Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-05-28
The Leaplng Panther interposed the GIRL

fact. What's in his name! | know he's Amos;
an almighty villain, and he'd better clear our next
hitch
The LeapiDg Panther is great WARRIOR said
the girl.
We'll. | reckon he's considerable smart, but
that's nolhin.' | say, Peoria, my wigwam is emp
ty. | want squaw, take fancy 10 you, and
the Red Rose comes with me-
with these words, The young man caught the
Indian Girl In his arms, threw her on his brawney
shoulder, and carrying his silent victim as if she
had been child, turned for his rifle which while
speaking, he hat leaned against a tree. In its
place stood the Leaping Panther. his eye flashing
fire, his deer-skin wrapper thrown back, his TOM
ahawk loose, and his hands holding the rifle of the
now helpless hunter.
MY white brother is very good said the Indi-
an scornfully, but the Forest Rose has long feet
she can walk
a pretty prime super6ne scOundrel,' muttered
the Giscomfitted lick, and then he added aloud
you have the vantage. Ingan. you may depend,
and it looks wickedy ugly for ME. What chop
shall We make! You keep the rife--ll's an up
hill one--and III keep the GALL
The Leaping Panther has mahy medicine guns
but he has no squaw. The Forest Rose must
come
got his dander up, and tn gnns--I can't catch him
nohow. IUgian, give me the gun, hers The gal.
reckon won't quarrel for nothin.'
This white mans life is in my hands, said the In
gdian, proudly, but he has smoked in the wig
wan of my fathers. Go. there are two paths, one
of peace, one of war. The war path leads to the
dig wigwam--when the great light goes to rest.
the wampum belt will be with the pale faces.
Zick took his rifle. which the Indian had first
discharged. and the odds being still against him,
suffered both Leaping Panther and Peoria to dis
appear.
"A regular ugly customer that, you may depend,
and pretty kettle have got TO cook conclude.
Well must be active; thin Ingains 'ul be after
scalp;ng every soul Of US afore long. Once they
begin, they hold on most especial fast, you may
depend
Kick was right. Once the Waccos had quar-
rel with one white man there was very little doubt
that il would spread to all around Aware that
his neighbors were all burning for an excuse to
attack the Indians, lick hurried home, told old
Single to get his horse out and start one way,
while he took the old mustang, dashed on to Aus.
Iinia where he knew dozen men would be rails
ed in an hour for any wild harum-scarum purpose
whatsoever. The recent retreat of Santa Anna.
and the dispersion of the Texan volunteers, had
spread over the land host of wild and untamabe
spirits, 10 whom fighting, especially with Indians
was perfect treat.
CHAPTER III-TAe Fight.
That same afternoon old Shingles log hut pre-
scented more animated and busting appearance
than il had shown for many day. While every
chink and assure had been stopped up TO prevent
the light from giving the Indians mark from with
out, rousing fire had been set on foot, round
| which sat in conclave sixteen men, armed 10 the
teeth, and presenting the appearance of rude BUSH
fighting heroes of the first water. The last had
just entered, and the number was complete
Each man had his rifle, powder-horn, and bowie
knife, and not one but seemed able to use these
articles. lick reeapuated the causes of war
fare, of course making out most especial good
case for himself. Still many had their doubts as
to the wisdom of attacking the Waccos, and ma
king enemies of numerous tribe unless it could
be clearly made evident that they intended them
selves to break the peace. The majority sided
to this view,and accordingly some hour and half
previously, young, but active and shrewd leath-
er-stocking had been despatched to spy out the
intentions Of the supposed enemy. His return was
waited for with impotence, as it was considered
desirable to attack the Waccos should it be so
decided before shutdown.
i conclude Stevens (ihe spy was so called)has
got into some almighty FIX observed lick. He
must be pIagy sight quicker nor think him, it
we set eyes on him again..
BY Jackquers. man alive said kentuckan
hero, who was intent upon moulding small rifle
balls, about the size of peas. Stevens I'd bang
you in tn tus in outtwitten them lngian varmlnt.
He's pretty prime supe.6ne whin he's about IT.
and here he isl
A hurried sound of footsteps was heard, bang
ing at the door, and in fled Joshua Stevens. his ri>
ae in his hand, his hair streaming behind, and his
face flushed with running.
"A pretty close shave I've had,' said Josiah, as
soon as he'd recovered his breath, Il war nigh
losing my scalp, and that's fact
what is it then Steve !? inquired old Single Il
conclude war;
war! ave to the knife-and pretty consider
able long knife, too. I've shot one of the varmlnt
and here's as close a shave ever YOU seed con-
tinued he raising his arm and exhibiting the track
of ball along his side, which had, however. torn
his hunting shirt, without wounding him in the
/ slightest degree.
| The door of the log hut was now pushed vio-
! Ient!y open, and bundle thrown into the room
Before, however, the messenger could be seen, he