The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1895-12-20

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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 1 will rest
and think. Keep silent, my children,
and respect the aged"
He turned stifny and shuff1ed to the
top Of the sandbar, while the jackal
drew back with the adjutant to the
shelter of tree stranded on the end
nearest the railway bridge.
THAT was 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
fit to tell me where a morsel might
have been left along the banks. Yet
l have told him 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 toldr Now he is
going to sleep. Arrh!''
"How can a jackal hunt with a mug
ger?" said the adjutant, coolly. big
thief and little thief; it is easy to say
who gets the pickings"
The jackal 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 draggled branches at the bridge al
most above his head
what now?" said the adjutant,
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 ad-
jutant, being frst-class scavenger, is
allowed to go where he pleases, and
so this one never hinched.
II am not worth 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 whiteface. Listen again!
Iron hits iron up there. It is 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 one not
unlike starving jackal but 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 whitefaces- Not vii
lager Of Mugger-Ghaut would dare to
come after him. See! I said it was
gun. Now, with good luck, we shall
feed before daylight He cannot hear
well out Of water, and-this time it is
not q woman!'
A shiny barrel glittered for minute
in the moonlight on the girders. The
mugger was lying on the sandbar as
still as his own shadow. his forefeet
spread out little, his head dropped
between them,snorting like a-mugger.
A voice.on the bridge whispered: Its
an odd shot-straight down almost
but as safe as houses. Better try behind
the neck. Golly, what a brute! The
villagers will be wild If he's shot,
though He's the deota (godling) Of
these parts
Don't care a rap" another voice an
swered. HE took about fifteen of my
best coolies while the bridge was build
ing, and it's about time he was put q
stop to. I've been after him in boat
for weeks Stand by with the Martini
as soon as I've given him both barrels
of this"
Mind the kick, then A double four
bore's no joke"
THAT'S for him to decide. Here
goes!''
There was a roar like the sound Of q
small cannon Cthe biggest sort OF ele-
phant-rifle Is not very different from
some artillery, and double streak of
flame, followed by the singing crack
Of a Martini, whose long bullet makes
nothing Of a crocodile's plates. But the
explosive bullets did the work. One of
them struck Just behind the mugger's
neck, a hands breadth to the left of the
backbone, while the other burst
little lower down, at the beginning OF
the tail In ninety-nine cases out Of
hundred q MORALLY wounded crocodile
can scramble of for deep water and gok
away; but the mugger Of Mugger-
Ghaut was literally broken into three
pieces He hardly moved his head be-
fore the life went out Of him. and he
lay as fat as the jaclkal
Thunder and lightning! Lightning
and thunderl'' said that miserable lit
lie beast HAS the thing that pulls
The covered carts over the bridge tum-
pled at last?'
ut is no more than a gum" said the
adjutant, though his very tail-feathers
quivered- Nothing more than gun.
He is certainly dead Here come the
white-faces"
The two Englishmen had hurried
down from the bridge and across to the