Judge — April 19, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE 23 A CRISIS IN COLORADO. THE sun was just rising over the snow-derbied peaks of the Sangre de Cristo—not so much because it found any profit in attending to business in that part of the country as because of a fixed habit of rising about daybreak. There was nothing unusual about this sunrise; nor yet about the other matutinal ryes which Wide-awake Hank was at the same moment assimilating as an orb-aperient. Not that Hank needed an eye-opener, either. The Utes, in a moment of mirth and: abstraction, had eloped with his eyelids, so that he now slept with both eyes open—whence his sobriquet. It was mere force of habit with Hank also—and he was easily forced. Having thus turned their rise in opposite directions, the two full orbs fell to work— the sun to scatter its rays and Hank to raise his scattered traps. Slinging his steel-trusty WHAT SHE DID NOT SAY: rifle across his shoulder and hitching up his buckskin breeches, the bold hunter toiled up G4] WISH to tell yoy” ae Semty ss, ss rocky efi ati Wagon creek, rapidly acquiring pants that were not buckskin, and the “Yes, once for all”—here she caught his eye— OMY Ditch to whic! “When faith is ended:and hope is dead"— was in his lungs. She looked as if she would like to cry. “ Cain’ Hoe no rag on this yer luck,” grunted ‘That dream is over. You needn't speak, Hank, deftly ex- ‘The bitter truth you must know at last ; tracting his third Oh! I will be strong though I have been weak. Gemine from the “But now that you plainly understand second trap and Her soft voice faltered, he drew more near— buttoning its head “T need say no more"—here he caught her hand, through a button- And the word he murmured was simply ‘ Dear hole ‘of his duck “Whatever of love—but that time is past, coat. And in truth And then, as a loving woman should, there was no cause She wept on his heart in the old sweet way, And she said no more, but he understood, forgcom plalnt ‘Ah! better far, what she did nof say. Despite the circum- MapELine & eRioces, ambient winter, ev- ery trap had experi- enced an early spring, and Hank felt fully justified in removing their furs. On, on up the frozen slope he strode, slightly daunted by the half-dozen bears and numerous smaller game now pendent from the various angles of his anatomy, but buoyed up by a strong will and two liberal legacies. So the day wore on. The sun was just going down as Hank hastily pried st trap—bound not to let the sun get ahead of the old man on the set- and started for his little ‘dobe-chinked cabin on the Trincheras, running down the steep trail like a village gossip. But alas for the sturdy trapper! He had waited too long and was now traveling on the time of a special landslide which was running wild on the same track, Suddenly the ground trembled and a terrific roar filled his ears, after ON TOP OF THE HEAP. which contract the slide had to forego the pleasure of roaring the rest of its Kiuuutey—"0i had't’ do it, Garry.” course. Hank was hurled violently to the earth, his hands clutching the rifle Do phwat ?” above his head. A seventeen-ton bowlder took up a homestead in his midst and K 11. s—" You poows Olay date?” ¢ ad t’ kim down t' an ear-thrumpet ; but upon his Oi hov th’ distinction av ownin’ th’ biggest wan in th’ war-rd." liver. The sudden attachment of his abdomen for his spine reminded hint grimly of the time he was snowed up in the Greenhorns for sixteen days without a morsel. It was a crisis wherein the boldest might despair; but Hank had other matters too pressing to waste time, . Brushing the death-dew from his forehead and discard- ing the rattle in his throat, he reached down into his boot and drew forth a phial of snowy globules. It was his supply of Muggins’s big bile pilis. (I fear there is a discrepancy about our hero's reaching down through that thirty-four thou- sand pounds of porphyry, but you must seek your redress from the proprietors of M.B.B. P.—I merely give the facts as they were stated to me.] A hasty gulp and the dying man’s eyes brightened. His liver reasserted itself, and the cowed bowlder slunk away to its lair while Hank hastened home to write an article on his miraculous escape for the leading magazines, It has satis- fied the captious editorial critics and may be found in all of them—the magazines, not the critics—third page from the back cover. trespassed cy Lomas, A UNANIMOUS ARRIVAL. s+ WELL, I got there!” exclaimed Jaysmith, announcing a recent success. “Yes; with all four feet,” replied Cumso. A NEW READING. 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