The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-11-08

The boys crowded to the gate. as we rode out. and there was faint cheer as they caught sight of me. saw an anx- ious look on old Pete's face, as he stood, 1 the last one gazing after me, for the trail l that led to Jose's was the trail the glass
 eye rode Johns spirits went t.a up as ass,sse We | ly. The cattle were scattered here ana | hereunder our feet the dried grass rust
 led. and the keen wind died down we
 could not keep off the subject of the two | that had once ridden this trail in the long l ago. Two, young and full Of life as we, I and now-that Aiaho was ours, and they | were passed beyond. John told me old
 tales that he had heard from the rangers. | of the early days when men and women faced the red death day by day, and the
 song of the bullet shrilled above the era | dies of the wilderness-stories Of the old
 graves in the cemetery. where Nita lies, | of the Spanish rancherus. and the pass 1 ing of priest and don before the hardy The heat grew very intense. The cattle I were very quiet at first. but as the day 1 declined. they began to wander restlessly. | and in the paving hcofs and lifted horns
 John woke up to the danger In the North l bank that grew every moment. We were | miles from home when we turned, The
 herd before us began to circle back. John 8 | face grew graver with every glance at l the darkening North. Little gusts of wind 1 came and went. now whirling the sand in
 small columns, then droppinf, like live
 creature toying with its prey It grew l so dark that I could hardly see John face as he rode alongside me.
 l Margaret. my Margaret we must ride | for our lives. Never mind the cattle.' AS
 these words left his IDS tfier was pro | longed roar. blinding crash. and the
 world was shrouded In fre-yeined void
 of night. and the crash of Gods artillery | filled all space.
 I .tiI xrytth
 low whinny of fear. The horse that
 John rode sunk to his launches, as out or the night. over the thunder voices. rang
 the shrill sharp neigh of horse. and
 so near, that as he passed, the blare of 1 the lightning shone on the white eye l balls With bridle and empty saddle, pass 1 ed the slass-ered bronohn. ,., 1 Red Bess screamed, end lunsed out witf l her hoofs. and then like mad thing 1 flew for home. can feel 1t yet, the cut of 1 the wind and the drenchinE rain. with
 the awful cannonade, and behind us a l vet been heard-the rush Of thousand | maddened cattle. John Rave Red Bess a cut with his quirt and digging his spurs | deep. we made the race for our lives. could see his face. as the gren glare oi | the lightning flashed between us. but could not hear word. It was silent l goodbye, that each thought to be the last | and still we rode on
 1 Just out from the corral. came Miguel and Pete. heading searching party. It | was home and safety. and there was nd question asked. but Miguel crossed his
 breast as he barred his head in a muttered 1 prayer to Our Lady of Guadaiuupc." Of that nights work. and the ruin that 1 lay in the track of the glass-eyed bron- 1 cho it would be weary telling. but when
 the pitifnl remnants of the herd was l rounded up and We faced the worst fe- lief was written on every face. We had | "Dreed the wird, and over the fire. the 1 men sang the border songs once more. 1 and told even darker tales of the Ghost Of the Glass Eyed 13roncho."
 by Clarence l.. Bealmear.