The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1924-09-19

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ing. IF / had been little closer,
could have potted both men with one
bullet"
why didn't you take a shot any
howT another asked.
81 was creeping up. trying to get
closer. They have had to hide or run
upon the heels of our people"
A number of men were now sitting
on the very log in which Jack was hid
den. The young scout saw the legs Of
man standing opposite the open end
of the log. Then these memorable
words were spoken:
''This log Is good cover for man
to hide in, but nobody is hid in 1t.
There's big spiders web over the
opening"
There was more talk, In which 1t
came out that nine thousand men were
crossing to Gravesend.
"Come on, boys, Pm going back"
said one of the party. Whereupon they
went away
Dusk was falling. Jack waited for
a move from Solomon. In few min
utes he heard stir In the brush.
Then he could dimly see the face of
his friend beyond the spiders web.
Come on, my son. the latter whis-
pered.
With feeling of real regret, Jack
rent the veil of the spider and came
out of his hiding-place. He brushed the
silken threads from his hair and brow
as he whispered:
THAT old spider saved me-good
luck to himl 70
"We'll keep clus together" Solomon
whispered. 1--WE got to push right on
an work round 'em. If anyone gits
In our way, he'll have to change
worlds sudden, that's all. We mus
git to them bosses fore midnight"
Darkness had fallen, but the moon
was rising when they set out. Solo
mon led the way. with that long. loose
stride of his. Their moccaslned feet
were about as noiseless as a cats. On
and on they went until Solomon
stopped suddenly and stood listening
and peering into the dark bush beyond
Jack could hear and see nothing. Solo
without word and moving with the
stealth of hunted Indian. Jack fol-
lowed closely. Soon they were sinking |
to their knees in a messy tamarack |
swamp, but a few minutes of hard |
travel brought them to the shore of a
pond.
wait here till ! git the canoe" Sol
ONION whispered.
The latter crept into thicket and
soon Jack could hear him cautiously
showing his canoe into the water. A
little later the young man sat in the
middle of the shell of birch bark while
Solomon knelt In its stern with his
paddle. Silently he pushed through
the lilied margin of the pond into clear
water The moon was hidden behind
the woods. The still surface of the
pond was now a glossy, dark plane be-
tween two starry deeps-one above,
the other beneath. In the shadow of
the forest, near the far shore, Solo
non stopped and lifted his voice in the
ong, weird cry of the great bush owl
This he repeated three times, when
here came an answer out Of the
woods
That's a warnin' fer OIL Joe Thrash
r." Solomon whispered. Hell go out
IN wake up the folks ON his road an
tart 'em movin'."
They landed and Solomon hid his
,anoe In thicket.
Before midnight they reached Rem
ems barn and about two o'clock en-
cred the camp on lathering horses. AS
hey dismounted, looking back from
he heights of Brooklyn toward the
outheast, they could see a great light
rom many fires, the flames of which
we're leaping into the sky.
Guess the farmers have set their
wheat stacks afire," said Solomon.
They're all scairt an started fer
own"
General Washington was with his
orces some miles north of the other
hore of the river. messenger was
ent for him. Next day the comman-
er In chief found his Long Island
rigades in a condition of disorder and
anic. Squads and companies, eager
Or fight. were prowling through the
ush in the south like hunters after
anne. A number of the new Conneo
cut boys had deserted. Some of them \
ad been captured and brought back. \
l speaking of the matter. Washington \
lid:
I'VE must be tolerant These lads
re timld. They have been dragged \
ON the tender scenes of domestic life.
hey are unused to the restraints of N
ar We must not be too severe" N
hen he spoke these words. III
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