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way! Make way! Make way!'' and $50 or lI5
horsemen rode out and made way for the

way! Make way! Make way! ana looor 10
horsemen rode out ana maae way VI 'ho
Shcrif's wagon.
THE PROCESSION TO THE GALLows.
Once out of the courtyard and into the street,
tho procession Strengthened ont: III proeef a@
ming. Ahead of the SherifT's wagon ana sur
Rounding = closely there were men am NV women Eeni
their eyes on the prisoner; Riding outside Of
them. along the edges OF the road ana Seh iIrq
ard the coffin and the invited guests were The
horsclnen and the riding reckless,
ly. crushing against one another and in lmillncNI
danger every instant. Stretching out behind
the procession were moro horsemcn and more
horsewomcn and footmen ana ioot"onleh ahu
It was n lilly road to the, gallows. 1t was a
terrible ride. particularly for tho mon In rhe
whole crowd was shouting. Everypody WAS on
danger dn9 ger Everybody Vas warming everybody
! else. Thus the procession moved; 1t had pro,
cccdod not more than a hnhdren t to nr wHea a,o erg
and be repeated over and over In q trembling
voice:
"Hear im! Hear 'iml' shouted some in the
crowd. Look a. i'm. Amt he scaredf
The voice of one of the cicrRymen sang:
The Saviour comes and walks with me.
And sweet communion mere nave We.
Here Morgan Joined in:
He gently leads me by the hand,
For this Ia heavens border land.
on, Beulah land, sweet Bsulah land,
AS on the highest mount stand.
This Morgan sang with vigor. and some OF the
crowd along the road Joined in. His voice grew
stronger:
look away across tho sea,
Where mansions are prepared for me-
And view the shining glory shore.
My heaven, my home forevermore.
The matter of appropriateness in the selection
of hymns did not seem to strike anybody.
Morgan himself looked a bit startled Whsp ne
One of them started singing:
Jesus. lover Of my SOUL
Let me to thy bosom fly.
While the pillows ne ar me roll
While the t mpest strl 70 high
Hid" me, oh. my Saviour, hide
Safe into the haven guidei
Oh, receive my soul at last.
"oh. Lord, save me-" cried Morgan. and hen
his hi ,S err, O was aFo% Snd thy by b boe nien' as q ps srtHieS.
larry ugly place on the roadway WAS approached.
WEST VIRGINIA FEUD.
Right here a West Virginia feud cropped out.
h horso SSSu' a p pp,Gi With whiskers. carving
a cane, who interfered with the team ear Of the box
W Eristsa lis E' t"0 llnt and Is sl h'%; f OUT tea IN Inc race
way there! fliNHey, Pete. Ito tho drlverl run
SSGimnt, P The old e% mp II" Bay
The other jurymen tried to, calm Sam. ~
Now. old man, don't! don't! they said. on
don't! We kno% YOU are justified. but don't
ing to do anything, even il his son did cut my
brothers throat sSy ym teen years ag fnr y yon,
WOW, sam. sam, for Gods sake, don't, Sam
Oh, Sam, don't have any scene here. Dom
amy looking for trouble" said Sam. "Now
I amt looking, FOR trouble. but the old hlansety
blank is the father OF the man thHt killed my
my path. Don't let him come across me, Il
was seventeen years ago ana am mel MN
since. but Il ever meet MIN mere Tont o.
s Sian procession to h''i"''0WS' iAe0'D ',AAA''
'"oih. now. Sam. don't. DO calm. Sam, be calm
don't blame you any, but be calm
run into him. Numbered sam to the driver
run the pole through him' The old oiankety
blankl"
bled and fell down the hill. and the trouble witt
him WAS over. Things quoted Tor q moment
, Then there was more Sho1 ihs sy,n niicee y ye tb .
/, Sheritt's. carriage, Morgahs IN INC "scehuah
He sang:
Travelling to the better land.
Ger the deserts searching sandi
Father, let me grasp thy hand
Lead me 0nl Lead me oni
Out into tho country the procession spread
4 with occasionally silence save Tor the horses
!; feet and tho rumbling of the wagons. and tn
Q holes were struck, Now and again singing wa
= heard, now ana again curSing; as this horse o
!: that horse sllipped, or TINS T Eiasf Of OF IN, tmaS rlde
Z The road 10 the gallows from the town wind
u around u bluff, end the gall9ws became yisibl
. about one,auarter OF " or mrle eMMH oLcan AS sam M
Oh. thirk OF The home over there.
o By the side OF the river Of lie,
. Where fhs saints, al immortal and fair,
t Are ro6ed in their garments OF white.
n And he followed 1t almost Immediately with tn
Il song he had sung in the lhil:
n The mistakes of my lie hay" been many,
N The ginR OF my h arr have u en- more,
And / scarce can hcs for weeping
" But I'll knock at the open door.