The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-07-18

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smugglers. but the larger per cent, I
imagine, are those who, being on the
Canadian side of the line and finding
goods very cheap, cannot resist the temp
tation to try To get them across.
Between Maine and the British pos
sessions is an enormously long stretch Of
boundary line, and patrolling it is en-
tirely out of the question, but still, with
all their slips the customs officers do oc-
casionally get hold of "A clew and run il
to the ground-sometimes with results
that are not SO pleasant. This was the
case with the officer whose story am
about to tell. At just what part Of Un-
Gle Sam farm line il occurred need not
be told. The story starts upon the Ca
madam side at secluded spot in the
woods, where a man. horse sled with
an enormously big box upon it, good
horse and trunk filled with valuable
articles make break for the American
side of the line In some way an officer
has got wind of the attempted snug
| CLING, and with. still better horse he
starts at full speed after the mysterious
trunk and the driver of the horse sled.
1t was not until some distance across
the line upon the American side that the
| driver Of the horse sled discovered that
he was pursued.
Far back on distant hill he saw q
team coming at full speed. and knew
its meaning. He got up steam ON his
own craft Immediately, and the old sled
slid into and cut of thank We marms"
in way to make ones hair rise, but
the driver knew very well that he could
not escape being overtaken. He only de-
sired to get over the next hilltop and
out Of sight for "a moment. When over
the brow Of the hill, he suddenly pulled
up, took the trunk up in his arms,
climbed on top Of the enormous box ON
the sled, and holding the trunk as high
as he could over the side dropped it in
to big snowdrift, where il sank COM
pletely out Of sight. Then the race be-
gan again.
Back at the summit of the last hill
appeared the customs officer in hot pur-
suit, and now he yelled to the man
ahead TO stop. but that individual APP
peared singularly deaf and in n great
hurry as well. He kept his horse at top
speed, and looked neither to the right
nor left.
A half mile more and the officer had
drawn up close behind, when pretense
of not hearing his profane calls could
no longer be made. The driver of the
sled gazed backward over his shoulder,
and then, in apparently great surprise,
he pulled up-so suddenly that the Off
GERS foaming horse nearly plunged
head foremost into the big box.
Wha-wha-what d We want?" drawled
the man ahead.
The reply of the officer is totally I'M
suited for publication. II sw'ar TO We,
l hain't got thing here" said the
driver of the horse sled.
''Then should like to know what in
hades you were trying to get away from
me for" said the officer.
'Git away from ye?' said the other.
ivy, gosh mighty! got ter git home
n milk eight caows afore dark, so /
hain't got no time ter be a-loafin on the
road. "
NNii, yOd Just maui tut
collector Of Uncle Sans duties, "and
I'll have look. l know well enough
just what you've got there.
Tell ye hain't got a thing here but
this old sled II box" protested the 9TH
er; but the more he protested the more
certain became his pursuer that he had
contraband goods concealed in the big
box, the only opening to which was a
little door at the end, the normal use Of
the box being for the conveyance Of live
pigs.
The two teams came to standstill,
and the officer got out and investigated
the turnout ahead. He opened the little
door in the rear and looked in. With his
eyes blinded by the glare of the bright
snow, he could see nothing but Stygian
blackness. He looked about for a pole or
stick with which to probe the inky in.
terror. Stone walls were beside the road
ind nothing else.
The suppressor Of smuggling was q
man of action. There was nothing else
to do, so he would crawl in the box and
explore the interior He did 30, when,
quick as "a flash, the door flew to, the
button turned and the horse in front of
the old sled broke into u run that threat
ened demolition to the whole outfit.
Over the uneven road went the team at
the top of its speed, the sled swaying
fearfully and jumping into the air at ev.
cry leap of the horse The man inside
was shaken about like peas in bladder.
the man outside all the while plying the
whip and shouting: "Whoa!" Quit
your running awayl' "Hi, tharp'
"Stopp and various other remarks tend.
ing to acquaint the unfortunate gentle.
nan inside with the fact that the horse.
nddenly becoming startled, had run
away.
The end came when the driver at last
got his horse under control and sorry
looking object crawled out Of the little
1oor.
Gosh mighty" said the driver of
The horse sled, lit wuz few bad the boss
should take it intew his head To run
away jest wen you wuz in tharp'
But the minion Of the law was too
rhagrined for utterance, and he limped
slowly back mile to where his team
was standing. That night the trunk
was lifted from its he'd of snow by tbs
light OF the moon and carried safely
'way. Lewiston Journal.
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