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THE WINDS These many days the winds have been at rlav ' ' And ithev have swept the sky ' dlStU ibdt'ho terous wav . And marred Xir revelry! :. ' ' - Tt7;u -nrilA AaKttht . fhv ivf- as on thCV ' sweep - - Across the trembling deep. They lash the sleeping ocean into foam, - They strip the tossing trees, They rudely drive belated wanderers home, They tear across the leas. No rest for them from dawn to evensong Their mirth is loud and long! I? An IlwlAH o G!et91Gtetes By Franklin Welles Calkin?. Y friend, Carl . v on u-ps. was, in his younger days, a rider for the pony express. He -rode between Big rJ O'Fnllon's stations on the Patte River. It was dangerous ground, "the common hunting-ground of the Sioux, Cheyennes, Pawnees, Arapahoes, and several other hostile tribes.. ' r- One afternoon in the late -jfall his trail was obliterated by the tramping and the dust of north-moving herds of 'bison. He passed ; several J hunting parties of Indians In the distance, but they were not strong enough or were too busy with their hunting, to attack, and Carl escaped the . usual, perilous chase to be expected when ever Indians were encountered. , The messenger was making his way by his sense of direction through be--fogging dust clouds, when his pony shied at a limp and battered Indian, attempting to get to his feet in front of ,it. This wounded hunter was a young Sioux, with a broken shoulder and other injuries got in a mishap of. the chase. For a moment the express : rider hesitated. His duty to the company and the knowledge that the injured man's tribesmen would, sooner or later, return to look for him, were balanced against the possibility of his death or further injury under the hoofs of the tramping herds. . But seeing that the wounded hunter could not rise to his feet, Carfs decision was quickly made, and the deadly enemy was picked up and given much to his astonishment, doubtless a seat behind the messen ger's saddle. Carl was but a few minutes "behind his scheduled time at O'Fallon's, where the Indian was grumblingly taken in and fed and cared for until he recovered. Little was learned from the taciturn Sioux except that his Dakota name was, translated. Bear Bonnet. Some months later, long after the hunter had returned to his ; people, Carl was swinging forward toward v O'Fallon's when an Indian rider ap peared, coming out of a bluff coulee to meet him on the pony trail. The messenger eyed the Indian's advance with suspicion, and hitched a. pistol holster forward. Then as the red man drew near, . with a sign 'of friendliness, Carl recognized i Boar Bonnet. . :.i . "How-how?" shouted the messenger. motioning the Sioux to wheel and ride alongside. But Bear Bonnet ' Ihalted and waved his arms up and i down with an emphatic motion, signifying, in the sign language, ."Halt Ithere! Trouble ahead!'? . I The messenger drew rein, and there passed ' a rapid " colluquy, mostly !in the sign manual, between the Jriders. Carl learned that his situation, was one of extreme peril. Bands of i Sioux coming on to cross the river, wre stretched out for. a mile or two parfrl lel with his trail, and some of Jthem were just beyond the river ; bluffs. 'Already he was half -surrounded upon his left, and theiver, f ull in the, spring flood, was roaring upon his right ') Bear Bonnet urged - him to turn at once to the river, not to attempt cross ing, but to : sink saddle and blankets, and then go into"hiding upon one of the willow-fringed islands not far from' shore. . V; ''; ,' ." . The Indian said he would swam the messenger's pony across the river him self, and would return the animal to its owner when the danger had passed. 1 . :"Heap Ogalallas," said Bear Bonnet "Come so come colo, git!" .;. : so come so! Ho, Carl, scanning the bluffs,, now noted a faint veil of dust above the high lands in front. His danger was immi nent, but his duty 'to his company and xo xne man service was above the consideration of personal safety, He must, as heretofore, "ride it out? at all hazards. The ; young messenger felt grateful to the Sioux for having ridden, ahead of his, fellows to warn, him of dancer. But to Sear Bonnet's urgent counsel ne snook his head in smiling nefgative. and slipping to the ground, tightened his saddle cinches. The Indian followed suit. Then, to Carl's surprise the fcioux; - mounted .upon a swift odv, AT PLAY. In ruined woods high carnival they hold; - ' The dry leaves pirouette. A giddy whirl of dl V Whilst -down the rivulet, . Full to ,the brim, the russet spoils.and :) , red Are to the; ocean' sped. ; ' 4. The golden elms to one another bend, The revels wax apace, - , A The forest seems to dance from end 4o end, I - The beeches interlace! ' , . , And for the orchestra to this mad crowd The winds are piping loud. F. B. Doveton, in Westrai estrainster Gazette. yii s n n luxury ?k rode at his side and between himself and the bluffs. Soon there were other Sioux to en gage Carl's attention. The swarm com ing toward the river "were Ogalallas, fierce fighters, and the most implacable hostiles. The messenger rode swiftly, but at first held his horse in careful reserve, noting with shrewd eyes, as he scanned the bluffs, the approach of trailing dust clouds. In the speed, cleverness and endurance of his trained racer lay all his hope to reach O'Fal lon's with the mail bags. Some minutes before the first big party of Sioux rode into the valley the express rider saw that he had the race of his life before him. Presently, ' as ,dust overhung the near bluffs in front of him, he let his pony go at top speed. Yet he was hardly abreast of the swarm of wild riders when the bluff coulees emptied in long, ant-like .files upon the river-flats. The Indians seemed not to notice him at first; they must have thought thai two of their own riders were scurrying along before them. Carl now noted that Bear Bonnet was no longer rid ing with him neck to neck. The Sioux had dropped a hundred yards or so to the rear. ' The messenger gave his pony an ap proving slap upon its neck. If Bear Bonnet's buckskin, with the legs of a coyote, couldn't keep the pace, he thought, his own more heavily weight ed animal must be superior to the In dian stock. ' - - He made the most of the precious moment when the Ogalallas seemed to be considering his identity. Then the Indians recognized him as a white rider, probably fleeing from the cour ageous Dakota in the rear, and with tremendous enthusiasm fudging from the noise they made launched their ponies in pursuit. The washout canons of Pony Creek were six miles away. He knew the intricate- windings of those canon-cuts, and if he could reach them far enough in advance, there was some chance to dodge his pursuers there. He leaned well forward, and his "Spanish tick lers" sought his pony's flanks. The response was running which resembled the skimming rush of a frightened antelope.1 Across two miles of space, in that clear atmosphere, he heard the whoops of the Sioux. A pro cession of sage-bushes flitted by as if blown by the wind. Presently the fly ing rider looked behind to see what had become of Bear Bonnet. With some surprise he noted that his first and casual judgment of the Indian's clean limbed buckskin had been after all correct. Bear Bonnet was not losing ground, but to what end was the In dian thus giving chase? Apparently tho young Sioux had thought it necessary, for his own safe ty,, perhaps, to change' his tacfics, to seem to be taking a very earnest part in the chase. The express rider could easily perceive that it might become necessary for Bear Bonnet to show a hostile hand in downright earnest. Very well, let him take care of himself, if need be, but not come too near! Carl took a revolver from' his holster and twirled the cylinder to see that its six percussion-caps were in their places. ' In the meantime "the string of low lying riders was stretched for half mile on the j messenger's left :; There were more than a hundred in pursuit, according to the messenger's judgment, and a large' squad of the foremost were certainly riding ponies as fleet as his own. '- , Ahead of him, three mjles away, the bluffs met the river; a mile be yona tneir rise lay; the washouts of Pony Creek; and still a mile and a half beyond the creek his trail descended to the; stage station in the valley of - the Platte. ; - : , v Carl's pony had already Imade a sharp gallop of six miles when the, Sioux had appeared;-and. the -animal" was, moreover, weighted with mail bags and a heavier saddle than the In dians used. Despite this handicap, the messenger swept across the flat val ley to the foot of the abridging bluffs, keeping- nearly 'even pace ..with the Sioux. . ;.; , i Buf their lines were surely . converg ing upon his trail, and a score of their swiftest riders were now scurrvinc un the hill slope bvrt a quarter Anile or. so nnon-hisMeft. If it were not for the fact that ' the pony '. express trail bore "to .the right, at the level of . the nign laai'ds,' Carl, would now have lurneu to, the. river for, the slender chance of escape by swimming across. , ' . : , j , His horse had made a splendid rup, but was" plainly giving out. Carl cas't a backward, glance, Bear Bonnet was within fifty paces, and was easily iioim- hope now was that he might reach the Ponv Creek canons ; in time to gain a cover from which he might stand off the Indians uutil help should possibly arrivea hope slender" enough at best. it th IpvpI nf tim bluff the foremost gioux were swiftly bearing in Upon lis trail. Under his legs Carl could f e el the sharp 'heaving of his pony's flanks. The animal wass steaming wet, abd panting like a wolf rim to earth. Cirl only wondered that the gallant bay had not dropped in that terrible strain ing up the bluff. Again the express rider looked be hind him. Bear Bonnetnvas now in close chase, not more. than thirty paces awayl Even as Carl looked, the youag Sioux unstrung his bow and fitted an arrow to the string. Wonderlngly, the messenger swung the muzzle of his pistol - to Tear. But his quick eyes noted the arrow of his pursuer; it passed to his right at so wide an anle that he gave an involuntary hoot of derision. The Indians upon his left noted the shot, and yelled encourage ment to their fellow. Acrain. as Carl was about to fire upon him, Bear Bonnet let fly, an arrow, aAd it nassed. like the former, far uoon the messenger's right. Instantly tie flying horseman divined that thoe bow shafts were launched with no hostile purpose. Bear Bonnet wanted him to turn to the right to ride to the mouth of Pony Creek! There, the express rider knew, were an old buffalo ford and a trail which came in at the mouth of the main canon, and so passed by easy stagejs along the river bluff toward the stagie station. The route was at least as near as the pony trail, but the ditch like canon was so steep that its des cent would test the courage of any rider less than reckless. Jittle difference need the dangep .... i make to him at that moment! Hp turned his flagging horse toward the mouth of Pony Creek. And now he leaned forward and spurred the animal to a last desperate burst of speed, a final heroic effort to gain, fightin cover. The crowd of Sioux, now fast gain ing upon hi exhausted mount, yelled their triumph, which shrilled upon his ears and set all his nerves a-tinglel Would they follow him over the pre cipitous earth-banks of the canon? Ardently he hoped so. At least some of their necks might be broken as well as his own. He now lay fiat upon his pony's back and neck, and the trained animal uu- derstandinsr the necessitv. straint'd W V . T-T every muscle in a last rare spurt of running, uarl did not again look be hind until his reeling beast was hurled headlong into the vast ditch of Poni' Creek. ; Bruised and dizzy, the fallen rider picked himself up, to see his gallant pony lying, heels up and stone dead, in tne oottom or a dry run. The mall bags had been torn from their saddle fastenings and lay at the edge of .the ditch. - ' .r In the same instant he saw Bear Bonnet's buckskin, with doubletl haunches plow like a hurled projectilie down" the nearest slope; saw, with" his brain in a whirling maze, the young Sioux leap from his saddle, thrust a lead rope at him, and then swung his loosened mail-bags upon the steaming pony's back. At touch of the mail- sacks, Carl recovered presence of mind, remembering suddenly his peril! ank the necessity for action. In an incred ibly brief space of time he was mount ed and off again. : ;;.;. . , - As he fled down the canon, the ex press rider looked back to see Bear Bonnet break his bow and fling in -self face downward upon the bank of a ditch, . where he lay .as if stunned by a fall from his horse. Cunning and Ipyal young Sioux he had paid a debt of gratitude at 41 f earf nl risk to i himj- self ! ' .1 The messenger's new mount jumpe ditches and washout holes in perilous and quick succession. . And now a se ries of astonished screeches broke ou ; above the head and to the rear, and the bullets and arrows of his pursuers! knocked up spurts of dust upon tho embankments as he flitted 'by them . Nor did the Ogalallas fail in daring . They thundered over the steeps anc into the canon in a yelling rout. But in a twinkling Carl had dodgec behind a projecting spur and. turned his scudding mount upon the old buffalo trail. .With each touch of the spur the express rider felt a growing confidence; and in a minute or xtwo o running he knew that he had under him a pony as fresh and swift as thai of any wild rider in the chase. ? In point of fact the' Indians did not chase him much beyond the mouth '-oi Pony Creek. In five minutes or lessj after leaving the canon and 'much! ahead of his scheduled - minute he drew rein at O'Fallon's. - , . " j ' When' the story was told to the boss of the station and his men, they said that something handsome should be done to reward that "Sam Patch. of a Sioux." They held his pony, at the station, hoping that Bear - Bonnet, fhr it: if his tribes- men did not kill him. Then as the buck-" skin disappeared rtrom fine cuiuyuii a herd one night and no others were taken, they knew tha the bl-ave young Sioux was alive, but would not come to claim a reward. Youth's Companion. DEATH OF A ROYAL ANT. fMr Fourteen Year She Was Cared For i ! . by Sir John" L.ubbock. ': Sir John Lubbock, the distinguished naturalist, succeeded in preserving two ant queens of Formica Fusca to a great age, , one of these having reached the vast antiquity of over fourteen years. Her longevity was due: to the careful projection extended by Sir John and his attendants; for it is true of emmet herds, as well as domestic animals, that they thrive under" hunian protection. As I greeted Sir John one morning, in response to an invitation to breakfast with him and some of jhis friends, I in quired at once about the health of his , ancient queen, writes fDr. H. 1 C Mc- Cook. -CV-'; ' !.";:-.i--;';v:'.,V "Alas! doctor," he replied, "I have sad news. My old queen is dead." - 'Dead?" I exclaimed; "that is sal news, indeed. When did she die?" "Only last night," was the response, "and I have not yet told even my wife about it, for "I dare sajj she will feel as badly over, the loss as I do." J Perhaps this may seem trivial to the ordinary lay mind; but to Sir John and to the writer it was a' matter of some moment, for it ended jone of the most interesting experiments as to the pro longed life of invertebrate creatures that the world has ever known. "May I see the queen?" I asked. "Yes; she is just here in the adjoin ing room." Turning aside from jthe waiting com pany of eminent persons who were to sit with us at breakfast, we went to ; see the dead queen. She was in one of the chambers or open spaces exca vated by the workers within one of the artificial formicaries j which Sir John had provided.' She jay on 'her back, with her six legs turned upward, and bent in the rigor of j death. A crowd of workers surroundeel lier. Some were licking her, as though iii loving care of her toilet. One woulid liip an antenna, another a leg, and thus; by various so licitations they sought to arouse her. It was curious, and jtouchiiig as well, to watch their methods of expressing their manifest emotion. ' - "They have not yet " accepted the fact," said Sir John, ("that their queen is really dead. Indeed, I doubt if they are fully persuaded tliereof. They have been surrounding herj and trying to( get some response from her ever since she died." And thus it was still when we left the royal death room. New York Independent. j 1 Tlio King: of Italy and the Peasant. k Here is a little story about the young King of Italy which is being printed in the Italian papers, and which Is worth reproducing.1 1 The King was staying in the country at his palace in Itaccorrigi. He is little known to the people there for; in his walks about the neighborhood he always strive to preserve his incognito. Hence cornea some curious adventures. Onco while out tramping, he got very thirsty, and seeing a woman milking a cowl in a field near by, he went up to her and asked her for a glass of milk. j . ' V 5 "I can't give you any of this," said the woman, "but if; you'll mind Jthe' cow I'll go to the house and get you some." , So the King minded the cow till the woman returned! with a glass of cool milk. Then he asked her -where all the farm-hands had gone. " 1 "Oh, they're always running away now to try to see the! King," answered the woman. "And why do you not go? Don't you. want to see the King?" : r . "Someflne must stay and look after things."' i "Well, little mother,? smiled the guest, "You see the ( King 'without running1 away -from your work." - t ."You're joking,"; exclaimed the wo man, . who could not ; believe ' that a monarch could be so: quietly, dressed. But when the King j put a gold coin into her hand she fell I on her knees, while he continued his walk, laughing over the' incident-Woman's Home Companion. ! 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