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SATANIC This rao. oa un iJL r eiieve 1 ?l il |‘>, diSea5es is caused by an acid condition of ITCH. of this acid poison reaches tl lhn ?'. I S Ij certain instrumentalities too much almost unbearable, espeeiallv 'u S * ln ant ^ ll becomes red and inflamed/ The itching and burning are impossible, the desperate suffa 1* over heated from any cause. The shin seems on fire, sleep or rest is This burning, itching l,,',„ 1 re gardless of consequences, scratches until strength is exhausted, forms crusts aiid scales." '°^ a PPears sometimes in little pustules, discharging a sticky fluid, which This is a painful and sfaihhsSi • s *“ n ’ s dry,-hard 'and fissured, itches intensely, bleeds and scabs over. While Eczema, Tetter viv, 0 ™ 1 ,°* t * le disease. the skin, they are really bl’o^P elas > Salt Rheum and many like troubles are spoken of as diseases of THERE CM® BE NO EXTERNAL IRRITATION WITHOUT an internal cause. If the blood is in a pure he-.Hr, ... , , , . External applications y , condltlon , no-poisonous elements can reach the skin. Animation but washes, lotions and salves sometimes mitigate the itching and'soothe the vegetable remen , reach the disease. Only S. S. S„ the real blood medicine, can do this. * ^ e seat of the j- 110 '™’ is a safe and permanent cure for Eczema and all deep-seated blood and ■ svstem of neutralizes the acids and cleanses the blood, re-inforces and invigorates - &11 llllDUntlPC 4l.o nnfurol f'liotinplc • tllf 1 ?VlTl rpllPUPfl oil itlflonmiotjoii sic in troubles. It goes d: all the organs, and thus*'* subsides," and'all signs of the disease disappear."" ln?purities through the natural channels; the skin relieved, all inflammation Mrs. Lefa M. Hoffmin, of fcardington, Ohio, says she -was ^ from birth.' Her face at times became so badly swolIenThat' wlth t Scrofu1 'ous sores and Eczema Sands were very sore. Ste was treated by £ll ihe her researches for relief, was told by an oldjihysician to take S S^r^SSs&Sh -promptlv rured, and has never had a return nftht. — .... . She folic believes she would have been it will do for others.” hvrBrnveycars ago but for | Sein i ^°^^ l '^ , ’°°h?i^^i?.u d anv < inftjrtimi; eaSeS ’ ® nt ? write our physicians fully about your e; they will cheerfully give any information or advice wanted \Ve make no charge for thu BY WOLCOTT LE CLEAR BEARD A TALE OF THE CATTLE THIEVES OF AGUA -CALIENTE wanted. We make no charge for this. Address, Swift Specific Co., Atlanta, Ga. nave been Highly satistactory i: ;ne wa ter can had been a steer or even if it had not upset and spilled the water over me. “I didn’ think erbont the can comin over on yer that a way, ” said Spider ooooooocoooooooooooooooooooo CHAPTER L m wmen spider and the ballet gikl ARE INTRODUCED. •‘There ain’ only one thing he won’t do. an that’s lie,” said the Ballet Girl tome. “Work? Snre he’ll work, but he works all wrong. I darsn’ let ’im skin the spuds (potatoes) even. He’s orkerd, that’s what he is, bnt- it ain’t no more’n natcberl, liein like he is, all Jaigs an arms, with jes? ernongh body for ter hoi' ’em together an no head at all. That’s why they calls him Spider, I s'pnse, his bein all laigs an arms. He hasn’t got no other name, not as I knows. ’ ’ Whilespeaking the Ballet Girl looked doubtfully in ihe direction” of tbecook wagon, near which Spider was bnsily engaged in scouring an iron soup kettle Copyright. lBilO.b, IV. Le Clear Beur.l. my canvas cot “Yer see tber wasn nothin else stickin up that I could rope, only yer game foot, an I thought m: ; be yon wouldn’t like that. I’ll pull away this yer* fly an let the snn inr- Then ’twon' be no time ’fore all’s dry.”' After polling aside the canvas that Bbaded me Spider sat down once more to his sewing, while I steamed in the scorching snn. “Well, I c’n thrower rope all right,” he went on, looking at me from time It was tedious work, or •rather idle- j to time with a professional eye appar- ness, lying on my cot under the shade ently, to see how I was cooking. “I c’n of my tent fly, watching the hungry | ride anything that goes on fonr legs, an looking cattle, if they happened to be in j 1 c’n pack er mnle as well as any man coox s assistant is caiiea, ana wouia not have had him leave if I could have help ed it. ne. “Them chaps ain' nofcouy's Iook- ont bnt mine, an if I like such jokes as tkem^vhy- them jokes goes, that’s all. I doii « ask nobody ter look after my qnar’lsfer me Yon ain* go.nter bounce Png Hollis.” I mildly differed from this last state ment. “No. yon ain’—yon can’t do nothin erbont it at all.” persisted Spider. “I tol yon ’bout tbem chaps myself, so you can’t. Yon said you wonldn* do nothin ’bout nothin what 1 tol* yon.” I had never said anything of the kind. 3ht, nevertheless, in inviting Spider’s confidence I had certainly implied a promise'to make no use of it. His posi tion. theref've. wns unassailable, and I had to retreat pom mine with what grace I could Hollis was allowed to stay. Besides, just at this time we needed men more £ than ever The river fell somewhat, mid it was decided that we should attempt to cross it with the cat tle and pursue our journey toward the railway The water was still so high that-there was considerable danger that jome.of the cattle would be swept away, and drowned, as they crossed, bnt on the other band the pasturage where we then were was nearly exhausted, and it was impossible to say how long we might have to remain if we neglected to avail ourselves of the opportunity this fall offered me. At that season of the year the water might rise at any moment and keep ns from crossing for an in definite time Therefore it seemed far.. contritely, as with the hollow of his ‘ better in every way to expose some of hand he tried to scooj) the water out of j the cattle to This chance of drowning rather than to run so large a risk of starving them all where we were. Before reaching the conclusion there was an earnest debate, which Spider followed most anxiously. When the de cision was reached. Spider, knowing that every hand would he- required in thejierding. begged-'to be allowed to form one of the force, and. after consul tation with the foreman and the Ballet Girl, I consented, and as a temporary measure Spider was taken on as a cow boy. This was a season of joy to Spider. As-the glad tidings reached him he be came so exultant that he was unendur? on acconnt of my ankle, which was hurt by the pressure against thestirrnp and. wheeling his horse, swooped down on the flank of the body of cattle, still every time my horse suddenly changed yelling and flogging as he urged it on. sight, as they wandered about looking j er my weight in this yer ter’tory. Bnt , able. At onr earnest request he subsid- for something to eat. I could never see bow they managed in Ihe course of a day to gather a meal, even though they should sprint from one bunch of the hard, wiry grass to another. They did manage it somehow, though,-and their ordinary gait when feeding was very far indeed from being a sprint. The cattle, however, were seldom in sight, and at the best tlrey were not very interesting, so I took to watching the cook outfit instead, more especially „„ large that it nearly concealed him. i * hat Part of the cook outfit where Spider Perhaps I wonld better explain that the ! “ a PP ene d to be. It was not at all diffi- Ballet Girl was a gray bearded man, , . 4 4 ? se ® tbat _ Spider’s work was ex- II cook for the field outfit of the Circle M ranch. The cowboys had given him this- name because, as one of them explain ed, the cook had a wooden leg and was therefore unable to dance. The Ballet Girl’s statement that Spider bad no head was a libel. He had a head, and. thongh it was small and not at all beautiful, it was a very good one and was covered with a heavy thatch of extraordinarily red hair. As Spider worked among the pots and pans ho certainly was awkward. I had teen watching him all the morn ing. I had nothing else "to do. It was but a very short time since I had acquired an interest in the Circle M brand. Jnst before this a large num ber of cattle had been sold and driven away overland toward the railway, where they conld be shipped to the east, and I had at once been sent forward to overtake the herd in order to assume its management. Now, a herd of cattle that has to pick np its food as it goes along docs not travel rapidly, and I had overtaken it without difficulty, bnt the horse 1 was tiding immediately cel ebrated that event by stepping into a badger hole, breaking his leg and at the same titue spraining one of my ankles and a wrist in a bed made up in one of the springless wagons I had been painfnlly jolted for a conple of stages over the half desert plain. Then we reached the Rio Gila and stopped, for the river was fall from hank to bank with rnshin> brown water, far too deep and too swift for. ns to attempt crossing it with the cattle. We could only wait until the river fell “What’s the matter with the boy V 1 asked. “Can’t he cook?” “Yon don’ go for ter s’pose I’d trns’ ’im ter try, do you ?” replied the Ballet Girl disgnstedly. “No, he can't cook, an if he conld he’d he alwns tryin some er them monkey shines er his, so’s yon wouldn’t dare eat nothin he’d tonched. Why, it was only a week back that he took some salt an saleratns an stained it with coffee, so’s it looked like brown sugar, an give it ter the boys ter sweeten ther slumgullion (tea) with. They said 1 was a-tryin ter pizen ’em, the hoys did, an they said if Tdid it some more they’d hang me on the tongue er my own cook wagon.” “Bnt yon know they wouldn’t have done anything of the sort,” I inter posed. “Dnnno,” replied the cook dubiously. “Them boys, they gets mighty playfn] . sometimes. Course they ongbter ’a’ knowed I wouldn’t do no such fool thing as th^t. I fouu’ out who ’twas that done i$an tol’ ’em.” “How did yon find out?’’ I inquired curiously. - “Asked ’im. I said he wonldn’ lie. The boys, they licked himgood fer that. So’d I, you bet you.” “What did he do then?” I asked; “Filled my boot np with m’lasses. When I got it off—an it was er mighty long time firs’—my foot-looked as thongh I'd varnished it an the varnish hadn't dried. I kicked him with it ’fore . I took it off, an then I hung it on the wagon- ter dreen. It’s dreeuin yet See?” ' He pointed as he spoke to a cowhide of generous proportions that hnng over the side of the mess wagon. From the straps that were intended to pull it on by there slowly dripped a stringy, brown stream of molasses. “An tbat ain’t all lie done,” the cook went on. “He took some spnds what he knowed I was a-gonter bake in the ashes, an ho loaded ’em np with powder. When I put ’em in the coals, they bust ed in a little while an filled a mess er biscuit I was a-mixin plnm full er brirnt powder an raw pertater. Some of it went down my neck inside my shirt” “Did yon whip him again?" “Nope. I conldn’. not that time. He ent away an didn’ come back till I .was ersleep, an then he got my timber laig an a saw an said he'd saw the laig in two if I didn' say I wonldn’ do nothin to him fer them there explosive spuda I conldn chase 'im, so I had ter prom ise. Bnt say I I clean fergot yon was one er the bosses—I wouldn’t 'a' tol’ yer else. Tbe-’boy. be ain’t none so bad. He don’ mean nothin wrong, an he. wonldn’ do a low down thing, not ter save his neck. I ain got no kick comifi. so yon won have ’im fired ner nothin, will yon?” - j The cook stood boring his wooden leg into the gronnd. looking at me with ! genuine concern. I speedily reassured him If be wished to retain so eccentric an assistant, it was he. not I. who wonia ,!: ‘ VP Y nVr - !’•!> 'I’.-ilIy I was much interested in the small “cookec." as the tremely distastefnl—to him, and really it was hardly to he wondered at. Wash ing greasy tin dishes and scouring pots and kettles are not tasks that wonld commend themselves to the average boy. It was through this dislike, prob ably, that most of bis awkwardness arose. After harrying through with his work be wonld extract from the cook wagon a bundle of leafher-and. go to the tem porary corral, shaded -by a big cotton wood tree, where the 12 big wagon horses were kept. He wonld sit there for hours, patiently stitching at the leather with awl and waxed end and all the while carrying on an animated conversation with the horses. My first efforts to get acquainted with Spider were unsuccessful. He conld not forget that I was one of the people vaguely referred to as “the bosses,” to whom the cook bad so often threatened to report him. Once or twice I called him over to me and tried to get him to talk, brit his evident nneasiness during this ordeal induced me to give it np. After awhile, however. Spider so far forgot his reserve as to grin as he passed me, and then, finding that I took no official notice of his many misdeeds, he gradually unbent and finally became quite friendly in a condescending sort of way. Little by little he got into the habit of coming to my tent instead of going tq the corral, and at length, after considerable hesitation, he bronght his sewing with him. “What isrjt that yon're trying to | make, Spider?” I asked him as he seated himself, tailor fashion, in the shade of the tent fly and nnrolled his leather bnndle. “Chaps,” he replied, holding them np for inspection. Then DRS. STARKEY S PALER, “ What is it that you're trying to make, Spidert” I saw that it was a pair of ehapparejos —shortened in the vernacular to “chaps”—that he had. They are leather leggings snch as cowboys wear. Orig inally this pair was made and had evi dently been worn by a rather large man, hut Spider had ent them down to fit liis own diminutive legs, and with infinite patience lie was stitching np the side seams. I conld see no-reason why a conk's assistant should have so urgent a need of a pair of cowboy leg gings tbatehe should go to all that trou ble to get the:u In fact. I said as much to Spider. : . “S’pose I’m gohter be & cookee all my life?” he replied, lookirg np at me with an expression of 'intense disgust. “Well, I ain’. I’m only cookeein now so’s I can save? enough money fer ter buy me an ontfit-- the part er the ontfit I can’t make, that is.” ^.‘What sort of an ontfit?” I inquired respectfnlly. cautioned by the displeas ure in Spider’s tone. “What is it that yon’re going to he?” “Cow puncher. Yer see ther ain* nothin else fer. me,” be explained. “I ain’ never had no chance-ter learn. Cowboys c’n get er. brand er. cattle er their own bimeby if they don’t steer theirselv.es too hard ’gains' the green cloth (gamble), er don’ blow their money in no ether way. Then after that I c’n see what I wanter do.- I c’n learn things. See?” “But nobody-jvould take yon on as a ccwboy. Spider. ” I objected. “You’re not as big as an ordinary stock saddle. Yon conldn’ hold a steer even-if yoa got your rope on him. ” “Maybe I conldn" hoi’ no steer,” he cried, highly offended. “Maybe I conldn’ get my rope on one, neither. Jus’ you look a-yer once. ’* ' Running to the cook wagon. Spider produced a small bnndle carefully done ap in n bit of old canvas. It contained a rawhide lariat. Retaining Spider deftly coiled it in his hand and opened the loop. Then he ciist it and secured my water can in a jr^ner that wonld ” i Mm m© ~ s* ;•*!* I Signature I got ter get an ontfit. I ain’ ben savin long, an my-wages ain’ none too bij so I ain’ got mach pnt by, an there’s a lot er things ter git. Saddle an bridle an gun an spnrs an holster an belt an a horse. I got the rope, like yer saw, an I’m makin these yer chaps. I.c’n make er holster an belt tbat’d do fer awhile, an the bridle all but the bit. The gnn an spnrs I can’t make, ner the horse.” For awhile Spider stitched, on in si lence; then he looked np and said- “Meybe it's like yer say, an nobody wonldn’ take on a kid like me, ontfit or no. But if I ain’ got the^ tools I sure won’ get the job. So there ain’- no way outer get tin the ontfit that I c’n see.” He paused for a reply, bnt his logic was so unanswerable that I had none to make, and Spider went on. “Cappy Lee, he give me these here ol’chaps what I’m enttin down. He give me my rope too. Him an Pag Hollis was scrappin ter see which be longed to it. an Cappy, he settled it like that Png was dead sore, bnt it didn’ do him no good, so now he tries ter take it onter my hide every shew lie gets. Las’ night he says howl cut the lacin er his stirrnp leathers, an when I say I didn’ be says I lie an he licks me. I ain’ got no use fer Png Hollis.” - To tell the trnth, I didn’t have “no use for Pag Hollis” either. He was a sullen, unpleasant sort of person, and he abused his horses. I would have dis charged him long before but for the fact tbat we were short handed. Help was scarce and getting scarcer; so, thongh I disliked this man, I bad to let him stay. When Spider’s ebaps were nearly fin ished, he devoted every moment of his leisure time to them. The whole camp was made aware of this fact by the un wonted quiet of the. evenings. Ordinarily, as soon as snpper was over and Spider had finished the dishes, one might hear the rush of a galloping horse, then shouts and oaths coming from the owner of that horse, followed by what was known as “language”— that is, very bad language indeed— from all bands, especially the cook. This language wonld always take Hie form of threats and of comment on Spider’s manners, morals or personal appearance, and would always he of a most uncomplimentary nature. By these signs I would know that Spider was practicing. “I got ter keep my ridin np, ” Spider exclaimed when I remonstrated with him. “I wonldn’ stan no sort er a show fer a job—a kid like me—if I-conldn ride. Then • I ain’ got no horses er my own.” Still, as I said, for two or three even ings there was qniet, “-and then the chaps were finished. Spider wore them continually, to “limber ’em np some, ” he said. Truly they needed limbering, for the leather, when made into tubes of so small a diameter, was so stiff that Spider’s knees conld not bend it in the smallest degree, and he was obliged to walk in much the same manner that one steps off distances on a map with a pair of compassea The report circu lated through the camp to. the effect that Spider slept in those chaps of his was without foundation, but it is cer tain that they were never far from him. The Ballet Girl, with a grin, confided to me that when Spider rolled himself up in his blanket for the night he stood the chaps up against a post at bis feet, so that he could? see them as be first opened bis eyes. Of course the men chaffed him abont them continu ally. They compared the chaps to a conple of small stovepipes, but said that of the. two the stovepipes were the more flexible. Spider stood their chaff- good natnredly enough in the main, but at first he resented this allusion to the stiffness of his chaps, so for a long time the men called him Stovepipes in stead of Spider But, like most pleasant things of this world. Spider’s chaps were too good to last. One morning he appeared without them and went about bis work very so- •berly Never before had I seen him in snch dejection I inquired' as to its cause. Without a word he brought me the blackened and shriveled remains of what were once bis proudest possession and laid them before me. “It was that ther Png Hollis what- doneit.”he said at last in reply to< my repeated questionings. “He took; the chaps when I was sleepin las’ night, an he propped ’em up with rocks like as thongh they was stovepipes, what the boys had. called ’em. an then he bnilt a fire under ’em. . They didn’t smell none too good when they was a-cookin, an the smell woke me np. It was too late then—they was like yon see here That’s what he thinks is a joke.” ; Hollis’ notion of a joke did not at all appeal to mo. So thoroughly disgusted was I that I expressed my intention of discharging him at once, much as we needed help I did not care to have such a man around Spider, however, wonld hear of no snch thing. Yon wanter bounce him jus’ ’cause he burnt np them chaps er mine, an that’s the only reason yon wanter bonnee him now. when yon want every man *von c’n Q£t'i an more* .top. said I — —- •• •- uc suuaiu- ed somewhat after awhile and after he had gone about from man to man try ing, to borrow the necessary equipment —horse and saddle—for the crossing on the following morning. We thought we had heard the last of him and were jnst abont to turn in when a sputter ing howl from Hollis was followed by a volley, of bad language that was un mistakably directed at Spider. The gist of this language seemed to be that he (Hollis) was poisoned. The investigation that immediately fullowed proved that this was not tr'ne. It was only that Spider had discovered in some way the hiding place of a carefnlly hoarded bot tle of whisky belonging to Hollis.' Emp tying the whisky on the gronnd, Spider had filled the bottle with a mixture of his own invention, the natnre of-which did not transpire, except that kerosene was one of its more prominent features. Consoling himself in advance for the hard work that the next day wonld bring, Hollis had taken some swallows of this mixture before he discovered what it was that he was drinking. Then followed the remarks to which I have referred. To these remarks Spider made an swer, averring that they were entirely uncalled for, as the quality of the iiqnor had been rather improved than other wise, bnt that he snpposed that Hollis mnst be incapable of judging. Hollis became annoyed at this and in- dnlged in further language, which was only hushed wbfin at last Spider was captured and expiated his crime by a frantic dance, inspired by a well plied lariat end. Then the camp was at peace for the night CHAPTER H. IN wmea SPIDER SAVES HIS ENEMY’S LIFE Back of the narrow flat that bordered the river rose a cliff of shining, black basalt, forming the edge of the table land, or mesa, as it is called, which stretches away for hundreds of miles, a treeless, arid plain that reaches ont of the United States nearly half way through Mexico. On the edge of this mesa onr camp had been made, and here on the morning set for the crossing the great herd was gathered. Since long before daylight the cow boys had b?en riding hard, galloping He waved his hand as he passed me. and shouting madly as they bronght hurrying in the stragglers that had wandered tip or down the river. Every man was trying to do the work of three men. Mounted on a gentle pony, and leaning hard on one stirrnp to ease the other foot, I tried to help, bnt with an arnr-in a sling and an ankle incapaci tated one does not succeed well in herding cattle. A conple of cattle had broken away from the heri and I was trying to chase them back. 1 failed signally. I could not follow their twists and turns. I Does the j !Baby Thrive; I If not, something must be t f wrong with its food. ^ If the t X mother’s milk doesn’t nour-1 | ish it, she needs SCOTT’S \ fEMULSION. It supplies the f X elements of fat required for X | the baby. If baby is not * - nourished by its artificial food, then it requires Haif a teaspoonfu! three or four times a day in its I bottle will have the desired I effect. It seems to have a | magical effect upon babies | and children. A fifty-ccei j bottle will prove the truth | of our statements. | Should be taken in summer cs It well as winter. $ the direction in which he was going. I had nearly given up wb'£jSpider, his pony cn the keen jnmp, flaoued by and took np the-pursuit. He waved his hand as he passed zhe and tried to shont, bnt his throat was filled with dust, and the nearest he conld come to his usual shrill cheer was a sort of splattering gasp. In a very few minutes the cattle were safely reunited with the. herd, had never seen Spider work with cattle, and his ready skill surprised me. Cer tainly he showed none of the awkward ness of which.the Ballet Girl had com plained. I was returning to the herd, when Spider emerged from the ciond of dust that surrounded it and cantered forward to meet me. “Look a-y er 1’’ he cried in a tone of authority as soon as he was close enough to be heard. “Yon ain’ got no business here. _ You ain’t no good, no how, in the shape like yon are. an you’ll only do yonrself np worse. Go spun that there little rise, where yon can see everything an won’t hnrt yer- self. Me’n the hoys, we’ll tend ter the cattle all right.” Spider’s command that I should re tire was so plainly prompted by a^olici- tnde for my welfare that I conld not have resented his tone even had it not amused me as it did. Besides, he was perfectly right. I was of no nse what ever in the herding. Evidently intend ing to see that his orders were fnlly car ried out. Spider rode by my side as I slowly cantered toward the rise that he had pointed ont to me Tlltmgh the stir- snp leathers of the borrowed saddle were far too long for him, thongh they were pulled np as far as they wonld go, and thongh the saddle itself was so large that it would have had room in it for several boys of Spider’s size, still Spider rode superbly. I saw that when he was after those cattle. The pony he was riding on was one of my own, and thongh Spider had bad the choice of several he had chosen the most"unman ageable animal of them all. Cappy Lee was the last man who had attempted to ride the brnte. He had been promptly backed off. He told me afterward that he had turned a somersault so quickly that he had seen the canvas patch that decorated the back of his trousers. “How does the pony carry yon, Spider?" 1 asked as we rode along to gether. “Like a bird. Concho an me’s ol’ frien’s. He like some. He won’ try no funny business when I’m ridin’m, ” re plied Spider, with a happy grin, as he leaned forward and patted the pony’s neck. Conchp generally carried his ears pointing directly toward his tail. He rolled the whites of his eyes in ac knowledgment of the caress and cocked his ears for an instant; then he laid them back again. To me his conduct was not reassnring. “If I were in your place, I wouldn't try any of those tricks of yonrs, ” said I. I was speaking only of tricks of horsemanship, bnt Spider misunderstood me. “Yon ain’t seen me doin no tricks terday, I reckon," ho said in a tone that showed that he was rather hurt at- what I said. “Yon ain’t a-goin ter see none, neither. I’m berdin now. It’s business, an I’m in it fer all I’m worth. Yon watch’n see’f I ain’t. I mus’ go back now." Wheeling aronnd on his hind legs, Concho bncked himself to ward the herd as I mounted the rise to which I had been bound. The lean, bnngry looking cattle gath ered on the plain were blended into an indistingnishable mass by the thin cloud of dust that hnng over them, thrown np by their hoofs as they pawed the loose sand. Here and there flashed a glint of dull light, where the sunlight that filtered through the dust was re flected from a tossing horn. With in tervals between them, cowboys galloped aronnd the herd, half of them going in one direction, half in the other. They passed in front of the herd and then vanished aronnd its back, when they could only be distinguished by the pillar of dnst, thicker than that overhanging the herd, tbat followed each man as he rode. A little to one side the foreflian sat on hi3 horse, with Spider close by him. Then, evidently directed by his chief, Spider galloped over the plain and passed into the gorge that made a pas sage between the cliff and the river flat. The foreman cantered np to me. “I reckon we better get this here job done abont as quick as we know if we’re goin ter do it,” he said as he came within speaking distance. “We'U have ter drive ’em all ter once too. The riv er’s risin. an ther won' be no time ter split ’em np into bunches, an then get ’em over one bnnch at a time like we oughter. Can’t say how far the water’ll rise er how long it’ll stay riz, now it’s started. I jns’ Eent the kid ter look at a watermark I set an hour ago. Here he comes, now ” As he spoke Spider rode np. “Here’3 yer stake,” said he, holding the notched stick up for inspection. Water was a ban an a half over it when I got there. Stake was clean outer sight, an I had ter hnnt for it ” “Ye see,” said the foreman, turning to me. “We’ll sure have ter go ef get stuck here. Reckon we’d - better get things a-movin. Whatjer think?” There was bnt one thing to do. I nodded assent, and, followed by Spider, the foreman galloped back to his charge. Then there were shouts from the men; the cattle moved slowly forward, and, like a great serpent, the herd strung itself across the plain and: through the gorge that led to the river, halting for a moment on the flat below. - ‘Now string 'em out an get 'em to rnnnin, so’s they can’t stop their-; selves," commanded the foreman. “When you're gettin ’em inter the, drink, ride on the down stream side all yon can, so’s.they can’t head that way.; Try’n have a little sense, if yer can. Now, then, ready? Let ’ergo!” The waiting cowboys pnt spnrs to their horses and started. After a mo- ' ment’s hesitation the great mass' of cat tle moved slowly toward the river. The j men behind them nrged them on with ’ shots and blows and cries. Darting to the head of the herd, Hollis wormed his way in. and with the heavy honda or loop ring of his lariat flogged the lead ing cattle, patriarchal old balls that were accustomed to move with delibera tion. Determined not he outdone by his enemy. Spider dashed forward and ar rived an instant later. The nimble lit tle cow pony slid in among the cattle and was here, there and everywhere in an instant, while his rider whipped, spurred and yelled like a madman. A sort of clumsy ripple that reminded me of the movement of logs jammed in a river passed along the length of the herd: then the cattle broke into a'lnm bering gallop. The gallop was,mnch faster than it seemed. First Hollis and then Spider broke through the head of the herd, and, riding diagonally for ward,-tried to get to one side of tlv rnsh. I conld see that their horses wire going at a rate that they conld hardly have bettered if their lives had been de pending on their speed. Hollis was ahead, with Spider imme diately behind and trying to pass him, and, aided by his light weight. S succeeded in 'passing. He reaj ootaide of the pathjinranert Hpllls.also had nearly passed out of the danger line when his horse inrehed forward and fell, throwing bis rider some distance from him. directly in line of the rushing herd that was bear ing down upon them. He had stepped into a badger hole. The horse scram bled to his feet and galloped on, bnt for a moment Hollis, apparently stnn- ned, lay where he had fallen. No one conld do anything to help— there was no time. In another instant Hollis rose unsteadily to his feet. There Covering the foremost hull of the herd. ~ fired. was a bowlder a few feet distant, and he made for it in a limping rnn. He drew a pistol as he knelt hehind the rock, and hurriedly covering the fore most ball of the herd, now terribly close to him, he fired. The bull plunged head leng against the bowlder and lay with his body jammed across it. The cattle were not qnite stampeded. If they had been they would have piled themselves one on top of another over the bowlder and the dead bull that rest ed against it nntil, with their combined weight, they wonld have almost crushed the rock itself. As it was they turned one side and the other as they reached the impediment, and left a little open space aronnd it, as though the rock were a candle and the space the light it shedr Another moment and the herd had passed, followed by a cloud of flying dnst. This ciond was peopled by cow boys who waved their hands to Hollis l as they went by him and shouted words of ironical consolation*or counsel. One of the men advised him to engage Spider as a riding teacher. Hollis was not pleased. He made this plain in his replies to the rongh jokes that were showered npon him. He was not at all the sort of person that conld enjoy joke when at his own expense. The herd reached the river and the yellow spray was flnng high in the air. Then they slowed and stopped, heaving to and fro. They were prevented from breaking down stream again by the cowboys, who stood ready to foil every snch attempt, and try as they might they conld not return—hnt not an inch forward wonld they stir. The river was rising fast, and more short handed than ever, now that Hollis was unhorsed, it was all that we conld do to hold them where they were. Far in the van of the herd stood Hollis’ pony, girth deep in the water. Hollis canght sight of him. Retarded by his cowboy boot heels, three inches high, Hollis walked laboriously through the deep, soft sand toward the herd that stood bunched together,- half in, half out of the stream. Going np to the nearest cow. Hollis pnt bis hands on her shoulders and vaulted neatly astride of her lean back, and before the. aston ished animal had time to remonstrate in any way he had swnng from her back to tbat of another which was standing' next to her. From this one he swung to a third, nntil at last he reached a part of the herd near the middle where the animals were so packed together that they were almost iucapable of move-: inent. Then he rose to bis feet and started to walk, stepping from one backbone to the next. It was a crazy thing to do. Once be fore I had seen a attempt to swing from back to back. ar.d it was a dan gerous feat enough. 'Inch a feat as Hollis was now clterapting was ten times as dangerou« Should he fall be tween the cattle they would close over his head and almost certainly .drown him. For some distance Hollis succeeded well enough. Each back winced as his foot prnoQfifl it, and the head belonging to the : ,ck would toss angrily. The heads were all pointing in one direc tion, and in order to avoid them Hollis passed diagonally across the herd in much the same manner that a boat heats to windward. He completed his first tack. With one foot on the back of a cow, the other pressing the spinal column of a vicions cream colored bail. Hollis tried to turn. The ball threw np his head and attempted to plunge. He was too closely confined to succeed in this, bnt he nnbalaneed Hollis, who, withdrawing his foot from the back of Ihe ball, placed it on the creature that stood directly behind him. tottered for an instant, then regained his balance and bronght his foot forward once more, replacing it on the bnll’s back. Jnst at this time Spider came galloping down the bank. Polling his horse almost on to its haunches, be stared in blank amazement. He wonld not have been more astonished, he told me afterward, if Hollis had appeared in the guise of an angel flyin-j. over the herd arid he conldn' think er nothin more nnlike- ly’n that. " Hollis saw Spider at the same mo ment. Once more he tried to turn, and this time he sncceeded As he did so his foot slipped. He made a conple of quick steps,to recover his balance. He more than recovered it. He threw it the other way and fell backward at fnll length between the cattle. Hollis' struggles to rise probably frightened the cattle even more than his fall had done. They heaved and surged frantically to clear themselves of their brirden, and in an instant had opened a space between them tbrongb which Hollis dropped with a screanf that I heard, distant us I was,-far above the. noise of the cattle and the shouting Then the space closed over his head. [TO BE CONTINUED.] An K|ii(Tcniic of Whooping Cough. Last winter dnring an epidemic of whooping cough my children contracted the disease, having severe eonghing spells. We had used Chamberlain’s Congb Remedy very successfully- for cronp and naturally turned to it at that time and found ii rt-liev-t-d the eongli and effected a complete c ire.—Jonii E. Cliffobd, Proprietor Norwood Honse. Norwood, N. Y. This remedy is.for sale by E. Bradford. 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