The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-10-20

could see. The man was stalwart,
good-looking specimen of the marshes,
sixty years of age-very dark, and with
the restless eyes and lank, strengthening
hair that proclaimed his swarthiness to
be Romany rather than Danish.
"Arternewn, SIR he said.
''Kosko Divous,'' I answered, to see If
he were real Romany or only cross.
''Whassay?" he said.
Good afternoon, I mean" I replied,
having found out that he was ignorant.
of the gypsy tongue. PLENTY O. wind"
'Ah, that fare very blustery, that
dew" said he; that blow somethin' hud.
That wholly pulled the sweat out o me
grindin' acrost." He drew the back Of
his hand across his forehead.
Never mind" I said, laughing; you'll
enjoy a pint all the more"
''Thanky, sir,'' he said, Frightening up.
"What, haze we come over for a
shewt-? Blarm that ere dog"' Cor
Dan was shifting round his calves with
every symptom of dislike) DO he fare
quiet?''
treasured him, and explained why
had come.
It'll goo along O. ye," he said. moo
hardy can't show We moor sport an me,
FL make We bet ont But dye know
what sir? Wew'H never be aable to git
acrost agin tonight arter fightin' time.
Yew'll haze to stop at the ferry house.
My missus'll make We wholly confer
able
ST didn't much like the look of the tum-
b1e-down old place. It was quaint mix
ture Of building materials. Part had the
old-fashioned mud walls, part was flint,
part wood and part brick All was thick
ly tarred over, to keep out the
weather" A fifteen-foot dyke ran along
one side of the house, and the marsh
crept away two or three miles before d
belt of landward timber showed where
the land commenced. The marsh road
went winding along defined by a border
of pollard willows on each side. The
place was lonely indeed. / didn't like the
look of it. Neither did 1 like the glmmer
! of greed I saw flash across the ferry
mans face when I pulled out my presen-
tation watch to see how long I had. been
| coming across. I felt I was an ass to
| carry handsome gold hunter about the
marshes.
But pleasant-faced and pleasant
! ST oxen hostess showed me decent room
plainly but clearly furnished, and final
ly agreed that if the wind increased and
night at the Ferry inn.
After ALL I thought, ''they are not
| likely to play tricks on man with a
| double-barreled gun and dog
| needn't bother you with the fighting.
| You know more about the charm of 1t
! than can tell you. We got three couple
| and half of geese, mallard, and a
couple of widgeon, so I was well SATISFIED,
! although my host (Whom discovered to
| be named Ben Pope killed four of the
| geese and one of the widgeon with his
| enormous muzzle-loader. My suspicious
were quite dissipated by the time we left
| our fighting stations
| The fowl were late in coming out, and
| there would be no moon before midnight
| When We got back to the ferry 1t was
nearly pitch dark. The sky had blown up
gale o. wind; and now that the tide
| was up, and met the wind, the river
waves were quadrupled in SIZE stood
on the bank and listened to the tumbling
wash of the broken waters and the
Notwithstanding of the dead reeds by
! the riverside. In the little light that was
| quickly fading the white breakers against
| the inky water roaring up river looked
very formidable. I reflected that even
If 1 did get safely across 1t would be
difficult work to find the way over the
rurther level on such a murky night
and had no mind for six-mile tramp
round the marsh road. Any hesitation /
! felt at remaining where was vanished
| or necessity at Ben Pepe's emphatic
declaration that he wouldn't take a boat
| across for love or money. The Inn
Kitchen had roaring fire in it, and there
| was superb cask Of old beer in the
house. the best I ever tasted in nv life
except Trinity audit. stretched nv
legs before the fire. and Dan lay down
on the sanded bricks In the warmth.
When Mrs. Pope brought in six-pound