The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-11-12

brought Onclc Jazon 70 his side In
hurry.
"Qu' avez-vous? What's the natter"
the old man demanded with quick sym
patty. Hey they hit ye? Lieutenant,
air We hurt much2"
Beverley did not hear the old mans
words. did not feel his kindly touch.
"Alice, Alice!' he murmured. Dead.
| dead"
"Ya.as." drawled Onele Jazon. 81
hearn about it soon as got inter town.
It's sorry thii.g, Il mighty sorry thing.
But mcbby | won't do little somepln'
! to that
Beverley Strengthened himself and
| lifted his gun. forgetting that he had
not reloaded II since firing last. lie
leveled it at the fort and touched the
trigger simultaneously with his
movement an cmbrasure opened and Il
cannon flashed. its roar thanked on eli
Their side by cracking of British mus
kcts. Some bullets struck the fence
and flung splinters into OnClr Jazon's
| face. 4 cannon ball knocked n ridge
pole from the roof OF n house hard by
and sent it whlrling through the air.
"Ventrebleu-et apres? What next?
Better knock feller's eyes out" the
old man cried II amt a-doin' nothin'
| TO ye"'
! He capered around rubbing his
/ leathery face after the manner of
scaldcd monkey. Beverley was struck
In the breast by "A ilattened and spent
ball that glanced from fence picket.
| The shock caused him to stagger and
drop his gun, but he quickly picked it
up and turned to his companion.
"Are you hurt, Oncle Jazonf' he in.
! quired. Are you hurtf'
Not bit: jes skeert mos into n
duck At. Thought cannon ball had
knocked my whole dang face down
my throat Nothin' but handful o.
| splinters In my poorly count'nance.
maxim my head feel like porc'pne.
But sort o thought ! heard somcpn'
give you diff"
Something did hit me-" said Bever-
ley, laying hand on his breast, "but
| don't think 1t was II bullet They
seem TO be getting our range at last
J Tell the men to keep well under cover
They must not expose themselves until
we are ready TO charge"
The shock had brought him back to
his duty as a leader OF his little com
pany, and with the funeral bell of all
his life's happiness tolling in his ago.
nized heart he turned afresb to direct
ing the fire upon the block house.
About this time a runner came from
| clark with an order to cease firing and
let returning party of British scouts
under Captain Lamothe re-enter the
fort unframed. A strange order It
seemed to both officers and men, but
1t was implicitly obeyed. Clark's genius
here made another fine strategic fash.
He knew that unless he let the scouts
go back into the stockade they would
escape by running away. and might
possibly organize an army of Indians
with which to succor Hamilton. But
II they We're permitted To 20 inside
they could u captured with the rest
OF the garrison. Hence his order.
A few minutes passed In dead 81
lence. Then Captain Lamothe and his
party marched close by where Bever.
roy Siuuu WAS lying tOnteditu. II
was difficult task to restrain the ere
oles, for some of them hated Lamothe
Oncle JazOn squirmed like snake
while they filed past all unaware that
an enemy lurked so near. When they
reached the fort, ladders were put
down for them and they began to
Chamber over the wall crowding and
pushing one another In wild haste
Oncle Jazon could hold In no longer.
"Ya. va! Yaw he yelled. Look
out. The ladder IL a-fallin' wi yer
Then all the lurking crowd shouted
as one man, and, sure enough, down
came a laddcr-men and all in crash
ing heap,
"Silcnce, Silence Beverley COM
handed, but he could not check the
wild jeering and laughing, while the
bruised and frightened scouts hastily
erected their ladder again, fairly tum-
bling over one another in their haste
to ascend, and so cleared the wall, fall.
ing into the stockade TO Join the gar
rison.
"Ven'rebeuw shriekcd Oncle Jazon.
They've gone to bed, but wen wake
em up at the crack q day an give
'em II breakfas o hot leadw =
Now the fighting was resumed with
rcdoublcd spirit and noise, and when
morning came. affording sufficient light
to bring out the bead sights on the
Kentucky rifles the matchless marks
men In Clarks band forced the British
TO close the embrasures and entirely
cease trying to use their cannon, but
the fight with small arms went merrily
Oh until the middle OF the forenoon.
Meantime Gaspard Roussillon had
tied Francis Maisonyilles hands fast
and hard with the strap of his bullet
pouch,
"Now, I'll scalp you," he said in a
rumbling tone terrible To hear. And
with his words out came his hunting
knife from its sheath.
oh have mercy, my dear NJ. Rous
/ sIIlnn" cried the nnntinp cnntIya