Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1850-03-27

cried Turk IN transport OF rage, Settlng tne exam
pie by commencing the pursuit himself.
The flight of Mills was directed in a straight
line for the river and his marvellous agility added
TO the start he had first got, soon placed him some
distance ahead. They fired both rifles and shot
guns at him as he ran, but happily, without effect
When he came 10 the river side, he stopped down
and hastily fastened on pair Of skates, which he
had carried in his pocket for The last few days, to
be ready for any emergency; and then, taking the
ice, he skinned over the frozen stream with the
swiftness of the wind
"Has nobody pair Of skates ?" shotted Turk,
striking his forehead with gesture Of wrath and
vexation
81 have" said one, ''but shall certainly notify
them on the ice such night as this"
"Be quick-give them to me !" exclaimed Turk
in tone of fiery impatience.
The skates were produced the eager Colonel
tied them on and swearing dreadful oath that ne
would bring back the preachers scalp. or leave his
own, he began the perilous chase. o! there is no
daring like the courage inspired by the passion for
revenge
In ihe meanwhile, Mills had approached the far
ther shore, when he discovered the startling appa-
riton of armed men on the bank. He knew al a
glance what it meant. The mob, to prevent any
Of the Mormons from escaping, had stationed
guard beyond the river. He instantly turned his
course down the stream. when whole platoon let
off their rifles, hut the distance was loo inconsder-
able. A hail of bullets ratified around him on the
ice without injury.
"I will foil the fends yet," he said to himself,
and put forth all his speed. Mills flew away, when
he became conscious that some one was pursuing
He Stacked his velocity, and gradually wheeled a.
bout to obtain view of his enemy. But the latter
| r. md no
Mormon uttered aloud mad prayer-"God grant
me that it be COL Turk, and am willing to die!"
On rushed the pursuer-on still on, like an ava
anche The noise of the iron skates could be heard
above the roar of the northern blast, and his dark
form loomed in the glittering moonbeams, large in
stature as giant. AS he drew nearer, the young
preacher smiled venomouslY. lie recognized the
arch prosecutor, Col. Turk, and he laughed out
right. laugh that rung over the frozen river like
the wild scoff of some demon, when he saw the o.
lher unshea,h his cleaning knife Mills then i'm
medaiely pulled his own from its scabbard, and
started off, 10 avoid the coming shock which might
otherwise prove fatal, by the mere force Of the COL
lision. to both.
And then began series of rapid and cunning ev-
olulions 10 secure the advantage in this new mode
of combat, the most terrific ever conceived. They
marked the smooth surface of the ice with circles,
elipses, angles, squares, paraeograrns, and almost
every possible figure Of plain geometry; but each
seemed perfect skater, and could not find the 9TH
er at fault, or take him unprepared. They passed
repeatedly within three feet Of each other, and made
quick thrus,s which pierced to the bone. And still
the cold grew more intense, and the wrathful wind
howled on, while their maneuvresa and flights some
how carried them farther down the river, where
the crustod ice was thinner and cracked fearfully
beneath their tread
Finally the Mormon took the desperate resolve TO
terminate the strife by sacrificing his own life 10
make sure of that of his foe at the same time. In
the following rush, he NJ longer turned aside to a.
void direct collision, but frustrated tho attempt of
the Lyncher, TO that end, by slightly swervng
from right line.
They met at full speed, and the shock was like
that of the crash of adverse comets. At The mo-
ment of their fall, the quakng ice split beneath their
weight, with deatening roar, and the wild water.
boiling and Kissing like hell, swallowed them
forever-the persecutor and The victim, both vic
Tins now
But the river still rolled on its way TO the sea; /;
the stars shone as bright and beautiful as of old in
the morning of creation, when the angels OF God
chanted their birth song and the wrathful wind of
winter howled on over the icy grave Of The enemies
no,C no more.