Part 20 (1/2)

'But little kenned they Jenny's mettle, Or dreamt what lay in Jenny's kettle'

With eyes that see over her shoulders, she ed the up-turned faces and shoulders of the savages with the boiling round, and Jenny at once turned her attention to the back door of the van, where already one of the leading Gaucho ained footing This villain she fairly bonneted with the saucepan

'Your brithers have gotten the big half o' the kail,' she cried, 'and ye can claw the pat'

It was not till next evening that aunt told Moncrieff the brave part old Jenny had played He smiled in his quiet way as he patted his mother's hand

'Just as I told ye, Miss M'Crimman,' he said; 'mither's a ma_rrr_vel!'

But where had the bold Bo the conflict? Sword and revolver in hand, in the foreed the fiercest? Nay, reader, nay The stern truth re all the terrible tulzie Bombazo had never once been either seen or heard Nor could he be anywhere found after the fight, nor even after the cah and low

Soht have been overcoht have hidden himself Moncrieff looked incredulous What! the bold Bohts, the slayer of lions, the terror of the redskins, the brave hunter of pao de Bo the slain? No Taken prisoner? Alas! for the noble red prisoners Boons overhauled, not a stone was left unturned, figuratively speaking, yet all in vain

But, wonderful to relate, what __ accomplished An honest collie found Bombazo--actually scraped him up out of the sand, where he lay buried, with his head in a tussock of grass It would be unfair to judge hi not to listen to his vouchsafed explanation; yet, sooth to say, to this very day I believe the little man had hidden himself after the manner of the ar to his feet 'Where is the foe?'

The Scotchhed in his face He turned from them scornfully on his heel and addressed Moncrieff

'Dey tried to keel me,' he cried 'Dey stunned me and covered e Ha! ha! I will seek revenge!'

Old Jenny could stand it no longer

'Oh, ye shameless sinner!' she roared 'Oh, ye feckless fusionless winner!

Let e'

There was no restraining Jenny With a yell like the war cry of a clucking hen, she waved her uht for the hero

The blow intended for his head alighted lower down Bombazo turned and fled, pursued by the remorseless Jenny; and not even once did she miss her aim till the terror of the redskins, to save his own skin, had taken refuge beneath the caravan

As at sea, so in travelling Day after day, a adventure and incident suffice to banish even thoughts of the dead themselves But neither seafarers nor travellers need be ashamed of this; it is only natural God never condemns His creatures to constant sorrow The brave fellows, the honest Scot and the Gauchos, that we had laid side by side in one grave in the little burying-place at the frontier fort, were gone beyond recall No a them back We but hoped they were happier now than even ere, and so we spoke of the about our caravan and caer feared the Indians

One Gaucho, however, had escaped, and there was still the probability he e some other day

We have left the bleak pah now and then we come to bare prairie land but scantily furnished with even bushes, and destitute of grass; houses and _estancias_ beco like that fearful _fonda_ in the prairie--the scene of the h San Lui--too wretched a place to sayher usual seat one forenoon in front of the caravan, old Jenny's eyes grew bright and sparkling with very delight

'Saw anybody ever the like o' that?' she cried, as she raised both her hands and eyes cloudwards But it was not the clouds old Jenny wasat--for here ere in the Province of Mendoza, and a measurable distance from the beautiful city itself; and instead of the barren lands we had recently eed from, beheld a scene of such natural loveliness and fertility, that we seemed to have suddenly dropped into a neorld

The sky was blue and alh it was, the fields were clad in ereen; the trees, the vineyards, the verandahed houses, the cos, the cattle, the sheep, and flocks of poultry--all testified to the fact that in summer this must indeed be a paradise

'What do you think of all this,close to the caravan _coupe_

'Think o' it, laddie! Loshi+e me, laddie! it beats the braes o' Foudlan'!