The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-05-25

forest. so while the other men worked he would generally loiter around the camp, sometimes consenting to do the cooking.
 One Saturday afternoon, the day on which the swampers had received their wages for seYerl weeks work, all of the men with the exception of two. Steve Fowler and young fellow nam ed Ali, left their camp and padded away up the bayou, intending to make a night of it at another point situated on the stream.
 l Steve and Ali had on new suits of clothes purchased few days before in Plaquemine, and in their pockets were the hard-earned dollars that had only just been paid them. The two were busy preparing supper, when the shrubbery near the shore of the bayou parted, and Hornsby appeared. The man had new Winchester rife on his shoulder, and before his surprised shelterers could ask him how he came by 1t, they found themselves looking down the long, black barrel of the gun, and heard Hornsby's low, determined voice, saying. Throw up your hands, you fellows, or I'll kill you like a pizen snake.''
 The eyes that were trained along the guns sight shown with baleful glare, the face of which they gave animation to was set in rigid, cruel lines, and Alf and Steve, concluding in an instant Harnsby meant business, obeyed the command. As though finding enjoyment in holding his victims in the attitude { of surrender, Hornsby surveyed them from behind the gun muzzle for nearly a minute, and then he ordered each of them to doff his new clothes and don his old ones, under pain of instant death.
 1 The change in attire completed, i Hornsby compelled Steve first to place the money from the pockets on a flat stone, just in front of where he stood, and then to bundle the clothes up and tie them into portable package with some stout atwine. i Now turn and march to the woods!!" was the next command, and when Steve and Ali had entered the swamp, Hornsby gathered up the bundle and the money, entered a pirogue, and padded rapidly away.
 Steve and Alf when the road was clear got into a boat themselves and made full speed to Plaquenmine, where they told the story of the robbery. The swampers hunted high and low for Hornsby but although they often saw the fellow, padding silently through the swamps in search of some lone wayfarer to rob- they could never catch him.
 The truth was that Hornsby had the daring of dnme novel desparado, and would only seek safety in flight when the odds against him were too heavy. If he suddenly came upon three or four men, he would show fight, and during his desperate career he ended several lives.
 i Hornsby, in his swiftly gliding piro- gue, haunted Bayou Cheine and Lake Chico, and travel in the waterways became perilous. The outlaw biult a hut ori an island near where the bayou entered into the lake, and lived there the life of hermit and misanthrope Finally Hornsby turned his hand aSdlllSt peGpEc llNillS III tilC iitttc, HI ages and towns in the vicinity of his lair, and his depredations became so numerous and daring that a well-or- ganized posse, armed with Winches- ters, and led by bloodhounds. started after him.
 1 Fer days the trail led through the wet marsh, where yenomous snakes described sinuous course through greenish, sluggish water. and where the gray moss, rich and abundant de- sending from dropping branches, brushed the faces of the pursuers as l they waded by.
 1 The dogs were useless in this water wilderness, and were sent back in charge of negro, but the trackers held | to their course and finally cought sight of Eornsby, as the outlaw WAS leaving hi; boat, at the edge of the is land, and plunged through the thic9 unGerkrlisl, toward his lair.
 i Several rifles from the soggy half : submerged main bank, of the bayou erasiSed. and Hornsby, turning, yelled defiautly. and throwing his gun to his shoulder, sent a bullet toward his en- n,les, Ear several hours a long-range fight was kept up, and Hornsby, his