THE BORDER LAND.-MARIE L. MOFFATT. DEDICATED TO A FRIEND RECOVERING FROM SEVERE ILLNESS. Long weeks you have stood in the yielding sand Where the hills of health with their fragrant breath, Down through the vale, either rapid or slow, We watched for the ferryman's spectral form, You waited, calmly, not eager to go, But "ready," should Heaven have willed it so. Not so: It is said in the "word" That the prayer of faith shall be answering heard. "Tis human to think of the Border Land Has been taught and learned in this weird retreat. As with the child, long withdrawn from the school, So we, long in sunshine, are prone to forget If we fail to perform; which duty we find, While down in the valley, alone with thought, But we have a friend in this " weary land," SAVED BY A RATTLESNAKE. A MINER'S STORY. Game there was none. We could not break camp now with our weak men upon our hands, and it only remained for some one to attempt the desperate journey across the San Juan range, by way of the Devil's Pass, to Animas, and return with food or a rescuing party. Failing of that, spring-time would find our cabin inhab ited by corpses. We drew lots among ourselves, therefore, we well men, to decide who should undertake this perilous trip, and the risk fell upon me. It was best, perhaps, that it should have been so, for of all the party I best knew the trail. Without waste of words or time, I prepared myself for the journey, and thoroughly armed, early one morning, before the pale moon had fallen behind the western mountains, I bade good-by to my comrades and started. Turning my back upon the camp, I settled my course by a star, and at a brisk pace steered southward. All day I continued on the trail, ever with a watchful eye for Indian signs-for I believed our old enemies still in the vicinity-but all day unmolested, and at last, weary and worn, as the chill shadows began to creep across the great white plain behind me, I saw looming up in front the San Juan range, gashed with a narrow gorge -the Devil's Pass. Once through that horrible grave, for it was little else, and the road to Animas would be comparatively easy. My spirits rose hopefully. As darkness came fairly down, I found myself just at the mouth of the canyon which led up to the pass, and deeming it a most sheltered place for a camping spot, I soon gathered a heap of dead limbs beneath an overhanging rock where the snow had not yet come, built a roaring fire, which warmed and cheered me, and prepared for the night. I felt little fear, for the narrow, frowning canyon would hide the light of my fire from all the plain country. The only disturbance which I might look for would be the howling of the wolves, who threatened, but dared not attack me; and I cared not for them. With these comforting reflections, therefore, I ate a hearty supper, drank a little melted snow-water, lit my pipe, and, rolling myself in my blanket, crowded close to the rock wall behind me, now well warmed by my fire. And so, in the flickering light, protected on all sides, I gave myself unhesitatingly up to slumber. How long I slept I cannot say. It was deep in the night when I woke with a sudden chill. It was as if some one had touched me with a cold and clammy hand, but even before I was well awake my frontiersman's caution returned, and I opened my eyes slowly and didn't move. The fire was all but out and the ghostly light from its dying embers touched the snow and rocks and trees about with a strange color like thick blood. The air was growing chill and still, too, except for the cry of a coyote far up the canyon wall opposite, who whined and barked incessantly. There was something almost oppressive about the silence to me, when suddenly, from just beyond my smouldering fire the sound of a step startled me, and before I had time even to move there was bending over me a hideous, painted face,—the face of a savage, and in his hand, already creeping toward my heart, was his heavy scalping-knife! To describe my sensations is impossible. Some terrible spell seemed to bind me. Not only was I facing a danger which meant nstant death, but I was unable to move even in the attempt to save myself. It was as if 1 were fascinated. I tried to reason with myself. This was but a single enemy-if I should spring upon him I might kill him and so be free; but although the reasoning was right, the action I was unable to bring about, and all the time the terrible knife drew nearer. The redskin knew that I was awake, and that I saw him, but he gloated over my helplessness and delayed his fatal blow. At last, however, I saw the gleam of his eye, the tightening of his muscles, and knew that in an instant more all would be over, when a sudden harsh, metallic rattle sounded, as if it were in my very bosom. I felt something glide from my side—a long, scaly, snaky body shot out to meet the dusky on-coming arm. There was a blow then a cry of horror, and as the knife fell ringing to the earth a rattlesnake crawled slowly away, and the Uncompahgre, with his now nerveless hand outstretched and the blood dripping down from his parted fingers, with a long, wild death shriek turned and disappeared in the darkness. The rattler which my fire had drawn from his winter quarters had saved my life and the lives of my companions. A week later, with a party of thirty good fellows I recrossed the San Juan range and rescued my party from starvation and the Indians; and it is because of what that snake did for me in Devil's Pass nigh on twenty years ago, that I let the critters live to-day. SHACOB'S LAMENT. Oxcoose me if I shed some tears, My sadness I shall now unfoldt, Don'd do some Dutchmans any good, Den I don't pelief I know. You see, I fall myself in love, A vidder vomans vos der brize, Her heart for love vos on der pine, Und all der time I hoped dot heart I keeps a butcher shop, you know, I put avay my gold and bills, If in der night some bank cashier I court dot vidder sixteen months, Und vhen I says: "Vill you be mine?" Ve vos engaged-oh! blessed fact! "Before der vedding day vos set," |