Show 1 I I 1 A TRAGEDY IM IN THE TUB SWAMP mixing a quick choi between two mails of deatle detroit free 11 ess it was down on oil the great jack con son route A freight train had met with an ace ident and so our south was wa oil time and tr train sin going bad had to run in 0 on n a siding and wait for the lightning express con coming ling from jew new orleans blany of up about picking us were ere strolling blackberries or gathering flowers when some one suddenly Eb everybody keep quiet and listen hark it was a deep faraway far awa away y bay ofa of a bound and after half a minute we realized tatt it was com coming aug nearer the doge dogs arc are running a deer shouted one and if we itrich out we may get a fifteen or twenty men each with a revolver strung out along the track and just then we heard beard the iron rails begin co to signal that the eap exp express was coming two minutes later we beard her whistle there were three or four dogs in in the chase chose and aa as they drew nearer it was evident that the game would crosa the track below the bridge we ran down to it though no one cared to risk the crossing we were hardly there vohen ft hen a coal black negro and in bogs left leaned ped out of the brush on the track and stood facing us the di doga ds had bad somehow lost him and were ba baying y ing in the thicket forty rods away what mat his crime waa wits we could not sav bay he ife was a big fellow and as via he hi stood there arms folded across hia his heavy breast his face had hall a terrible look he ile was only a pistol shot away but no one raised a weapon on the contrary one of the file crowd shouted to him hion off the track or be killed ho he and saw taw the express thundering down the level stretch as a pigeon nice flies sparks of fire lire flashing from the rails and a great cloud of cust whirling behind it and the speed could not even be checked the black man looked neither to the right nor the left the dogs were coming nearer neater but they were too late those who did not turn their faces aside saw the pilot fling him fifty feet high and aa as the body fell lell it splashed into the creek at tit our feet and lay there only half bidden bythe by the shallow waiters watters bruised broken dead it had bad ic tc arcely struck the water when five or six dogs broke from the thicket and crossed cropped the tracks and close upon them were three or four men they were too late the hunted man mail would take his choice of how he be would die |