Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1913-01-11

fish weirs stood. like webbys fences. in
the distan &c.
i A cart. drs>Na by a plodding horse
and with a single individual On its
higls seat was motpg tut from be-
hind the breakwater. s me fisherman
driving out his wei2, p.Obably. The
minister had been on the bar con-
siderable time before he began to
think of returning TO the shore He
was hungry. but was enjoying himself
too well to mind The fats were all
his that morning. Only the cart and
its driver were in sight and they were
half mile of. He looked at his watch,
sighed, and reluctantly started to walk
toward the town; he mustn't keep Mrs.
Collins breakfast waiting too long.
The first channel he came to was
considerably deeper than when he
forded it on the way out He noticed
this, but only vaguely. The next, how
ever. was so deep that the water
splashed in, at the top of one of his
boots. He did notice that, because
though he was not wearing his best
clothes, he was not anxious to wet
his "other ones" The extent of his
wardrobe was in keeping with the size
of his salary.
And the third channel was so wide
not be forded, unless he was willing
to plunge above his waist
He hurried along the edge, looking
for a shallower place, but found none.
At last he reached the point of the
fat he was on and saw, to his dismay,
that here was the deepest spot yet,
hole. secured out by a current like
mill race. Turning, he saw, creeping
rapidly and steadily together over the
fiat behind him, two lines of foam, one
from each channel. His retreat was
cut off.
He was in for wetting, that was
sure. However, there was no help for
it, SO he waded in. The water filled
his boots there, 1t gurgled about his
hips, and beyond, as he could see. 1t
seemed to grow deeper and deeper.
The current was surprisingly strong;
he found it difficult to keep his footing
in the soft sand. 1t looked as though
he must swim for it, and to swim in
that tide would be no joke.
Then, from behind him, came a hail.
He turned and saw moving toward
him through the shallow water now
covering the fiat beyond the next chan
mel, the cart he had seen leave the
shore by the packet wharf, and. later.
on the outer bar. The horse was jog
ging along, miniature geysers spouting
beneath it's hoofs. The driver waved
to him
Hold on, mate" he called. Delay
there Stay where you are. I'll be
| alongside in shake. Git dap, Janu-
aryi'
Ellery waded back to meet this well
come arrival The horse plunged into
the next channel, surged through 1t,
and emerged dripping The driver
pulled the animal into a walk.
Say" he cried, I'm cruisin' your
way; better get aboard, hadn't you?
There's kind of a heavy dew this
mornin'- Whoa, Bill"
"BilI' or January stopped with ap-
parent willingness. The driver
leaned down and extended a hand.
The minister took it and was pulled
| up to the seat.
"Whew!" he painted. I'm much
obliged to you I guess you saved me
from a ducking, If nothing worse"
The horse, a sturdy, sedate beast to
whom all names seemed to be alike.
picked up his feet and pounded them
| down again. Showers of spray few
about the heads of the pair on the
seat.
81 amt so sure about that duckin', %
| commented the rescuer. "Humi guess
| likely Wen be out of soundin's If We
| tackle that sink hole you was under
! takin' to navigate. Let's try it lit
| tie further down"
Ellery looked his companion over.
Well" he observed with a smile,
from what I've heard of you, Captain
| Hammond, I rather guess you could
navigate almost any water in this To-
! cality and in all sorts of weather"
The driver turned in surprise
| "So?" he exclaimed. you know me.
do you? That's funny. I was tryin'
| to locate you, but 1 amt been able
to. You amt Trumetite, I'll bet on
! that"
Yes 1 am"
Tut! tut. tut. you don't tell me.
Say. Shipmate, you hurt my pride.
did think there want a soul that ever
trod sand in this village that couldn't
name on sight. and give the port they
hailed from and the names of their
owners. But you've got me on my
beam ends. And yet you knew me /"
| of course did. Everybody knows
the man that brought the packet
home"
The cart was aflcat. The horse. find
| ing wading more difficult than swim
ming, began to swim
Now I'm skipper again, sure
enough" remarked Hammond "Ain't
gettin' seasick, are you?"
The minister laughed
NO." he said.
| Good, she keeps on a fairly even