Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1906-05-06

pleasantly close made him think of a tale an East Indian soldier had told him of a man who was eaten alive by a countless swarm of black spiders. He looked at their slavering. champ ing tusks and stepped slowly back ward. The peccaries circled in closer, and Wainwright stopped. lifted his rife, took deliberate aim and fired at the leader. There were loud "Oofs." and quickening forward of the whole mass.
 Wainwright recalled Bllly's warning: Remember that when you strike herd of peccaries you are up against a new proposition. They fear nothing on the footstool. When you strike a herd just forget that you ever hunted elephants or tigers, drop your rife and run for the nearest tree"
 Wainwright gave a last glance at the hundred cruel eyes fastened on him. dropped his rife and gave one spring to the trunk of the nearest tree, barely escaping the forward rush of the pee carries. A moment later he was seated in the lowest crotch, breathing hard, with the peccaries paving. grunting and roofing below him.
 T wonder how long this will last" he thought. If little Jane could see me she certainly would think I was getting my punishment for being so surly this morning"
 For an hour Wainwright sat in his uncomfortable position, trying to find solace in his pipe and growing more and more irritated. The peccaries seemed untiring in their vigilance, and he shuddered at the possibility of fall ing among "hem if he dropped asleep. Far off through the woods he could see line of snake fence. He won- dered if he dared run for 1t.
 Just then he caught the gleaming of of blue gown among the trees. It was Jane, wandering off to look for him. "She should have known better! Heavens, it's my faultv' he thought His heart stood still within him. Then he tore off his coat, vest and cap and with a blood curding yell threw them far toward the outer edge of the herd. Like lightning the little animals turned in among themselves and fought for the garments. Wainwright dropped from the tree and flew toward the now terror stricken girl. Without a word but "Come!" he seized her hand and started in mad flight toward the fence Almost Immediately he heard the pec- carries behind them, but their start was good. Closer and closer sounded the sickening grunts.
 Faster. Janey. faster!' panted Wainwright and the girl quickened her pace to his. Wainwright gave single backward glance. The foremost peccary was only few feet behind them. Before them was gully per haps five feet wide. If only they could leap that! He knew that the peccaries could not jump, but would be forced to wade the brook. With the thought they were across it, though Janey stumbled and fell just on the other side. But Wainwright had her up again without breaking his speed.
 The fence was now so near that be could see the dead goldenrod on the other side, now so near that he saw the moss on the top rail, and now he lifted Jane and tossed her to the other side just as the peccaries hurled them selves at his legs. But he, too, was over, and the peccaries rooted and tore ln vain at the strong old barrier.
 Little Jane threw her arms about him. "Oh, Lawrence" she cried, "I'll never be cross again as long as 1 live"
 Wainwright held her close. 'If it ends this way" he said. "I hope you will be cross often.''