Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-07-16

tHten niueS as warm neaft as ever Deaf in the
human breast. His companions returned with
great glory TO the settlements, whnher we will
mol follow but turn TO pursue The old man on his
adventurous quest.
For four days the staunch hun:sman tracked The
game northward, through forests aud over noun.
tans. Whatever were his faults, fear was mol one
of them. Neither The ling o: beasts. nor the
deep solitude OF his situation, any sense of his
ierocious purpose. ever disturbed his rest. With
his dogs for sentnels, he slept quietly on a bed
Of spruce bOughs. 10 the Music Of some savage
stream, on the straw on his own frontier Cabin
His hardened muscles were never fatigued though
be struggled from sunrise 10 sunset lhroue tang.
led brushwood and obscure racises, over dacaying
logs. and The thousand pitfalls and Impedimenis
that annoy the forest traveller. HIS course lay
always through The obscuriy aud dappness of The
/! dense woods except at times, when he would
hear The noise of stream below MIN; and emerge
from the forest darkness into beautiful sun-lir
v'sira of trees and glancing waters. At such
times he could see that, as he proceeded the noun
tains grew wilder aud higher. and cost gradual
| y around hr1.
Late one afternoon. when he had all day toiled
siubbpr"ly on in twilight, and was locking upward
to Catch gllmpses Of the bright sky through the
leaves, he heard again The SOUND of water, and bv
I The transparency in the screen of maple sapings
before him. he knew the opening near at
hand. in a moment he put aside The slender
boughs. aud stepped out into the broak stony bed
OF the Saco, just where it energies from the Notch
of the White Mountains. 1t was IA wild and beau
tIinl scene. The tumbng waters. the long lines
ut birch trees, naples aud beeches, that reache
her branches over it, the stiff pines that shot up
' hon th,
crags that rose from the woods. bristIing with frs
three thousand feet sheer upward, all were Hinged
with the Crimson of approaching evening; all lay
in the quiet of the wilderness, which the ripple
and murmer oflhe stream only name more IN
pressive.
The old man did not trouble himself with The
scenery. HIS feelings were those of bitter vexa-
ton for he knew himself close upon his game.
aud here the savage had taken TO the water
and thrown his dogs off The scent. lie
dashed into The wide and shallow stream, and wa
ding up The middle, sent dog on either bank to
seach for the lost track. The very first angie he
turned showed him bis prey, wading naked and
unarmed, for he h ad fled from the m. ssacre with
out his gun. The old hunter did not repress
cry Ot fierce eXnltaiion, which the sleeping
mountains prolonged; then as the UNHAPPY saw
aye leuped splashing TO the bank, he followed
close. and sci his dogs again Oh The track. They
made the woods resound with their fearful bay
ing the Old mao held his gun poised for shot;
and The trio dashed OH at pace at which that
tangled wood was never traversed before or since.
He often iripped aud fell the thnrns and branch.
es tore away fragments of his clothing, and barred
his gray head. Twilight soon came on. The
Old human blood hound cared for none Of these
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he br"ke out from the woods, upon broad sur
face of rocks, stones and gravel, inerspersed
with siunied bushes; while at little distance on
The right stood forest Of dead trees, bare and
white seeming in the dim light like host of skri-
eons. All arnund lowered high mountains. hall
clothed with shaggy forests, aud their precipiious
crags old weather stains, and scars Of avalanches,
gave them the aspect of savage desolalion. The
old hunter scarcely saw them. All that met his
eve was the slender figure of the Indian, leaping
like frightened deer toward The base of the noun.
tain on the left. He dashed after him at full
speed, over piles of rock aud stone, strewn BY an
ancient avalanche over the narrow valley, where |
none 0ul sleep walker. such frantic sports
man, could have passed in safety. Ii was IN the
Notch, and close TO the place "here the unfortu-
Fate Welleys afterwards met their fate.
The game soon began 10 ascend me mountain,
choosing the place where The avalanche had come |
down. ard cut for itself pathway. Resembling. |
in all but its depth, the bed of a torrent. These
mountains are every where chanpelled with such |
ravines, which often extend from top TO bottom,
seem little distance like deep gushss cut in their
sides Most Of them expand and grow shallow
as they approach the base, where the torrent Of
earth aud stone spread itself over the valley
Such was the case in the present instance. The
Indian bounded up; the hunter aud dogs follow
ed. The sides of the ravine rapidly approached
eech other, and grew more abrupt and high; the
ascent became sleeper and more perilous. lit
tie stream that trckIed down the narrow and
steep passageway,and spread itself over lhesmooth
rocks, made the fooIhold very precarlous. The
dogs soon brought up. They stopped at
The foot Of deep pitch of the rock. against which
they paved in vain Efforts ascend, and made
The rocks echo with their cries. The enger old
man climbed on. The sides Of the rock now low
cred over his head, leaving only strip of the
sky visible between their opposite edg-
es. His ef;rts soon brought him to heighr
whence The baying of the dogs sounded up the
passage faint and distant. He caught frequent
gIimpses Of the Indian scrambng on before him
and once. gettiUg at a fair sight, he fired. The