The times., 1901-06-09

"'Yis.' says Thunder Bird, as aisy as
! you please, the white dog wild the
shakin' legs yonder will do!'-meanin
me, av coorse.
'.Whiu Little Jake imparts this intlli-
gince to me, remember, twas wild a
most unaisy feelin' round the pit av the
| stomach I waited for the giniral prog
I TeSs aV eviuts.
But why not kill him wild the Midi
cine Wire" says Little Jake wild the
way av a blacksnake for gittin' out av
a hole.
How is that done?' says the old
chief
'Aisy as lookin' at you says Little
Jake. "All you have 70 do, soTr, is to
put three coils av the wire about the
body bring on the magic medicine av
the Mornin' Star, and leave him there
says he. leave him there 10 die by
inches, wild a torture says he, that
would make slow fire seem like ristin'
on the clouds av the mornin',' says he.
" Good said that wicked old pagan
aV Cree-Or wild words 60 that effect.
Good, Let the torture begin to wanst,
Come round, boys says he TO his
braves-Or something wild that giniral
meanin'-'cOme round and see the latest
thing in torturin.
:. Now. Tim says Little Jake to me,
remember you must die hard. The
harder the better says he. When 1
put thin wires round you, just imagine
wild yOursilf there's a tin-hundred volt
currint playin' up and down thin back
bones av yours
Jake says I. bit put out wild his
aisy way av propOsiu' this torture bus
mess. I always thought ye were a
frind av mine,'
" 'Frind. is it?' says he. Why 'tis
savin' your life I am for ye, Tim. 'Tis
to gain time. me boy, and twill be over
soon. But ye mustn't give in till ye see
the signs aV hip comm down that cOI-
lee says he though ye have to veil
and twist for three blissed days says
he.
And wild that he began sinsin his
Hickory. diCkory dock, like he waS
clean out av his head and doin' his
sailors hornpipe and invOkin the spec
rit av the Full Moon and the MOrnin'
Star, till it all seemed like bad night
mare widout an indin' TO me. Thin he
picks up tin or twelve feet ay the till
graph wire wild pair of tOngs and
comm fOrninst me. says between his
teeth, Now twist, Tim. for the love av
hivin, twist. And don't fOrgit the yell
in
And wild that he wraps the wire
round me body three times and stands
back a stip or two. wild his hands above
his head waitin for the torture av the
Morniu' Star to descend on me innocent
soul.
We'll. twas a powerful voice 1 had in
thin days. and diggiu wan hundred
and twinty tiligraph poles a day gives
wan tSe muscle fitted for doing a heap
av twiStin'. And the way l ixircOised
me voice and took in giniral all but
persuaded me against me own will l
was bein' slowly murthered by that in
nocint bit av a wire. Whin l got tired
OF yellin' and scTeamin' l gave all me
strength to writhin and whiu L got
tired av writhin' I'd go back to me
screamin'. and whin l got tired of both
Little Jake would say under his breath /
For the love av hivin. Tom. don't stopl
You're dOin' noble says he. 'Tis the
finest agony L iver set eyes on" says he, /
and l take We to be dyin every mint /
av the time, says he. You're fooIin' |
the hathans through and through says /
he, for It's like piece av bacon On |
hot pan, that writhin av yours, says /
he, meanin' the same to hip me along. I
But l was fighting mad wild the |
mocKeFy of the whole thi1% and me /
throat was gittin' like a limekiln, and |