Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-10-27

broiling buffalo steaks burdened the
damp air, wizened old man suddenly
appeared, how or from where nobody
had observed. He was dirty and in
every way disreputable in appearance,
looking like an animated mummy,
bearing a long rifle on his shoulder and
walking with the somewhat hating
activity OF very old yet vivacious and
energetic simian. OF course 1t was On
Gle Jazon, "Oncle Jazon sui generis," as
Father Beret had dubbed him.
well, here l amv' he cried, ap-
preaching the fire by which Colonel
Clark and some of his officers We're
cooking supper but ye can't guess in
a mile o. who I am to save yer livers
an lights"
He danced few stiff steps, which
made the water gush out Of his tat
tered moccasins. then doffed his monde
script cap and nodded his scalpless
head in salutation to the commander.
Clark looked inquiringly at him,
while the old fellow grimaced and
rubbed his shrunken chin.
II smelt yer fat a-fryin' somepin'
like mile away, an 1t set my in'ards
to grumblin' for snack, SO l jes'
thought I'd drap in on We an chaw
whites WI ye.'
your looks are decidedly against
YOU remarked the colonel. with dry
smile. He had recognized Oncle ia
zon after little sharp scrutiny. Il
suppose, however. that we can let you
gnaw the bones after we've got of the
meat
THANK zee, thank zee, plenty good.
A Teller ats as hongry as am kin go
through a bone like feesh through
water"
Clark laughed and said:
II don't see any teeth that you have
worth mentioning, but your gums may
be unusually sharp"
"Ya-a-s, bout as sharp as yer wit,
Colonel Clark, an sharper n yer eyes,
long shot Ye don't know me. do
We? Take ernother squirt at me. an
see 4 We kin member good lookin'
man.
"You have somewhat the appearance
Of an old scamp Of the name of Jazon
that formerly loafed around with a
| worthless gun on his shoulder, and
used to run from every Indian he saw
down yondrr in Kentucky" Clark held
out his hand and added cordially:
How are YOU Jazon. my old friend.
urfE hoy Eny
from?"
Oncle Jazon bounced upon the hand
and gripped it in his own knotted fin
gers, gazing delightedly up into Clark 9
bronzed and laughing face.
"Where'd come frum? l come frum
ever'wheres. Fust time I ever got
lost in all my born days. I've been Il
trompin' round in the water seems
like week, crazy as pizened rat, not
a-knowin' north f'om south ner my
big toe f'om turnip! Who's got some
(, tobacker?"
Oncle Jazon's story, when presently
he told 1t. interested Clark deeply.
He and Kenton had, with wise judg-
| ment separated on escaping from the
Indian camp. Kenton striking out for
Kentucky, while Oncle Jazon went to-
ward kaskasEia.
The information that Beverley would
be shot as soon as he was returned to
Hamilton caused Colonel Clark serious
worry Of mind Not only the fact that
| Beverley, who had been charming
friend and most gallant officer, was
now in such imminent danger, but the
impression given by Oncle Jazon's ac-
| COUNT that he had broken his parole
was deeply painful to the brave and
serupulously honorable commander.
| Still friendship rose above regret, and
Clark resolved to push his little col
umn forward all the more rapidly
hoping to arrive in time to prevent the
| impending execution.
! Next morning the march was resum-
| ed at the break of dawn, but swollen
! stream caused some hours of delay,
during which Beverley himself arrived
from the rear, haggard and weirdly
unkempt apparltion. He had been for
three days following hard on the ar
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