The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1908-10-08

spreads out and forms a basin wherein
are the company store, office, miners
houses and drift mouth of the More.
head mine.
a quarter Of a mile farther cn the
ravlne comes to an abrupt end, and
though it is practicable TO continue in
the same direction on foot, it is i'm.
possible 10 ride or drive farther.
The Morehead mine presents n very
unusual appearance, for although there
is every equipment of a modern mine
for the digging of coal, there is no Wis
ible means of transporting it to the
market.
In truth, although the Morehead
produces 500 tons OF coal a day, not
one bushel of it IS ever hauled down
Buckles Hollow. The low, fiat cleo
trio motors come out of one black hole
in the mountain side. drawing after
them long trains Of little mine cars
loaded with coal. Then, instead Of
leaving them at tipple to be dumped
into railroad cars, they simply cross
the hollow on low bridge and disap-
pear in another black hole like the
one from which they came.
This apparent hole was an aban.
doned mine, and the coal was loaded
on cars at Silver Greek at the other
end.
Every day 500 tons of coal disap-
peared into one side of Jones noun
tain and was dumped into railroad
cars on the other side.
was spending my vacation with an
old college chum, George Martin, who
was the superintendent at the More
head.
One day after he had taken me
through the mine, and while we were
sitting in the office enjoying a smoke,
George suddenly said to me: Il for
got to tell you, Ned, that my mare,
Linnie, has developed into a regular
circus performer"
Indeed" / said What does she
do? Ring the bell and count hand.
kerchiefs?"
Not quite as bad as that" he an.
swered. 1--WE known how to make
her shake hands and sand up on her
hind legs for long time, but to top il
all, this morning when / started to
mount to ride to Mckee she kneeled
down and put her nose to the ground
as if she wanted to say her prayers
/ think she must have been in the
ring at some time in her career"
Before l could answer my attention
was attracted by a horseman gallop
ing at full speed up the hollow toward
us.
However, he did not stop at the of
fee, but passed out of sight toward
the head of the ravine.
| Il wonder what in the deuce he is
up to-" calculated George. I've a no
tion to get on Linnie and follow him
| just to see."
l remembered the abrupt ending Of
the ravine. Il guess he will not &C
very far in that direction" | said, "and
we can hold him up when he comes
back"
| Thirty minutes later we heard the
clatter of hoofs and rushed to the
door, expecting to see our man re
turning from the head of the rayine
Instead, there came another horse
man galloping up the hollow.
| We'll, this one will not get BY sc
easily" George said. stepping out into
the road.
His action was unnecessary, for the
rider suddenly drew his horse to it,
launches before us.
Hey, did you fellers see a man or
gray hoss?" he shouted.
What do you want to know that for?'
said George, quietly, for in the noun
tains it is not always best to know
too much.
Young feller," cried the man, get
ting red in the face. I'm the sheriff
of this county, and that man Is a fu
gitive. Did you see him or not?"
Eyes, we saw him pass here half al
hour ago"
Then it's all up for me-" said tn,
sheriff in a hollow voice of despair
Hes out of the head of the hollow by
this time, and he'll get up the ridg,
into Pennsylvania before / can DOS
sibly make up the distance"
What did he do?" l asked.
He shot two deputies who wa!
arrestin' him for hoss stealin'," an
swered the man. I've been chasin
him for two DAYS, and there's 81, 900 re
ward for him, dead or alive"
How far is it to the state line
George?" ] asked.
Five miles"
IF I'd "a gone up Silver creek
stead o followin' him up the hol
low" said the sheriff, Il might "a rio
up to Powell and headed him off there
but l was so close / thought sure IL
catch him fore he got this far"
Powell is the little village Just OF
the West Virginia side OF the stat,
fine. There's road from Mckee tc
Powell by way of Silver creek. Wheth
er purposely or not the fugitive hat
trapped the sheriff in Buckles hol
low and taken his chances on foot tc
get over the ridge and out of the
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