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\ Vol. IL. Single Number. - Yellowstone Jack; Trappers of the Enchanted Ground, BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, CHAPTER I. THE POUDEREE. “*Tt’s no use—in less’n three shakes we'll ketch it, hot an’ heavy!” “But, Harris, we must reach the shelter of the rocks. Look yonder—’tis a hurricane! It will be death to meet it here, unprotected. Look beyond the point—see! the trees uprooted, the very rocks carried like feathers before the blast! there—it’s life or death now, boys!”’ ‘* Mules is poor critters to buck ag’inst the wind in a race, boss—but hev it so, though I ’vise ye to turn the critters head in, like a corral, sorter. Thar’ll be if ~ Se = —_ | itt | S ~ Hy ' hh ent ON oer Ts i N | Nh Bia! il ———7 } — ‘“wrvkE STRUCK A FAT STREAK I On—whip up ,; —=>.. —— =\ \\ Sy HIN ay a at a a i el dS Copyrighted in 1877, by BEADLE AND ADAMS. No. 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. fust lick—they’ll stampede, shore!”’ “Too late—we haven't time—our only chance is | the rocks yonder. Maynard—look to the democrat —push on ahead and save the girls—quick !”’ Vith hoarse shouts, angry curses and impreca- tions, mingled with and given force by the stinging o blaskenake.” the sharp crack of which echoed from side to side of Shicha-chetish* pass, the teamsters urged on their snorting, terrified mules, pausing not to pick the smoothest way, but bounding recklessly Ae the bowlders that thickly strewed the level ottom. Of the six vehicles, five were huge, clumsy, ae | bedded wagons—true “ prairie schooners ’’—heavi loaded, drawn each by six stout mules. Their drivers, each bestriding his ‘“‘ near-wheeler,” plied tongue, spurs and whip without cessation. ricking them with knives until their sides an aunches were washed with blood. * Literally, ‘‘ Bad Wolf,’ though why so called, I do not know. WP , HUT Pe Wiis , PT | —s . * of Uijf, y wile Z aut M, " Wit any AL Vi | / at a0) i) pheaetenr ** uw a 1 yy 4 4A SSS = . SS — . . —, HYAR. A iH VL PUBLISHERS, ther | men ran genase flogging the bewildered yemyeess _—— 1s ay XS (, \\ - \\ = AW \ — ATT a WA \. “ = — ree 7 -” eee bal Ww. OBB— So Sy 1} a the devil an’ all to pay when the animiles feel the The sixth vehicle—that which the “boss” had called a “‘democrat’’—was a light, four-wheeled spring wagon, with oil-cloth cover, drawn by two stylish horses. The driver, a fiery-crested little fel- low, evidently had his hands full, though manfully struggling to bring the maddened animals under wonted control. The unusual noise and confusion had so alarmed them that the utmost endeavors of Terence M’Carthy only served to keep their heads directed toward the overhanging cliff beyond. Shicha-chetish pass, or canon, as it might almost as well be termed, closely resembles a gigantic letter Y, with its base pointing nearly due west. Upon either hand, divided by nearly one hundred feet of chalky soil, thickly strewn with bowlders of various sizes and shapes that had fallen from the sides of the pass, rose abruptly the walls of the canon, in a se- ries of gigantic steps or plateaus. The first and largest step was considerably over a hundrea feet in hight, clear-cut and perpendicular, so smooth and regular that a cat could not have scaled it, unless aided by the scanty, straggling growth of parasitic plants that clung to the face of the ch rock, Above this rose another and another step, until the LULU pp, fA /, (E@)