The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1897-04-13
CHAPTER vi.
(CAMP or THE ENEMY.)

unless 1t be to lose our own scalpS.
"WeH what do you adviser" in
quired Albert, with the eager impa.
tience of lover who is about to res
cue from peril the being who has {
corner OIL his affections.
"Why we must reconnoiter the in
emy carefully, and then eff we fine
'em all snug and right we'll--"
''I see!" interrupted Albert hast
lily; "we'll rush upon them, shoo
and stab, knock and kick, liberatt
Rose and--'
"Git our top-knots taken atore we
could say John Halderman !" inter.
rupted Wetzel. mo, my friend
such may be lowers notion OF
fightin' red skins, but to old timers
like me and Seth Weldy sich actions
as you propose sounds as thin as one
of Reese Eversole's original editori.
ais. No, no, young man, you don'i
understand Ingen fghtin' any bet
ter than Wynkoop does politics
With sich idees as you have of Ingen
warfare, you would git it in ther
neck worse than Henry got it in the
primary election"
"Well you are the chairman Of the
committee and If you think you can
hold down the Democratic majority
any better than Charley Wyley did
in the last election, just go in on your
muscle. But for love of all that is
good don't delay the funeral, for /
am dying to clasp my darling Rose
in my embrace. Tam clasper from
Clasperville, my brave and generous
friend, and Rose never likes to have
a scene of that kind postponed long
er than is absolutely necessary"
"She shall be clasped in due time,
If you kin keep yer top-knot cool
and not make a monkey of yerself.
My plan is to wait till about the mid
die of the night after all the saloons
are closed and the politicians have
gone to bed, and then if Grant Griff-
ith is In town and gifts to snoring, we
can move round without fear of be.
ing heard. 1t is claimed that when
Grant gets his snoring apparatus in
full blast a Kansas cyclone might
pass over ther town and no body
could hear it. Why they do say thet
it ware Grants snorin' thet cracked
ther old city hall aud made it unsafe
thet the authorities had ter condem
it. Do yer see thet thar big rock up
thar on thet hill on ther plain? Well
that is called the Standin' Stone by
ther red skin heathin, and it used ter
be used by George Wetzel to adver.
tize the great corn eradicator, thet he
used to make fer the Ingens who
bought ther boots in Columbus and
didn't patronize ther Tarhetown
moccasin makers. Well this stone
used ter be just twice the size it is
now. One night Grant Griffith got
his snorer ter goin' and presently the
ground got to heavin' and rollin' and
Grant he jist kept gettin' in his work
as though he didn't care a dern. AS
the night went on Grant kept get
tin on more steam and maxim things
hum, until the winders got ter crack
in and ther doors jist absolutely fell
off ther hinges. The people got aw-
full scared and thought the world
was comm to an end. They rung
ther fire bell and crowded ther streets
cryin' and wringin' ther hands, but
Grant went on with his knitten' jist
as If he enjoyed whoopin' things up
thet er way all ther time. We'll yer
kin believe it er not, but I'll be gosh
dinged If finally he didn't let off a
snort from thet old volcanor of his'n
and split thet thar big rock plum in
two"
swell, what has all that got to do
with my dearest Rose who now Ian
guishes in the enemy's camp?"
1T has much to do as you will dis
kiver, If we are SO unfortunate as to
strike Tarhetown when Grant hap
pens ter be visitin' thar. If 1 kin
only hear Grants old probosis snort
i'm along ell bout midnight Tonight |
will consider the battle won. We
could go all over the town, with COW
bells strung all over us, and nobody
would know we war in thousand
miles of here. Grant is "a mighty
good feller, but ho kin beat a four
hundred horse power saw mill maxi
in u noise when he gifts on full
head of steam.'
"Well my good friend, there is
nothing for me to do but place my
trust in Providence, you and Grant
Griffith's noseonicum.
Night was closing down and the
hunters concluded to seek some cave
or depression where they could
stretch themselves out and rest until
the hour for action came. They
presently found ona of Bill David
sons foot prints in the soil, where he
had passed along while hunting sas-
safrac, and into this they both crawl
ed, and here, sheltered from the
wind and hidden from danger of dis
covery by the prying eyes of some
curious indian, they snatched few
hours of much needed sleep.
1t was about the hour OF midnight