The Redwood gazette., 1910-04-06

hands on a fishing smack in fog.
Then there was a big darky toting a
banner with Jenkins Unparalleled
Double Uncle Toms Cabin Company
No. q on it IN big letters. Behind him
was boy leading two great, savage
looking dogs bloodhounds, found
out afterWard- chains. Then come
a pony cart with Little Eva and ELIAS
child in it. Eva was all gold hair and
beautifulness. And asterD Of her was
Marks, the lawyer. on his donkey
The place Booth Hank picked out to
cross was just ahead of the blood
hounds. And the first thing / knew
them dogs stretched out their noses
and took long sniff and then bust
out bowling like all possessed. The
boy, he tried to hold 'em, but twas
no 90. They yanked the chains out
of his hands and took after that poet
as if he owed 'em something. And
every one of the four million other
dogs that was in the crowd on the
sidewalks fell into line, and such
bowling and yapping and scampering
and screaming you never heard.
Well, twas a mixed up mess. That
was the end of the parade. Next min
ute was racing across country, with
the whole town and the Uncle Tom
mers astern of me and string Of dogs
stretched out ahead fur's you could
see Way up In the lead was Booth
Montague and the bloodhounds, and
away aft could hear Jonadab yelling,
"Stop thiefv'
Twas lively while it lasted, but it
didn't last long. There was little hill
at the end of the field, and when the
poet dove over t'other side of it the
bloodhounds all but had him. Afore
got to the top of the rise / heard the
awfullest powwow going on in the hol-
ler, and thinks l, They're eating him
alive"
But they want. When I hove in
sight Montague was setting up on the
ground at the foot Of the sand bank
he'd fell into, and the two hounds was
rolling over him, tapping his face and
| going on as If he was their grandpa
jest home from sea with his wages in
his pocket.
In a minute more the folks begun tx
arrive-boys first, then girls and meI
and then the women. Marks came
trotting up, pounding the donkey will
his umbrella.
"Here, Lion! Here, Tiger he yelli
"Quit it'll Let him alonew Then b,
| looks at Montague, and his jaw kinC
/ of drops.
"Why-why, HGnEP' he says.
A tall, lean critter i'm a black tai
coat and yaller vest and lavende
pants comes putting up. He was th,
manager, we found out afterward.
"Have they bit him?' says he. TheI
he done just the same as Marks hi
mouth opened, and his eyes stuck out
"HGnk SchnauIts, by the living jingo!'
says he.
Booth Montague looks at the two O
'em kind of sick and lonesome. "Hello
Barney! How are you, Sullivan?" b,
says.
"Hump' says a voice, a womani
voice, and tolerable crisp and vine
gary. Hum! It's you, is it? Nv,
been looking for your
Twas little Eva in the pony cart
Her gold hair had slipped back so.
you could see the black under it, anG
her beautiful red cheeks was kind Of
streaky. She looked some older an6
| likewise mad
"HumI' says she, getting out Of the
cart. "It's you. is it, Hank Schmults,
Well, p'r'aps you'll tell me where
you've been for the last two weeks
What do you mean by running away
you miserable. low down
But the manager took hold of hel
arm. He'd been looking at the crowd
and he whispered In her ear. Mex
thing / knew she clasped her nands
together. let out scream and runs UT
and grabs the celebrated British poet
around the neck
Booth" says she. "My husband,
Saved! Savedw
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