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14 The Old Hag's Long Leather Bag* By Seumas McManui. Author of "Through the Turf-Smoke,” "In Chimney Corner*," etc, (Copyright, 1900, by Seumas MacManus.) Once on a time, long, long ago. there was a wMow woman who had three daughter*. When their father died their mother thought they never would want, for he had left them a Jon* leather bag filled with gold and allver. But he waa not long dead when an old Hag dame begging to the house one day and stole the long leather bag filled with gold and silver, and went away out of the country with it, no one knew where. So from that day the widow woman and her three daughter* were poor, and she had a hard struggle to Hv and to bring up her daughters. But when they were grown up the eld est said one day: “Mother, I’m a young woman now. and It’* a shame for me to be here doing nothing to help you or myself. Bake me a bannock and cut me a callop till I go away to push my fortune.” The mother baked her a whole bannock CYVrft ’lr \\ A f -1% O here, horse of mine, did you see this maid of min*. acd asked her If she would have half of It with her blessing or the whole of it without. She said to give her the whole bannock without. So afae took it and went way. She told them If she was not back in a year and a day from that then they would know •he was doing well, and making her for tune^ She traveled away and away on before her, far further than I could tell you, and twice as far as you could tell me, until ah* came Into a strange country, and go ing up to a little house, she found an old Hag living In it. The Hag asked her where she was go ing. She said she was going to push her for tune. Said the Hag: "How would you like to stay here with me. for I want a girl?" "What will I have to do?" said she. "Tou'U have to wash me and dress me. nsßErao KoßSl®® BBB0E3E) /\fw>—-U- She struck her with a white rod and turned her Into a stona. end sweep the hearth clean, but on the peril of your life never look up the chim ney,” said the Hag. "All right,” she agreed to this. The next day when the Hag arose fhe washed her and dressed her, and when the Hag went out she swept the hearth clean and she thought it would be no harm to have one look up the chimney, and there what did she see but her own mother's long leather bag of gold and silver. So she took It down at once, and setting it on her back, started away for home as faet as she could run. But she had not gone far when she met • horse grazing In a field, and when he saw her he said: "Rub me! Rub me! for 1 haven’t been rubbed these seven years.” But she only struck him with a stick •he had In her hand and drove him out of her way. She did not go much further when she met a sheep, who atd: "O, (hear me! Shear me! for I haven't been sheared theae •even years.” But she struck the sheep, and sent It scurrying out of her way. She had not gone much further when she met a goat tethered, and he said: ”0, change my tether! Change my tether, for It hasn't been changed these seven years.” But she flung a stone at him and went on. Next she came to a llme-klln, and It said: "O, otean me! Clean me! for t haven't been cleaned these seven years." But she only scowled at it, and hurried on. After another bit she met a cow. and It said: ”0, milk me! Milk me! for I haven't been milked these seven years." She struck the cow 'out of her way and went on. Then she came to a mill The mill said: "O turn me! Turn me! for 1 haven't been turned these seven years.” But she did not heed what It said, only went In and lay down behind the mill door, with the bag under her head, for It was then night "When the Hag came Into her hut again and found the girl gone, she ran to the chimney and looked up to see if she had carried oft her bag. She got Into a great rage, and she started to run as fast as •he could after her. She had not gone far when she met the horse, and she said: “O, horse, hone of •**'* ■*** Ifh'l MS ihl* elf SytfttS ffRT 11 ► my tig with my tag, with my long leather bag, and all the gold and allver I have earned stnea I was a maid?” "Aye,” said the horse, ’it Is not long since she passed here.” So on she ran, and It was not long until she met the sheep, and said she: "Sheep, sheep of mine, did you eee this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag. with my long leather bag. and all the gold and allver I earned since I was a maid?" •Aye." said the sheep. "It Is not long since she passed here." So she goes on and It was not long be fore she met the goat, and said she: "Goal, goat of mine, did you see thl* maid of mine, with my tig. with my tag, with my long leather bag, and all the gold and silver I earned since I was a maid?” "Aye,” said the goat, "it is not long since she passed here." So she goes on, and It was not long be fore she met the llme-klln, and said she. she: "Lime-kiln, lime-kiln of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag, with my long leather bag. and all the gold and silver I earned since I was a maid?" "Aye.” said the lime-kiln. "It Is not long since she passed here.” So she goes on and it was not long be fore she met the cow, and said she, "Cow. cow of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig. with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since I was maid?” "Aye,” said the cow. "it is not long since she pasesd here.” So she goes on, and It was not long be fore she met the mill, and said she: "Mill, mil! of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag. with ray long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since I was maid?" And the mill said: "Yes, she is sleep ing behind the door.” She went In and struck her with a white rod and turned her Into a stone. She then took the bag of gold and sliver on her back and went away back home. A year and a day had gone by after the eldest daughter left home, and when they found she had not returned, the second daughter got up and she said: "My sister must be doing well and mak ing her fortune, and isn't it a shame for me to be aittlng here doing nothing, eith er to help you, mother, or myself. Bake me a bannock." said she, “and cut me a callop, till I go away to push my for tune.” The mother did this, and asked her would she have half the bannock with her blessing, or the whole bannock without. She said the whole bannock without, and she set off. Then she said: "If I am not back here in a year and a day, you may be sure that I am doing well and making my fortune, and then she went away. She traveled away and away on before her, far further than I could tell you, and twice aa far as you could tell me, un til she came Into a strange country, and going up to a little house, she found an old Hag living in It. The old Hag asked her where she was going. She said she wag going to push her fortune. Bald the Hog: "How would you like to stay here with me, for I want a girl?" “What will I hove to do?” says she. “You'll have to wash me and to dress me and to sweep the houst clean, and on the peril of your life never look up the chimney," said the Hag. “All right," she agreed to this. The next day when the Hag arose he washed her and dressed her, and when the Hag went out she swept the hearth, and she thought It would be no harm to have one look up the chimney, and there what did she see but her own mother's long leather bag of gold and sliver. So she took It down at once, and putllng It on her back, started away for home as fast as ehe could run. But she had not gone far when she met a horse grazing in a field, and when he saw her he said: ' Hub me, rub me, for I haven't been rubbed these seven years." But she only struck him with a stick she had in her hand and drove him out of her way. She did not go much further when she met the sheep, who said: "O, hear me, shear me, for I haven’t been sheared in seven years.” But she struck the sheep and sent It scurrying away out of her way. She had not gone much further when she met the gout tethered, and he said: “O, change my tether, change my tether, for It hasn’t been changed In seven years. But ehe flung a stone at him and went on. h •***> * * file kiln, and that setr: “O. (■•••• i THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, AUGUST 5. 1900. I haven’t been cleamd these seven years.” But sbe only scowled at It and hurried i on. Then she came to the cow and It said: “O, milk me, milk me. for I haven’t been milked these seven years.” She struck the oow out of her way and went on. Then she came to the mill. The mill said: "O. turn me, turn me, for I haven’t been turned these seven years.” But she did not heed what it said, only went in and laid down behind the mill door with the bag under her head, for it was then night. When the Hag came Into her hut again and found the girl gone, she ran to the chimney and looked up to see if she had carried off her bag. She got into a great rage, and she started to run as fast as she could after her. She had not gone far when she met the horse, and she said: "O, horse, horse of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig. with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since I was a maid?” "Aye,” said the horse, "It Is no* long since she passed here." So on she ran and It was not long un til she met the sheep, and said she: "Sheep of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig. with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since I was a maid?” “Aye.” said the sheep, “It Is not long since she passed here.” So she goes on, and 1* was not long be fore she met the goat, and said: "Goat, goat of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with with tig, with my tag, with my long leather hag of gold and silver I have earned since I was a maid?” "Aye," said ihe goat, “it is not long since she passed here.” So she goes on and i* was not long be V X\\s '>} AV''' V,..... ... The mother was now ever so glad to see them. fore she met the lime kiln, and said she: “Lime kiln, lime kiln of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag. with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since X was a maid?” “Aye,” said the lime kiln, "It is not long since she passed here.” s So she goes on, and It was not long before she met the cow, and says she: "Cow. cow of rnlhe, old you see this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since I was a maid? "Aye," said the cow, “it is not long since she passed here.” So she goes on and.lt was not long before she met the mill, and said she. “Mill, mill of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with ray tig, with my tag. with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since I was a maid.” And the mill said: "Yes,” she to sleep ing behind the door.” She went In and struck her with a white rod and turned her Into a stone. She then took the bag of gold and sil ver on her back and went back home. When the second daughter had been gone a year and a day, and she hadn t come back, the youngest daughter said: "My two sisters must be doing very well Indeed, and making great fortunes when they are not coming hack, and It's a shame for me to be sitting here doing nothing, either to help you, mother, or myself. Moke me a bannock and cut me a callop, till I go away and push my for tune. The mother did this and asked her would she have half the bannock with her blessing, or the whole bannock without? She said, "I will have half of the ban nock with your blessing, mother.” The mother gave her a blessing and half a bannock, and she set out. She traveled away and atvay on before her. far further than I could tell you and twice as far as you could tell me, until she came into a etrange country and going up to a little house, she found an old Hag living in it. * The Hag asked her where she was go ing. She said she was going to push her fortune. Said the Hag: "How would you like to stay here with me, for I want a girl?” "What will I have to do?” said she. “You'll have to wash me and dress me and to sweep the house clean, and on the peril of your life never look up the chim ney," said the Hag. "All right,” she agreed to this. The next day when the Hag arose, she washed her and dressed her, and when the Hag went out she swept the hearth, and she thought it would be no harm, to have one look up the chimney, and there, what did she Bee but her own mother’s long leather bag of gold and silver. So she took It down at once and getting It on her back, started away for home as fast as she could run. When she got to the horse, the horse said: "Rub me, rub me, for I haven’t been rubbed these seven years." “O poor horse, O poor horse," she said, "I'll surely do that.” And she laid down her bag and rubbed the horse. 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Oa. ! tethr. for It hasn't changred these seven years." “O poor goat. O poor goat." she said. | Til surely do itvat and she laid down the | bag and she changed the goat's tether. Then she went on til! phe met che lime kiln. The lime kiln said: "O clean me, clean me. for I haven’t been cleaned these j seven years." ' "O poor lime kiln. O poor lime kiln." | she ®a*d, "I*ll surely do that.” and nhe i la-id down the bag and cleaned the lime ! kiln. Then she went on and met the cow. The cow said: "O milk me. milk roe. for I haven't been milked these seven years." ! "O. poor cow. poor cow." she said. Til surely do that." and laid down the bag and milked the cow. At last she reached the mill. The mill said: * 0 turn me. O turn me, for I hav en't been turned these seven years." "O poor mill, O poor mill," she said. "I'll surely do that," and she turned the mill too. As night was on her. she went in and laid down behind the mill door to sleep. When the Hag came into her hut again and found the girl gone, she ran to the chimney to see if she had carried off her bag. 9he got into a great rage and start ed to run as fast a3 she could after her. She had not gone far until she came up to the horse and said: "O horse, horse of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig. with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since I was a maid?" The horse said: "Do you think T have nothing to do but only watch your maids for you? You may go somewhere else and look for Information." Then she came to the sheep. "O sheep, sheep of mine, have you seen this maid bf mine, with my tig, with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned since I was a maid?” The sheep said: "Do you think I have nothing to do only to watch your maids for you? You may go somewhere else and look for information.” Then she went on till she met the goat. "O, goat, goat of mine, have you seen this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag. with my long leather bag, filled with gold and silver I have earned since I was a maid?” The goat said: "T>o you think I have nothing to do only to watch your maids for you? You can go somewhere else and look for Information." Then she went on till she came to the lime kiln. "O, lime kiln of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earned slncte I was a maid ?" Said the lime kiln: "Do you think I But she flung a stone at him and went on. have nothing to do but only watch your maids for you? You may go somewhere else to look for Information.” Next she met the cow. "O, cow, cow of mine, have you seen this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earn ed since I was a maid?" The cow said: "Do you think I have nothing to do only to watch your maids for you? You may go somewhere else and look for Information.” Then she got to the mill. "0, mill, mill of mine, did you see this maid of mine, with my tig, with my tag, with my long leather bag of gold and silver I have earn ed alnce X was a maid?" The mill said: “Come nearer and wtys per to me.” She goes nearer to whisper to the mill and the mill drags her under the wheels and grinds her up. The old Hag had dropped the white rod out of her hand and the mill told the young girl to take this white rod and strike two stones behind the mill door. She did that and her two sisters stood up. She hoisted the leather bag on her back, and the three of them set out and traveled away and away till they reached home. The mother had been crying all the time while they were away, and was now ever so glad to see them, and rich and happy they lived ever after. ••It Was lot and 1 told but Or.” From tlio London Mall. During a dull interval after dinner the other day one of the guests among a par ty of men maintained that he could give a simple little sentence which at first glance seemed absolute y unintelligible, but upon the addition ol a <omnia and the emphasis of two words would at once be come as cleat’ as the sky. As every gen tleman pies nt hod sporting blood In his veins, the bt was at once taken up. The challenger th n wrote the following on a piece of paper and passed it around. "It was not aud 1 said but or.” The tusk was to punctuate this s-n --lance ar.d emphasize the words hi such a manner ar to make It read Intelligibly. A half hour was given for the task. When the hall hour was up not a per son In the company was able to write the s nt<nc at it should be written, and many expressed doubts that It could be made Intelligible at all. The young man who had drafted tho sentence with a few strokes of his pencil made It lo* k like tills: "It was not ‘and’ I said, but 'or.' " And ns he took the money some of th* others wondered why they had not seen It before, while a few even could not see It then. Buck Bill's Burying. The Old Corporal Spin* a Yarn of Old Time*. (Copyright. 1900, by P. Y. Black.) "Ye’re the most extrorny fitture of the campaign,” the old corporal said with placid admiration. ”1 loves daisies, an' ye're one of the prettiest spesbmens I know, so ye are. You ought to be dead, by all right*. Both legs gone. Man. ye're In great luck. Ye’re worth $72 a month forevermore. But what tickles me is ye didn’t die. an' I bet on yer dyln'. Ye’re tough, my joker. Ye ought to have died. Ye’re the most extroony fitture or the campaign." The corporal and the recruit were sit ting by the. bedside of a wounded soldier in camp near Santiago. The man on the cot was deathly pale from loss of blood, but the Immense vitality which had en abled him to survive the loss, by a shell, of both legs above the knee, now permit ted him to be cheerful and hopeful. "Seventy-two a month pension will be a picnic,” said he, with a laugh. “Won der if they’ll give me fake legs like that one Amos Chapman rode about with at Fort Supply In the nation. Gee! Corp. wait till I hobble down to. the parade an’ see you fellers sweating at the double time with old Daddy Weiss hollerin' at you. 'Mind the distance, you there! Sergeant, see that that man has an hour’s extra drill! Keep your hands up! You’re like a lot of sailormen!' An’ I’ll sit by and laugh at you! Wow. won't I laugh!” The corporal grirmed, but the recruit looked piteous and sorrowful. “Would—wouldn't you rather have your legs?" he asked w-onderlngly. "O, I dunno,” the crippled soldier re plied. “I never had no trade nor eddica lion. S'posin' I'd kept my legs. I'd never 'ave been nothin’ but a big buck private anyway, and died or been shot In line of ; duty. Now I’m fixed for life an’ I’ll get j around, never fret.” “It’s so,” said the corporal reflectively. The earth parted and out came Bill from thedead. "An’ not bein’ a responsible charakter, ys might have been bobtailed and gone on the bum, having as you say no trade an’ too old to larn. Ye’re in luck. But I bet ye'd die. By rights, because the doctor said it, ye ought to have died.” "The worst of it,” said the convalescent, “is the pain In my toes.” “Y'our toes?” cried the recruit. "They always feels It.” said the cor poral, "more or less. It depends on how they burled your legs. I’ll look yours up, and have them burled right. There was old Mahoney, who went railroading, and got smashed up by an engine, with his leg cut off. He suffered terrible from his toes, an’ his son had the buryln’ ol’ the leg. ‘lt’s burled proper, dad,’ says he, but the old man doubted it an’ got a friend to look It up. Sure enough, the boy had just put it in the ground, and the earth was pressing hard and heavy down on it. Ma honey’s friend put it in a box where it had room, an’ the pain left Mahoney. ‘I knew,’ aays he. ‘the boy hadn't buried It proper; it hurt so.’ ” The recruit laughed, but the cripple said, anxiously: “Look mine up. Corp will you? I’m thlnkin' mine ain’t put atvay right.” "Ye’re tough,” said the corporal, harp ing on the subject of the soldier’s vitality. "Most fellers would have died. Some fellers is mighty hard to kill. There is Buck BUI. He’s with the Twenty-second now. I mind when we blew taps over his grave down on the Washita.” “How?” said the recruit. ”1 thought you said he is with the Twenty-second doughboys?” "All’ so he I*. I'll tell you how It was. See, In them days, the boys was havin' hot times with the Comanche 9 and the Kiotvas down in the old Southwestern frontier. It was in them times when I was enjoying myself like a rookie for fair, and all things was new to me and I never thought but what I’d wind up os a major anyhow. Like him there. You ain’t so old as me, but you know how It is.” The convalescent nodded grimly. He wore two service stripes on his sleeye. The recruit looked dreamily out of the farther door of the hospital tent. He was very young, and—some day there might be a war worth calling a war, not a campaign. He had hopes. “We are all bucks, of course," the cor poral went on, “but this feller Bill was called Buck Bill poor—purr—there’s a foreign word, rookie?” "Par example?” the recruit suggested timidly. "Right. I guess. In matters of the United States language, I don't take no corrections from no one, but In foreign talk, my rookie, you may know more'n me. He was Buck Bill always. He had the most extrorny bumps behind his ears. A frennlgist—” "A phrenologist?" the rookia meekly Inquired. "That ain’t a foreign word." said the old corporol, angrily. "It's good United States, and it goes, see? I eald a fren nlglst, ain't that right?” The convalescent nodded and the re cruit was humbled. "This here frennlgist felt onct of Bill's head and drawed a paper of It. Says he to Bill, ho ways. you’ve the most amazing bump of vitality I ever seed ' he says. Them tvas the bumps behind Buck Bill's ears he meant, see? Mino ain't remarkable, but I guess yourn arc." The patient felt behind his ears and opened hi* eyes wide. "By gee!" he sold. “You're right, Corp; I've got 'em big ” "Thought so," said the corporal, “or you'd never have pulled through this rastle. Outs* you'd give the yeiler fever Itself a hot time to down you.” The racrult fel* at the back of his ears Ivith alarm. "I fancy," he said thoughtfully, "that It wouldn't pay me to have both legs cut oft " "Well, sir," the corporal said. "Buck Bill was n thing It was the hardest of hard to kill. He got cut up by a cowboy In Cheyenne and lived. In the hospital he broke out on a bitter cold night, got drunk, caught cold, got eerrlesipples— shut up, rookie, that's United Slates, too —and (ha doctors gave him up. but he lived through. He was ahot in the atom aeh by a Piute and lived through. His horse put Its foot in a gopher hole and rolled on him. and hie saddle crushed four ribs and a collar bone, and dislocated his liver, but he lived through. He had moun tain fever and pneumonia and a touch of smallpox all in one year, but hs lived through. When we was swimming horses across the Platte for drill, he was kicked by bis horse and was under water for ten minutes, but he lived through. Says the colonel, ha says: ‘Of all the buck soldiers in my coalman,' says he. ‘Bill Is the toughest buck,' he says. 'He'd buck up against the bubonic plague.’ he says, 'and live through.' So we called him Buck Bill. “Well, we was down on the Washita, as I was a-savln’ an' old Phil Sheridan an' Custer was there, an' things was merry—very, very merry. Thlnkln' back, them here Spaniards ain’t In It with In juns for puttin’ up a hot fight—not the Injuns of the old days. No, sorree, Buck Bill was enjyin’ of himself to beat poker, so he was, an' In the thick of It ev'ry time. The old troop was out by itself un der orders from Phil to scout along ihe border. Daddy liked that. Daddy was happiest when he hadn't no reports to turn in every mornin’, but was free to do as he liked. The Comanche* was thick about us, flghtin' foot an' flghtln' horse, and I'm durned If the squaws an’ pa pooses weren’t puttin’ In good licks, too, so they was. There was *he night charge on a village with snow a foot deep an' freelin' hard. 'Twas before your time. I got ah arrow from a papoose that night myself right in the shoulder. There’s devils and devils, but them was devils. "It was one clay the old troop was caught slick when we never thought there was a Comanche or a Kiowa within ten miles of us. ‘Twasn't on ambush, 'zact ly, for Daddy saw it in time, but it gave us the chills for an hour or two. There was a creek, see? an’ w-e was going to camp near the headwaters of that creek, we was. It was getting toward sundown, and we was tired. Where the beggars came from don’t ask me, but all at once It looked as if the troop was surrounded. Gee, they came. We fought and we fought, skirmish line, mount and charge, dismount, skirmish line, commence firing, rally by company,' to the rear, gallop— O, say. It was hot, and, by gum, we re treated, we did. 'Twas a fine moonlight night, and the moon was up when the sun went down. We was dead tired af ter a long march and no time for chuck, and by 8 o’clock we was nigh beat. Cur’- ous for Injuns, they kept on fighting af ter dark, for It was a fine moonlight night, see? There W'as a bit of a hill with scrub bushes on it back of the creek, and Daddy—he did it fine, too, retreated to that hill, where we might hold the red devils off until Phil could come up. “We couldn’t get there at onct, though. The Injuns saw what Daddy was after, and they got there before we did. Well, we was fighting down on the creek side and Buck Bill, he went and got killed, and, worse’n that—he’d dropped off his horse, bein’ wounded—he got scalped. Bill was allright, he was, an’ we liked him, we did. When we tumbled to what he’d got, we got mad, and Daddy was mad, too. We charged an’ scattered the black guards for a time, and we got Bill’s body before they had time to mutilate It, save the scalping. We liked Bill, we did, and Daddy liked him. He was a fine build of a man. The troop held the position. Hot shooting It was, and we dug a grave and we buried Bill to save him from mu tilation. We blew taps over him, too, and all the time the Injure were tearing around on their ponies, shooting in on us like mad. Being so, we hadn’t time to dig the grave very deep, but we put BUI under all according to the rules and regu lations and Revised Statutes. We was sorry and we was mad, for Bill was a fine build of a man and played a good game at poker. “We’eM, we had to hurry up a bit, and then we retreated In good shape, got over the creek, cleared out the Injuns from the hill—lively, that was—and had time to think what we was doing. We threw up a few bits of rifle pits, and got a bite to eat. Mind you. all the night the Co manches were circling round the hill, and putting in a good, steady fire. It looked almighty rough for us, for there was no chance to send out a runner with word to Phil. So, when It was near morning. Daddy spoke up. ’Bovs,’ eavs he, ’we’re trapped,’ says he. ’There’s no way to get help sent to us. So,’ says he, ’as them devils are all about us, and we’re short of chuck and water and ammunition,’ he says—not Just like that, but them was his meanings—he says, ’l’m going to cut my way out. Is It right?’ he says. "Right It was. It was our only chance, for we were completely surrounded, and what he said about the ammunition was correct. We had Fred Colville wllh us, the bugler—you’ve heard of him. He’d played taps over Buck Bill when we bur led him. There was no use In laying low. We didn’t care how much row we made. Fred up and gives a roaring call, full blast and to hell with the rest. Boots and saddles! Yup! I never got my fingers twitching nt a call as I did that time. Up we went Into the saddles, revolvers at the carry, carbines loose In the boo's, and faced the reds. I never thought I'd live through It, but all I was mad about was to empty them six chambers Into the Cctnanches that were thick about us. They saw what we were up to. Trust them. They're cute. The beggars got together on the only road we could take to find the command, and waited. Give me a Comanche for a square fight. They form ed up In the gray of the morning to meet us, and says I to myself, says I, It's a massacre, so It Is, for they were about five to our one. ‘Boys,’ says Daddy, cool as ieeehests, 'you see,' he says, ‘l’m go ing to charge in column of fours,' he says, ’and cut. through. Loik out for your selves, and luck to us all. Trumpeter,’ he says, ’sound (he boots and saddles again. It’s a dandy,' he says. ’lt’s a good deft.’ he says. "And at that Fred Upped the bugle, and it went to rouse the land. You'd have thought they'd have heard It at Washington. Whoopee! •' ’Again,’ yells Daddy, for he seen it put blood Into us, an’ seemed to scare the reds. "Fred let her go again, and I was look ing at the other side of the creek where we’d burled Buck BUI, between where the Injuns were and the water. I guess I cried out, lor Daddy howled at me: U^CLIM^EI^ y MAKES NO DIFFERENCE X/ r LIEBIG 1\ __ COMPANY'S EXTRACT __ OF BEEF. IT KEEPJ ITT/TRENCTH , I ar\d FLAVOR in GREENLAND / Y A/ UNDER, THE EQUATOR > TMrELERS DO YOt \£*£ M vTEE THE POINT? “ 'What’s the matter with you? Are you crazy?’ “ 'Twas enough to make a man crazy. The little mound of gravel over Buck Bill was heaving. Bill was coming out of hie grave. I yelled out. but the old man waa giving his commands. •' 'Trot,' says he. ‘Gallop!’ sayß he. ■Charge!' says he, and at the word ‘charge’ Fred let out a yell from that old bugle that would scare Madrid. The In juns were excited and looking for us and ready for us, and we didn't have much chance, but that call waked Buck Bill for fair. Right between us his grave was, and the mound heaved and the eartn parted, and out came Bill from the dead. He staggered .a bit facing the Indians, and we were coming down across the creek pistols cocked, full charge. Ha never looked at us. He faced the reds. Man, they were scared. 'Charge!' yells Bill, and goes for them just as he was, in the shirt end drawers we had buried him in. 'Charge!' he yells, and we howled, and begob I was like the Injuns; I thought It was a ghost! They cleared out; they scattered; they thought he wa* a spirit. We cut after Bill, but he whip ped them Comanches himself. I guess It took the blood out of them to see dead men rising out of their graves to fight them. "i forgot to tell you, you see, but maybe you’ve guessed It. Buck Bill wasn't dead at all. He was scalped and senseless all right, but only stunned like. and It was lucky we hadn't time to bury him deep.” The corporal paused. “I guess,” he said, rising, “the nurse’ll be kickin’ us out if we don’t go of our selves. Say, you're like Buck BUI; you’ve got the bump of vitality strong. You’ve lived through this without a bugle call to rouse you, either. But I betted you’d die. By rights you ought to have died.” umim. 125 Gonoress St, tel. 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