Show saved by a sonnet MORGAN was a fron etier vj tier publisher in texas but he had his most thrilling adventure adventure before he ever reached the lone star state says F rank frank morgan printer and proofreader in many a shop throughout g the middle west this Is his story of that adventure the wagon train which grandpas Grand pap morgan had joined nith his old arm army Y 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 red skins at bay then a ibl whisper sper of fear ran among the defenders their bullets were almost exhausted As their fire slackened and died down the savages began massid massing for a final charge just as the emigrants were getting ready to throw down their useless rifles and draw their boie knives grandpas Grand pap morgan shouted wait I 1 I 1 wait f I 1 I 1 I 1 quiet quick one of you fellers help me get the type locked up in this form I 1 its all ready to print when I 1 get to texas but it wont get printed anyway if the kill me e now here men fill your guns As they rammed home the pieces of lead type a ringing war whoop and the drumming of swift pony hoofs on the hard bard prairie told of the savage charge that was comita colln now shouted grandpas Grand pap morgan A blast of fire from fifty rifles and the racing ponies were jerked to a halt balt A moment later the redskins red reds skins kirks screeching with rage were racing away in mad retreat over the hills grandpas Grand pap morgan grinned 1 I kne knew av that would turn the trick he said A column and a half of spring poetry I 1 I 1 they just stand it iti |