Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1895-04-04

MIR. Arp replied:
" Why don't you come to the
uoor ike men. What are you hid.
ing behind the trees for ?n
" We are deputy marshals LOOKING
Tor the men who held up the train
down at the tank"
eff you are marshals | am NOT
AFRAID of you" And laying his gun
on the bed, Arp walked out. He
met three men, one of whom with q
pistol at his breast, exclaimed :
'We'll teach you how to harbor the
sneakin' marshals and report men
who make a honest livin' on the
highwayp Arp thrust the pistol
aside and turning about hurried to
the house. a bullet struck him I'M
der the shoulder blade inflicting q
flesh wound. The darting pain and
flash of guns and crash of balls
aroused the tiger in him, and he
shouted, Villains, I'll make it hot
for you when l get my gunp
In the meantime the brave little
Jack was trying to get q shot at the
cowardly assassins, but his father
was in the way. Rushing into the
house and seizing his gun, Arp re-
turned the fire of his assailants.
But taking advantage of the shelter
of trees and broken country, the
rascals quickly disappeared in the
darkness.
After we had dressed his wound
and counted the bullet holes in his
clothing and about the cabin, Arp
calmly remarked: Train robbers
and horse thieves have no use for
me, but I'll get even with them yet, ,
and away he ratified about how good
the times were when settlements
were twenty miles apart and there
were no railroads.
After a refreshing sleep and break
fast of biscuit, bacon and coffee,
resumed my journey. Now and
then a loafer wolf skulked off in
front Of ME, occasionally a deer
would cross my path and bound
away to the forest, and fiocks of tur-
key too fat to fly would run as fast
as their legs would carry them to a
place of hiding. But l was far up
on the White Horse creek before
saw anything unusual.
1t was hot day. / was on open
prairie. Ahead of me was a grove
of post oaks. My horse hurried
hither, knowing he would find shade,
grass and rest.
On nearing it ] was surprised to
see a number of young negroes chas-
ing each other in lively play. Upon
reaching the grove ] saw a lively
young negro woman sitting on rude
bench made of split log. l asked
her if she was having a picnic
No sab, ee! Anything else. I'se
teachin' school, is.'
AS there was no sign of shelter
save the trees, / asked, What do
you do when it rains?'
Il stuffs the books in dat h0llel
log and lights out fer home.' 'But
say, mister, amt you hungry?'
told her / was.
Here, Lissus, stake dis mans
boss. Link, make up de fiah, an
I'll put on de Coffee
A frugal meal was soon ready
and enjoyed it. Books were called
and the youngsters took their seats
and, with one eye on me and the
other on the teacher, giggled and
ogled and did not care a fig if there
was not roof or wall to their school
room. Farther up the creek tounC
J a white man teaching a singing
school in a grove without so mucf
as an arbOr.
That night, at Rush Springs, or
the border of the Comanche cOun
try, 1 found the little hotel full o
people. A masonic hall was to b'
, dedicated. Soldiers with q strinl
band from Fort Sill were there
: Cowboys from Rush and He'll Roar
, ing creek were on hand. There wa
fair sprinkling of Indians ant
Mexicans and a goodly number o
the fair sex.
In pecan grove in the south par
of town some holiness people wer'
: having a revival. While one of tn,
preachers was talking loudly ant
wildly with fearful gesticulatiol
about something that neither maj
nor angel could comprehend, a wo
man preacher, hailing from Kansas
clapped her hands, jumped high int
the air and shouted: 'Gloryn
, The platform was too small fo
, her. She went leaping and screaming
into the crowd with arms extended
She was lean, long and ugly and a
she approached them, men seeme
: terror.stricken and fled before hei
. Some were following. Service
were suspended. An Apache on
pitching pony would not have cut
more grotcsque figure or attracte
, more attention. But the militar