Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1894-05-01
:. rnE PROMISED LAND.
|,sA,erant Family on the Plain moyini
 Westward. s<Ssed

4.s there were ten of them
 rslloping dots were hard to
 rt-tdown in the distant bottom
 2. 4ha river. Their swiftly moving .E. bnno with them close, thinning ..a1low veil when they rhalted
 They clustered moment, then
 .sd like beads, and went wide
 ssl dar on the uplain. They veered z4r1 ler.lr over the level, merged in twos g s tbrees. apparently racing, shrank - .har like elastic, and broke ranks a;n to swerve over the stretching a1~ From this visioned pantomime " .o+lv came a sound, a tiny shot. Hes 6g,,res were too far for discerning fred it. It evidently did no 1srS and was repeated at once. Soon, r no visible reason, the dots ran to- s .stbsr punching compactly. The sssaottng stepped, the dust rose thick
 sio from fhe crowded hoofs, cloak :, tba grdnp, and so passed back and rza lost among the silent, barren hills rSpr enDgrants had watched this from sns biyf bleak rim of tbe Big Bend. assv stood were the fiat of the desert ss,te and titled down in grooves and 5s3ses deep to the lurking Columbia. nx,ntv 1ev6Is lay opposite, narrowing ae into the high country.
 Whats tRe Co1ville reservation soxoss the river from HIS, 5 said the man.
 Anotheri'' sighed his wife.
 spThe last Indians we'll strike. Our 44ail to tie 0kanagon goes over a aorper of it.
 uWe're going to those hills? The <aatber looked at her little girl and Haek where the cloud had gone.
 sDnly corner, Liza. The ferry puts <. oysr on it, aud we've got to go by f6. fsrrp oy stay this side of the nalumbia. You wouldn't want tostart home here?''
 Tbey had driven twenty-one hun drod miles at a walk. Standing by th6m were the six horses with the sxaeon, and it's tunnel1ed roof of canvas abcne duskily on the empty verge of tha wilderness. A dry windlass air hapg over the table-land of the Big nAnd, but a sound rose from some rhefie, floating voluminous upon the silence, and sank again.
 s.Rapsdsp' The man pointed far up, kde qIsnt rut of the stream to where a Rreak of white water twinkled at the foot of the hills. We've struck the river too high, he added.
 .sThen we don't cross here2' said the. .sx...v.ov 0Y1ialrlv
 ING. By what they told me the oablp apd the ferry ought to be five niles down"
 Her face fell "only five milesl I uas wondering, John Wouldn't thare be way round for the children xo---"
 aNow, mother" interrupted the hus-. haud, that aint like you. We've orossed plenty Indian reservations this trip a'ready."
 n don want to goround, the little girl said Father, don't make me go round 5
 Mart, the boy, with loose hook of haIr hanging down to his eyes from his hat, did not trouble to speak. He 1 Had been disappointed in the westward seurney to find all the Indians peace ful He knew which way he should go now, and he went to the wagon to look oHce again down the clean barrel of his rids.
 'Why, Nancy you don't like In- dians?" said her mother.
 "Yes, do. I like chiefs" Mrs Clallam looked across the river. Hlt' so strange, John, the way they acte-. It seems to get etstranger think. Ing about it."
 "They didn't see us They didn't have a notion
 But if we're going right orar?'
 Were not going over there, Liza. That quick waters the Mahkin Rapids, and our ferrys clear down below from this place 3
 'N What could they have been after, do you think?"
 Those chaps2 0, nothing, guess. They weren't killing anybody"
 Playing cross-tag." said Mart.
 rd like to know, John, how you know they weren't killing anybody. 3hsy might have been trying to-
 Then we're perfectly safe, Liza. 0e eau set and let 'em kill us all day"
 Well, don't think it's any kind of WY to behave, running around shoot Ing right off your horse
 And Fourth of July over, too, said Aartin from the wagon. He was put Hng cartridges into the magazine of III Winchester. His common sense told him that those horsemen would eek cross the river, but the notion of e1gnt attack pleased the imagination f6ixteen.
 was the children, said Mrs. Clal- 5em- And nobody's getting me any 1yoo' sss How am l going to cook supper? SIr yourselvesr'
 3hey had carried water in the wagon. no rather and son went for wood. S9ne way down the hill they came npen gully with some dead brush, eaa climbed back with this. Supper 1ss eaten on the ground, the horses 3se watered, given grain, and turned ;eVse 10 ind what pickings they might zn tne lean growth, and dusk had not susnea to dark when the emigrants |%sle Tn their beds on the soft dust wen Mister, in Harper's Magazine.
 ehs Change in Dining Customs.
 ne hours of dining and the time of
 Nflng at night have, it would ap-
 been undergoing a constant
 ~hge In England, as we'll as in other " tries, In the course of the last few es snarea years The fashionables of sWaro TVS court rose with the lark.
 patched their dinner at Il o'clock s. shortly after were wrapped in