The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1895-12-19
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and lived to make n tale Of IL. My fate
has been very kind, but that plaques
me sometimes in my dreams-the
thought Of the little white child In the
bows of that boat" He yawned and
closed his jaws. "And now ! will rest
and think. Keep silent, my children,
and respect the aged"
lie turned stifly and shuffled TO the
top of the sandbar, while the jackal
drew back with the adjutant TO the
shelter of a tree stranded on the end
nearest the railway-bridge.
THAT was n pleasant and profitable
ife," he grinned, looking up inquiring-
ly at the bird who lowered above him.
And not once, mark you, did he think
ht to tell me where a morsel might
have been left along the banks. Yet
have told him n hundred times of
good things wallowing downstream.
How true is the saying: All the world
forgets the jackal and the barber when
the news has been toldl' Now he is
going to sleep. Arrh?"
"How can q jackal hunt with a mug
| gcr?" said the adjutant, coolly. big
thief and little thief; it is easy to say
who gets the p~ickings."
The iackal turned, whining impa-
tiently, and was going to curl himself
up under the tree trunk, when he sud
denly covered and looked up through
the dragglcd branches at the bridge al
most above his head.
what now?" said the a%djutant,
opening his wings ~uneasily.
wait till we see. The wind blows
from us to them, but they are not look
ing for us-those two men,"
"Men, is it? My Office protects me.
All India knows | am holy" The adj
jutant, being n frst-class scavenger, is
allowed to go where he pleases, and
so this one never tlinched.
81 am not worth a blow from any
thing greater than an old shoe" said
the jackal, and listened again. "Hark
to that footfall!" he went on. THAT
was no country leather, but the shod
foot of a whiteface. Listen again!
Iron hits iron up there. 1t is a gun.
Friend, those heavy-footed, foolish
English are coming to speak with the
mugger."
Warn him, then. He was called
Protector of the Poor by some M not
unlike a starving jackal but a little
time ago"
Let my cousin protect his own hide.
He has told me again and again there
is nothing to fear from the whitefaces.
They must be whitcfaces. Not n vii.
lager OF Mugger-Ghaut would dare &c
come after him. See! j said it was q
gun. Now, with good luck, we shall
I'll 1.fA-A IL ,v1t.rht IA nynn hon
well out of water, and-this time it !.
not a woman!'
A shiny barrel glittered for a minute
in the moonlight on the girders. The
mugger was lying on the sandbar a
still as his own shadow, his forcfee
' spread out a little, his head dropped
> between them, snorting like a-mugger
: A voice,on the bridge whispered: 1T
, an odd shot-straight down almost
: but as safe us houses. Better try behinC
the neck. Golly, what u brute! TIL
' villagers will be wild If he's shot
: though. He's the deota (godling) o
: these parts.
Don't care q rap" another voice an
swered. ale took about fifteen of m,
e best coolies while the bridge was build
llEs IN ~ aboub III iN 90 PAh
? stop TO. I've been after him in a boa
y for weeks. Stand by with the Martin
as soon as I've given him both barrel
y of this"
Mind the kick, then. double foul
bore's nc joke"
That's for him to decide. Her
y goes!"
n There was q roar like the sound of
2 small cannon (the biggest sort of eli
phaut-rihe is not very different frol
p some artillery, and q double streak {
A, flame, followed by the singing crac
y of a Martini, whose long bullet make
q nothing of a ~crocodile's plates. But III
20 explosive outlets did the work. One
If them struck just behind the mugger
neck, a hands breadth to the left of til
lie backbone, while the other burst
little lower down, at the beginning
the tail. In ninety-nine cases out of
l hundred a mortally wounded crocodi
lie can scramble off for deep water and g,
e away; but the mugger of Mugge
~ Ghaut was literally broken into thr'
he pieces. He hardly moved his head b
nc fore the life went out of him, and
Ut lay as fiat as the jackaL.
~ Thunder and lightning! Lightnir
Y and thunder said that miserable Il
ID lie beast. Has the thing that pul
lie he covered carts over the bridge tul
N pled at last?"
ne at is no more than a gun" said q
IN adjutant, though his very tail-feathe
d, quivered. Nothing more than n GU
IL He is certainly dead. Here come Z
whitc-faccs."
IT. The two Englishmcn had hurri
down from the bridge and across tot
j."