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Show all ales As told to: ELMO FRANK E. . d SCOTT HAGAN WATSON Saved by a Sonnet uRANDPAP MORGAN was a frontier publisher In Texas, but he had his most thrilling adventure ad-venture before he ever reached the Lone Star state," says Frank Morgan, Mor-gan, printer and proofreader In many a shop throughout the Middle West. This Is the story : The wagon train which Grandpap Morgan had joined with his old Army press, his cases of type and other equipment, got safely through the Indian country until It came to the crossing of the Cimarron river. There a big war party jumped them. For more than three hours the emigrants kept the redskins at bay. Then a whisper of fear ran among the defenders . . . their bullets were almost exhausted ! As their fire died down, the savages began massing for a final charge. Just as the emigrants were getting get-ting ready to throw down their useless use-less rifles and draw their Bowie knives, Grandpap Morgan shouted: "Walt! Walt I . . . Quick, one of you fellers . . . help me get tho type locked up In this form . . . It's all ready to print when I get to Texas, but It won't got printed anyway If the Injuns kill me now. Here, men, fill your guns!" As they rammed home the pieces of lead type, a war whoop told of the savage chnnre that was coming. "Now!" shouted Grandpap Morgan. Mor-gan. A blast of (ire from fifty rifles, and the racing ponies were Jerked ' to a halt. A moment later the red-Pklns, red-Pklns, screerhing wiih rage, wptp racing away in mad retroat. Grand;iap Morgan grimier!. j kne-x t!:at won!. hjrn the trick." he said. "A column and a half of Spring poetry . . . they Just could no! stand it P iV. :-rn N. .t,fT t'nlon |