Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1901-09-05
A MAD RIDE.
A Philadelphian's Adventure
on a Stagecoach.

A party of gentlemen composed of
half dozen prominent citizens were
assembled recently In the smoking room
of the Art club when the conversation
drifted 10 modern travelling conven-
fences, and one of the number observed
that while we had gained most marvel
ously in point of rapidity and luxury
we had lost the poetry of travel as ex-
emplified by the old fashioned coach.
with its belled and caparisoned horses,
its flourish of tasseled whip and the
merry winding horn. The speaker was
stopped by another of the party, whose
face had signified his uneasiness at the
description.
Don't, my dear SIR said this gentle
man. who is a power in the financial
circles of Philadelphia. "Your reminis-
| cence Is very pretty, but your mention
of the antebellum stagecoach revived
memory which is even yet a horror TO
me, though it is over 80 years old. l
had an experience in one of your laud-
ed vehicles once that afterward made
me walk nearly 100 miles TO keep from
entering another. and to this day when
way | am sure to dream of the occur
renee, and my wife, hearing me groan-
ing, will awaken me, with the cold per
| spiration flowing from my body, and
say, Dreaming again Of your stage
coach fright. aren't you?' And yet
fiatter myself that | am not more cow
ardly than most men,"
The company insisted on the story.
1t was given. as follows:
"As most of you know, my fathers
death followed close on the heels of his
failure in business, leaving me, his son
and only surviving member of his fam
! lily, without penny. l left college; but,
wholly untitled for any work, l found
myself on the verge of starvation, so
left Philadelphia and started west,
turned UP finally in Virginia City.
was pretty desperate by this time and
| glad enough to accept an offer made
me to drive the stage to Sacramento.
1t was not long drive nor an unpleas-
ant one, though in parts rather danger
Gus or at least requiring careful driy-
| ing and steady horses.
IL had made several trips very sue
GINA City with a single passenger.
This was a man of slight, delicate
build, rather understood, too; dressed
In heavy clothes, which struck me at
once as peculiar, for the day was a
lovely June one. Another thing inn
pressed me disagreeably in my passen-
ger-his eyes were bright, unnatural
blue, with something in their furtive
glance that spoke Ill for his conscience
or his wits, though / did not think of
the latter then.
1T was very unusual thing for the
stage to carry so light load. and l
found myself lingering a few minutes
behind time to see If more were not
coming. for / had a vague dislike
which must have been presentiment
against setting off alone with my queer
passenger There was nothing for it,
though, but to go. so l started. hoping
to pick up others on the road. l did
not, however, and gradually l lost my
depression, though 1t was lonely ride
without any one to speak to. for, unlike
most people who patroniZed the line,
the man showed no disposition to talk
or to question the driver. so after one
or two attempts to draw him out 1 let
my gentleman alone.
after awhile. however, he began TO
complain aloud, though to himself at
my management OF the horses, but |
took no notice of his growing. We had
by that time reached the mountains
and entered on a narrow strip of road
along the brow of a canyon, at the bot
tom of which cleaned a tiny thread
of silver. which knew to be the river.
1t was a sheer descent of 700 feet. and
usually checked the horses at that
part of the journey. l had done this
when my passenger stuck his head out
of the window and demanded if l
meant to keep up that funeral pace. but
did not give me time to answer, and
thrust out his hand with a revolver
clasped in it.
Get off that seat he yelled. 1 will
drive myself"
Il saw he would not hesitate to shoot
me, so climbed down with alacrity
when he advanced toward me and,
threatening me still with the pistol
made me get into the stage.
We'll. I'm the devil. and I'm going TO
drive you to hell
This speech and his looks. which
were those of iunatic. and danger
Gus one. too. in his excitement. told me
the truth. and I can ell you | felt the
icy sweat break over me. but / climbed
meekly into the coach and watched the
mailman mount to my seat. | could on
" hope that he would still retain wit
enough to drive slowly. but the first
thing he did was to bring the lash down
upon the horses with a viciousness that
made them start into a frenzied run
and then the maddest most terrible
journey q man ever undertook began
The stage spun along Ike 2 crazy