The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current, March 19, 1904, Image 3

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you ain't jest used to these animule'a
gaits. They're kind of uneven. That's
all." he added, soothingly.
Jack and I saw it, and wo would have
(old father of Pete's joke If we hadn't
made a rule never to tell on Pete,
and'if we had liked the stranger a lit
tle better.
We were almost exhausted when we
reached the mouth of the Pit. It Is
about three miles in length and we
had to make half that distance, at least,
to pitch our tents in a sheltered spot
and the sun was getting low!
All around us the walls of Pike's
Peak rose up n thousand feet or more,
like the sides of a tumbler and almost
as perpendicular, were it not for irreg
ular little ridges which ran brokenly
around the whole Not a bit of vegeta
tion or green or any sort, appeared on
the vast expanses of solid rock, except
an occasional stunted, evergreen, which
seemed strangely out of place The
smooth surface of the rocks glistened
here and there as the last rays of the
sun stuck tho water trickly over the
sun struck the water trickling over
them.
We wore all so tired that even Mr
Benton's guest had no breath or vocab
ulary with which to praise the grand
eur and tho beauty of this little spot,
wi its shrub oaks and juniper bushes.
We had all tumbled off our burros, and
were lying flat on our backs, camp
er's fashion, with arms outstretched.
French Creek, as Pete called the
three-feet wide brook, glided quietly
through the Pit basin, but here at the
mouth it took a header over the rocks
and was transformed into a torrent
of spray and whilpools.
Under tho overhanging rocks on its
banks we always found the most beau
tifully tinted bluo and pink forget-me-nots,
on beds of green moss. In the
fall, when the ice gathers on the edge
of the stream we have often had to
break tho ice to get at them,
v The professor had nothing to say of
these delicate little flowers he had
even forgotten tho botanical name,
which all goes to show how tired and
hungry he was, as were all the rest of
us now.
Pete had gone on ahead, and when
our bedraggled party finally followed
we found a blazing fire ready and Pete
bending over something which smelled
very much like toasting bacon.
It seemed to us that things had
never tasted so good as on that night.
Ve all ate ravenously and in spite of
tho fact that Professor McCall said he
ha never tasted minco pio before, he
ato two pieces just the same.
Night soon camo on, black and star
less. Wo had all wrapped ourselves
In blankets and were lying before the
fire when some ono suggested the
' Ghost."
"Thct's right," said Pete, jumping
up and standing between the fire and
tne black wall of the Pit. "He'd orter
perform all right tonight. It's a plenty
dark enough. Oh, thero's the old boy,"
no exclaimed and disappeared in the
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tent to reach for his field-glasses. When
he had found them he offered thein to
tne guest of honor.
About half-way up the mountainside
a little light gleamed faintly against
the dense black back-ground, and
through the field glasses tho light could
be seen to move steadily from ono end
of a ledge, apparently, to the other,
swinging back and forth like a pendu
lum all tho while.
We had all seen it before, but as we
stood spell-bound watching the light
in Its changing positions, the uncanni
ness and weirdness seemed to fill us all
except the Professor, who presently
broke the silence, lemarklng coolly.
wonderful phenomena, that," and
he thougnL deeply, with his arms fold
ed, and his eyes still on the light "Must
00 phosphorescent."
"Aw," broke In Pete, disgustedly
' 'Taln't no sich thing."
We didn't just exactly know what
tho scientist meant, but Pete knew he
was trying to dispute the authenticity
of the ghost.
"That man was Andy Petersen, an
old pal of mine Maybe I don't know
him," said Pete, and he shook his head
and sighed "He was a regular shark
at poker. Well, it was ten jcars ago,
come next month, that we felleis from
Judge William's mine down Hear
Creek, 'Golden Eggs,' clutn up to the
peak to see tho sunrise. Andy wns
night watchman there, but he got a
lay-off that night. We kind of lost the
way that was when he was all new
in these parts and Andy had tho lan
tern and had gone on a tour of inves
tigation to try to find the trail. Sud
denly he yelled, and the light disap
peared. There we were without a light,
and Andy the Lord knew where. We
crept over In the direction we seen him
last, on our hands and knees.
"' Lord!' groaned Fordyce, he had
been up there before, " 'lie's fallen in
the pit," and he went into a perfect
spasm of howls throwing his arms
around and yelling Andy's name at the
top of his voice We fellers didn't un
derstand till morning came and wo
looked over tho edge. Maybe I didn't
get cold when I seen where I had sat
for two hours. If I'd moved a foot
farther I'd never known what tec bed
mo off.
"As soon as it was light Fordyce
went up Summit House for ropes", leav
ing me behind to mark the place When
he camo back he had a couple of men
with him, who used to live at the mines
but wuz keeping a restaurant on the
summit, making a fortune off'ln every
sandwich they sold. They both knew
Andy, and we four had a reg'ler scrap
as to who was goi' down. Finally be
ing the lightest, they sont me down. 1
must havo dropped 400 feet, but wo
couldn't find him nowhere's I wanted
to go further, but the rope must have
give out, for thoy began to pull me up.
That was the only time I ever had the
sense knocked out of me. 1 hit my
head on a ledge going up and didn't
know beans for a week.
"Well, the fellers got some more rope
the next week Fordyce walked clean
to Cripple Creek for it, and sent an
other juaii down. He dropped all the
way down to the Pit, but ho couldn't
make a And, so we gave it up and
Andy's still keeping watch. It's ten
year now," and Pete sighed and went
Hmrk to the fire.
When tho Ore died out we all re
paired to the tenth, for wild cats are
thick In the Pit and they stay away
only as long as the tire lasts.
It must have been about 2 o'clock
when I awoke with a start. I thought
at first it was a wild cat or some other
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