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Show THE (5)1 X Ts 178 X Heber Wasatch County, Utah, Monday,. May VOL. II THE HEBER, HERALD. Editor and Manager. Entered at Heber .Poit office, asset-enclass mail matter k Hatch J r, d SUBSCRIPTION PRICES. One ear. Ji.oo Six Worths , $0,50 i Three Months WHO A 10.25 COMES HERE." STORY OF THE CIVAI. WAR. - p V Post No. 7 was under a large tree on the edg e of a thicket. To the south there was a strip of open,, ground, then a thicket, then an old field, in which stood a log cabin. It was a loiiley place, well away from the camps, the dead and the dying, but was glad to be alone. All along the lines there was a growling of musketr) ; but this 2 nd 1892 No. 35, had galloped about that day, almost whithout number; this might be one which had founn shelter in that thicket. Rustle! Rustle! Step! Step! It was a curious movement. Whoever it was hoped to reach me without discovery, but there were dead leaves underfoot, and the thicket was dense. A hair could not have moved without betraying its presence. Rustle! Rustle! Keeling down so as to see under the darkness, as it were, 1 suddenly made out a black object against the dark back- ground. It is neither horse nor mule; it is a human being. A scout from the enemys picket post. Only a quarter of a mile away? A wounded man hobbling abont to find succor? One of bur scouts returning? Who comes here? There is a silence of fifteen seconds and then a womans voice answers: " It if sir dark iYatffflnd the-pia-cd - I 4 cant find the place! A! it was a womans voice. And it a bit of acting to cover a had a sob in it too. Awomaiuherem I had been nearly an hour the darkness betu een the hostile lines at my post without nothing happening with powder smoke still in the air with thick-- , to alarm me when I heard a person stray bullets darting through the as if shine great insect moving in the thicket adross the open ets witlra whiz, was a bluff real dezign. strip. Was it, a person? stirred to anger! Who conns here? Riderless horses 4 . |