Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1849-01-17
NlISCE ELL NY.
A PRINTER AMONG THE WOLVES.

The Wolf has been lavorite theme for the
brain and the pen OF the poet and novelist HIS
haun,s and his habits have been described by them
with as much minuteness as if he belonged TO one,
OF the human rather than the besal races. And
truly his is uncnviabe fame. coward ex-
cepi when driven beyond his discretion by the stern
tyrant hunger--remorseess and Implying as the
hyena, he lacks the noble daring and generosity of
the lion as much as The beauty Of the tiger and
leopard There is nothing romantic in the associ-
alons OF his name, except tales of fearful carnage
OF hair breadth escapes-reniiniscence Of terror
frigh, and horror. Lord Byron and Gen. Putnam
have made him famous, however the one has i'm
moralized him in Alazeppa, the other proved him
inorial.n his den. Byron's was fancy picture
"old Put saw him eye 10 eye" And they only
can have an adequate idea of him who have seen
him in his desert home, and heard his cries of hun
ger issuing through his ank jaws from his mael-
srom stomach in unearhly huwls, while his eve
sglISten demon like through The midnight gloom
Then when far from home, houseless, succorless,
with the shades Of night gathering around you and
gathering with them these Camanches of the quad
rupeds, bowling song of anticipated assail over
your quiverng limbs, snuiiing up the scent of yo.Ir
blood while yet it thrills through your veins and ar
teries, and throbs convulsively in your beating
heart, stealing asSaSsn-iike upon you, their muir
derous claws beating the dead march in the crump-
ling leaves and their teeth cleaning from their
thin lips, drawn up with the excitement of hunger
and hoped for gTaiiiication-ticn might you have
some adequate idea Of this terrible rambler of the
forest-this murderoGs Thug OF The desert.
have seen him thus; and the recollection Of
that night Of peril, is yet fresh if it were but
yesterday. Whenever think of it, almost feel
! the sharp teeth enter my shrinking flesh, and hear
in Imagination their thirsty tongues tapping up my
hot oOzlng blood. 1t was in the southwest section
OF Arkansas forty miles from the habiiatlOn Of man.
on the outskirts fcreltlUn halfway between some
where and nowhere, or in other words, near the
point of division between Louisiana. Arkansas, In
dian territory and Texas. II may be asked, how
| came there. To this question it is sufficient to
say that am Printer. Further explanation to
those acquainted with the habits of my craft, were
useless. But there may he some who do not know
! That Of all men The prluier IL alone ubiquitous
! He is the only Simon Pure CoSmopOlitc The true
citizen OF the world, his life anywhere, his home
nowhere, roaming over the civilized EARTH most
steadily pursuing his own capriccs which are the
stars OF his desliny and whether in the city = busy
hum, or with united shoes perpatetic rambler
over the mountain or the prairie, alike at hune
everywhere, the real ,ack-u- Ian thorn Of the h,.
man race. pretend not 10 be free from the weak
ness oiny profession. typos tools are his thumb
and finger, and so easily are they transported when
ennU, hard times or the rowing fancy takes him,
he ties up his spare shirt, if lie has one in his hand
kerchlei u he has one, and mZzlcs for solne otlie
green spot where there may TO types and tokens oil
a better life.
had been at Alexandria and Naichtoehes, had
finished setting up my thousands. my prospects co
into Pi, and so J TOOK my stick aud my gun. ant
like other small-fry, commenced working nv wa,
up stream. had passed Shreveport, Caddo Lake
and Tic lille sfealns above it that empty into Da,
River, when about noon one day thirst began II
rcmird me Of my slavery TO lis demands and
commenced searching ior Sulphur Fork or som,
other stream OF the precious liquid water. who's,
blessed treasure we may enjoy through lie withou
approaching it5 value, ualeSs some fuTIuitouy cir
cunstlnces teach lis the lesson through our neces
sites, which we could never learn from enjoyment
] focud bayou after bayou, where the runnin,
stream had left its track but the clay and SAM
were parchod and cracked by tie summers SUI
Not drop of water vas there in them all, fit 70
man or beast. Disappointment added fuel 10 III
flame already burning up my tongue. and siranp
fire seemed searching ntomy brain. Yet searche
on, despair coming manfuliy up 10 fill the broke
columns of Hope. But it was in vain. The re
sun won't glazing down towards his western couc