The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-04-01
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the way in the darkness. and in tina
case we may look for both of the stage,
to come rolling up to the station in tn,
morning In either event | can't SET
anything better for me to do than turn
IN.
Where II you spread your blankets
tonight" he added. "Hadn' you bet
ter come into the station? There's lots
of room.
My pard and / have arranged to
sleep in the corral shed, 4" l answered.
We'll be near the horses to help the
herders out in case of any trouble dur
ing the night.
That's good idea in case the rus
| tiers should come prowling round. In
dians we don't have to look out for so
much at the station That tent there is
of itself enough 10 keep 'em at u dis
tance. No matter how big or how bad "a
band of Apachos may be, they slow
to come near where a big tent is set up.
Some say It because they've got SUI
porstition against attacking anything
white They worship white birds. Per-
haps You We heard? But the story that's
generally told runs in this way: A good
many years ago a war party of Apaches
crcpt up to whore big tent was pitch
ed ON the prairie 1t looked all quiet
and peaceful, and they allowed they'd
give whoever was in it an unpleasant
surprise We'll, when they got through
chuckling over the fun they meant to
have they jumped it in great shape,
whooping and yelling But the surprise
dldn I come III the way they'd counted
on The tent turned out to be full of
soldiers, lying all ready for 'em with
guns IN hand. End the way they thinned
ont the Apaches that morning was
caution to red evildoers everywhere.
Those Indians that got away and those
that grew up after 'em have had a pref
udice ever since against jumping at any
Enclosure where they don't know what's
inside it, and the very sight of white
tents makes 'em skittish. By the way,
| haven't seen your pard for good bit |
of time. / reckon he's visiting the |
Snowman party. They're still keeping
ii UI inside the canvas,
From the interior of the tent came |
the tinkle Of guitar and the low sung !
notes of a Spanish melody. These ro-
mantle sounds, doubly beautiful in the |
that now flooded the scene, |
did not avail to detain the station keeper |
from his slumbers, and he entered the
station, leaving me to wait alone for |
Felix The sound of guitar and singing
ceased, but the light in the tent contin-
uod, and my comrade still did not ap-
pear 1t was wearisome to wait longer
and unadyisable TO go in quest Of him,
SO ! went to the open shed Of the corral,
where our blankets already had been
carried spread them out and rolling
myself in mine, dropped lightly off to
sleep 1t was II full hour later when.
reused by the rcstlessnoss Of the mules
and horses, ! woke to see tall figure
the corral Hailing him in a
ow voice, was answered by Felix.
raised myself on my elbow. What
lave you found out?' asked when he
lad come to me. Did you learn what
he Mexican girls tantrum was all
lbout.'
found out something, he answer
ID Then, CHANGING significantly toward
he herders lying asleep at the other end
VI the shed: Wed better talk it over
where we shan't be overheard. Let's go
outside the corral
] rose and silently followed him from
he Enclosure. The full moon, now risen
II the east, bathed the plain in mellow