Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1903-08-15
RODE FOR HER LIFE.

Chased for more than mile by a
pack Of wild dogs, apparently a cross
between the common dog and the wolf,
Miss Gertrude Sullivan, daughter of n
sheepman living on Birch Creek, nine
toe" mile" from rIav"o. Montana. es-
capped only by spending ono night In an
old corral and picking off the animal'
now and then with rifle bullets.
Miss Sullivan was riding her pony
across the prairie when she saw, some
distance away, perhaps twenty ami
mails, which at first glance she took to
be coyotes.
AS they came nearer, evidently In
pursuit of her, the girl saw they We're
not coyotes, but wild dogs. of which
there are several small packs in North
ern Montana and just over the Cana
dian line.
With the brutes hot on her trail. 1t
became a ride for life with Miss Sui
Ivan. She had with her small rifle,
but the animals seemed so savage she
dared not stop and give them battle.
AS she began to despair of saving her
life she sighted the old sheep corral,
and toward this she ran her horse,
reaching it only when the pack was but
a short distance away, swapping and
yelling with rage.
TO enter with the pony and quickly
close the gate behind her was but the
work of a moment AS the gate swung
into place the leaders Of the pack threw
themselves against 1t.
Swapping and snarllng with anger,
the dogs tore at the poles forming the
stOckade, but were unable to gain an
entrance into the place Of refuge. After
recovering her composure and finding
that she was safe, the girl began shoot
ing at the animals, which retreated
when she fired and returned to the at
tack when the rifle was silent.
Miss Sullivan was found this morning
by her father and her brother, who had
been seeking her. The dog pack dis
appeared when the men approached
The girl had killed several Of the
animals.-St. Paul Pioneer Press.
THE CHARGE AT BUENA VISTA
How those fellows went forward
over that rock -strewn ground! The
cannon Numbered at the heels of the
horses and the wheels in the Air half
the time as they bounced ovel
bouders. Whip and spur, spur and
whip, the riders goaded and dashed
the horses, and ever Bragg was, shout
ing: Easter, men, faster" and all the
time men and horses were going at q
heart-bursting pace. On they dashed
across the old field, over the dead
dying aid wounded-they had moi
time to choose their route. On thai
plateau yOnder was centered the fate
of an army and perhaps n war, the!
had no time to think of men. Besides
"There amt no stop, conductor, whel
battery's chargin' ground"
After them came the infantry, with
out semblance Of regimental forma
ton, every man running at top speed
those volunteers knew they were
going over there perhaps to die, ant
they lost all thought of the touch Of
the elbow to the right. Bragg arrived
and swung his guns in battery jus
as the Mex!cans swarmed over TIT
guns of O'Brien and Thomas:
with grape, load" was Bragg
order. Then he turned to Gen. Taylor
who had ridden up, and said:
"Scnd me support, general and
will hold our ground" Quietly cam
the famous reply:
There is none to send, Capt. Brag!
none but Maj. Bliss and I've viii
support you"
He did not know then that the Mis-
sissippians and lndianans had left th,
right to care for itself and were com
ing at a killing pace. Bragg turnet
to his gunners:
"Firer' and the guns hurled thei
charges of grape into the advancing
mass.
"A little more grape, Capt. Bragg,
said Gen. Taylor.