The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-01-24

ed to burst overhead. and the electricity
blinded the eyes with its viyidness.
But now the stable near the railroad
is gained, and before the rain-storm
breaks.
Dauvit Is busy rubbing down his
horse. Suddenly his work is stopped.
for the shouting Of many voices reaches
his ears, and he runs hatless ont Of
doors. Thenwbut Dauvit's letter to
Janet tells what happened: when
a. ran oot bye in the dOonpoor a saw
wheen fowk on the railway. south
o. the station. an the hale iing bang O.
them yellin an shoutin' ahint three
or four trucks. a thocht somebody was
hurit. SO a hoolit It over there as
faist as ma legs would CARRY me. an
speired the trouble The wind has
blown these cars down the siding on
to the main line, said ane O. the men,
: and the Pacific Express is almost due.
Then tho hale thing struck me like a
shot. A. saw that men an women
we're tryin' tae shove the cars back
up the bit Incline. an ar the main line
an wer'na managin' It, for the wind
was the stootest. Dauvit, says I, 'ye
can dae IT. Ava a. gangs heltieskeltie,
filings the prize hairness a. won at
Duntocher pleughin' match on to the
stallion, an he never said boo aboot
it, Then, ava back We gallops, an
Amang the roarin' o. the storm and the
shoutin' O. the neebors. a. yokit the
horse on to the first truck, an gied
him his held. Janet. as shair's ony-
thin. he kenned brawly whit wis want
ed He looht roond ance or twice, then
a. spoke tae him. and he pit his held
doom tae his breist, AMMAN 1t was
gran doom tae sic a rug an
tug that ye wad hae thocht his hart
wad burst. A. the fowk helpit, an az
last she STARTED awee. then awee mair,
an then she moved for guild the wind
daen its michtiest tae baud us back.
Dauyit did not tell his wife the whole
story Of his Clydesdale's heroic effort;
but the letter contained the long look
ed-for ticket. The truth Is. that the
very moment the cars left the main
line. and the points snapped into place,
the express train went past like fash
and disappeared as instantly in the
darkness OF the storm; while the peo-
pie blocked the wheels Of the trucks,
and helped Dauyit to unyoke his horse
and lead him dripping TO the stable.
That was surely the bravest and
luckiest pull that ever Clydesdaie
made, for Il rendered him famous from
that day forward. And when the sta
tionmaster sent an account Of the no.
bic deed to the president Of the rail-
road-who. it transpired. was with his
wife and family upon the Pacific Ex-
press that day-he made further in
auiries, and, on learning that a Scotch
man and Clydesdale averted the i'm
pending catastrophe by presence Of
mind and strength Of bone and muscle,
he lost no time In paying Dauyit a
visit.
And so you are from DalblrnieT
exclaimed the president. after many
questions. "And the horse is actually
By Dumbarton Bailiel Surely wonders
viii never cease. nor is the world wide
enough to lose a Scotsman. Dauyit
Tampson! my father was-who do you
think? None other than William
Campbell, OF Bareslackleas Balbirnie."
On hearing which Dauvit nearly fell
upon his neck. then cried. "Weelum
Caumin. michty me. dye say sac!
An. ma certie, dye ken. he bred Con
uuerors slrer' Within a month after
this meeting, Dauvit. who persisted in
making light Of the service he had
rendered to the president Of the rail-
road. received letter from that gen
tlman. the contents Of which astonish-
ed and delighted him beyond measure.
and ne could scarcely believe his eyes
when he unfolded and read over and
over again, a deed for one OF the best
and most highly improved farms along
the line Of the Chicago, Kansas and
Western railroad-a deed made in IA
vor OF David Thompson and Janet
his wife. and designating the farm as
Braebiggins. Freeman county, Kansas.
The weary man arose aiteI Whlle,
and with trembling steps. bat face
beaming with smiles, entered the near
by stable, and, without a word, served
hls horse a heaping measure Of oats.
Then he sat down silently, and watch
ed him eat 1t.
When Janet and the BARNS in due
course OF time trooped on the cars al
Bonneville. the village folk set up a
mighty cheer. and Dauvit said audibly
to his guidewife. Janet, you an mes
our ain laird nool"
Thanks to the horse" said Janet.
Then Ike Moseby. stepping from the
ranks Of the admiring crowd. changed
bis ouid Of tobacco into his other cheek.
swung his hat In the air and shouted:
"And. Teller citizens. don't yer ferget
it, His name Is Ardencable Conqueror.
By Dunmartin Billy. out Of bsld Flint
lock Mary OF Don't-touchermane? ?
And. citizens, holler for the Clydesdalel
His name amt mud no longer-yer can
bet yer boots on thatw
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