Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1896-11-12

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His Own with Robin Hood.
Caroline Brown contributes a story
about George O'Green and Robin
Hood" to st. Nicholas Here is an ac'
count of the meeting between these
two characters
How art thou called. Master Pig
| mlnder?'
George o'Green."
"Why thaty
"Ho, no, how roared the churl. $50
wise, and don't know that withal! Why,
live on the green and mind the pigsv'
And he wiped. the tears of laughter
from his eyes on the sleeve Of his fus-
tian jerkIn. "A
Il doubt me-" said Robin, III tho'.
canst play with the quartcr-stafr."
"Ay, but CAM" said George, quickly.
"Show thy prowess, them said Rot.
in, with quick thrust az him with his
white-oak staff."
''Bide here and mind the pigs till 20
to yon thicket and get Inc staff"
Robin consented, and gnxcd after the
brayny man as he walked with long.
slow strides to the oak thicket on the
hither side Of the brook. There he
carefully selected tough green sap
ling, almost two inches thick. aud ;hcn
wrenched it Off near the ground with q
twist Of his powerful hands.
This BODIES me no good In the coming
tilt" thought Robin. But though H.,
never withdraw for any cause, rarely
had he suffered defeat.
George turned him about. and, conf
ing up to Robin, said:
''Canst lend that knife @ thine? "Tis
DER too frayed for good STAFF he
said, looking at the fringe OF splinters
where he had snapped of the stem.
He trimmed the stan carefully, then
handed back to Robin Lis knife. But
CHANGING to look around. he saw the
pigs scampering off to Il distant corner
Of the common.
'Thoust not minded the pigs! Now
Goody Hoskins Will rate me wellr' cried
George with heat, yet timidly withal.
But Sandy didn't give me warn
ing!" pleaded Robin.
Good old Sandy! Faithful shoat! He
knows thee not. He'll talk only to mew
and Georges Miniature left him at this
proof of the faithfulness of his favor
lite.
He set off at full speed after the pigs,
Robin ut his heels. When they had got
the swine back to their own feeding
ground they lay themselves down on
the sort thymy turf to rest. The chase
had been a right merry one, and both
We're short Of wind; for the pigs had
scampared and lodged sprightfully in
a way that made the men more weary
than five-mile sprinr.
George dozed off on the instant, and
Robin painted loud. In ten minutes
Robin prodded George with his staff,
and said:
'SIuggard! Art ready?
George yawned prodigiously, show
ing strong teeth, white as a young
dogs. trimming his jaws. Then he rose
and ran his fingers through his shock
Of red hair, stretched nightly, and
said briefly:
Il be- Lay Onw
well, tneuy CTlcu hoDlu, Stduu
forth now and defend myself. I'll war
rant thou wilt be no longer sleepy when
I shall have done with thee!'
At once the sound or the clashing Of
slaves filed the air. AS both were so
deft in handling the staff, all blows
were skfllfully parried. At the end OF.
nm hour Robins arm began to weary,
but Georges brawny arm was unfail-
ing. In warding of powerful blow,
Robins arm swerveS, and Georges
staff came down on his crown with a
sharp rap, the first hit made by either
For near two hours the clashing Of
slaves kept up. when Robins foot slip
ped on the thyme, and down he rolled
into the brook.