Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1899-03-02

held him, nothing frightened him.
nothing daunted him. It was what was
left behind that caused that terror in
his heart; the dangers and harnesses
ahead were joy to him.
Deeper and deeper he went into the
unknown ways of the hills, faring
along dizzy abysses and sleek ascents
till night came Upon him, yet gave him
NO pause. He was grateful for being
now in the blessed land of shadows.
Ere long luminous eyeballs cleaned
upon him as he pushed onward, but the
madness in his. veins repealed them,
and he could see them fleeing in an
imal terror from him. Writhing things
coiled in his way and Kissed vengefully
at him. but skunk away at his swift:
coming. Even the glow worms in
the grass paled at his presence, and the
songbirds of the night were silent as
his feet went scurrying through the
grass. 1t seemed to his shivering soul
that all nature looked upon him. as a
fearful thing thing exiled and &C.
cursed.
Then the moon came up, and the
leaping cascades and angry mountain
streams glowed pallidly. Livid mists
of green flame rose from the earth
and suffocated the forest ways. But
the tortured man kept on, for rest was
not in his soul;, only the passion for
fight. And all the while he was go
ing upward and toward the far Line
that marked the mountain tops where
they met the sky. 49,
Steep and rugged was the way, and
he knew not what was beyond. The
great trees fell of, and a thin, starved
growth succeeded; then wilderness OF
jagged stones, bare of aught save lichen
embroideries. But he passed on swift
ly, racing shadow, knowing no IA
tigue, no pain; until he reached the
top Of the ridge; and there he paused
and looked ahead of him, at the stars
first, and then at what lay at his feet
The mountain sloped down into what
seemed to him a cloudy void; and now
the impulse that had taken him up
ward took him down the sides of the
hills. He felt that he had put bar
rier between himself and the Land OF
Rest, and gradually there stole upon
him a sense of dreamy fatigue; yet he
proceeded downward, until he saw
lights cleaning at intervals on the
plain.
He stopped beside tiny rill of water
to refresh himself. A bank of moss, un-
der a large acacia tree, invited him to
rest. He kneeled down and quenched
his thirst from the clear, trickling
stream; and almost as a tired child, he
dropped upon the messy bank. Then
merciful sleep blotted out the crime
of the first murderer.
He slept until far into the coming
day. Once lion came to the stream
to drink, shifted at the heavily-sleep-
ing man, and. then in a hangdog way de-
parted. Some noisy birds fitted about
him on tour of inspection, and with
drew, chirping excitedly, to their ia
vorite tree. But he lay there, Drawn
lily, wildly beautiful, and slept as if he
had never slept before. Toward the
evening there came one, half affrighted,
who put an end to his slumber. He
awoke at the call of a voice, and looked
up to find woman bending anxiously
over him.
''My mother" he murmured, half a.
dream.
"Nay, not thy mother" answered the
sweet voice of the woman, as she drew
back timorously, yet laughing shyly.
He raised himself and looked at her,
looked anxiously, wonderingly at her
white and rounded beauty. Never had
he seen aught like her, though her
eyes spoke to him of the brother whom
he had loved and slain. But certain
sadness haunted those eyes and twined
itself in shadowy way around her
mouth; and, at his eager gaze, a blush
came into her face and spread itself
in pale rose waves over her face and
neck.
"Do not flee from me as all things
else flee. Bide here awhile that may
look at one who seems kind. Let me
breathe this unknown sweetness and
help me drive this heaviness from my
heart"
'sThou hast come from a far country, -
she ventured to say, treasured.
"Knowest thou such a place as the
Land of Rest? Thence came"
81 know it not. Unjust be across the
Hills of the Sky, which none of our
people have ever assembled"
II seek the Land of the Forgotten.
May this be it?"
'.Nay, this is the Land of Wander
ing"
''rhen it is here, perchance, that
must spend my life"
He buried his face in his hands and
unused; and the woman, seeing him
thus in reverie, slipped noiselessly
away, as if she would escape his pres
ence; she had not gone far down the
stream when she gave cry that
brought Cain wondering to his feet. He
had thought that she was still beside
him, but to his surprise he beheld her
at some distance, and in deadly peril.
A great bowlder, loosened by some
action of the wind or water from it's
place higher up the mountain, was
rolling slowly downward. its MASSAGE