Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1853-11-26

able figure. In spite, however, Of his
looks, his dress and his accoulrements,
there was something in his conversation
and manners that showed that he possess
ed an intelligence and breeding above
The rude une:,ered men among whom''he
had moved.
The most prominent feature ofhis char
acter, the one thought Of his soul. seemed
to be deadly, uncompiomising hostility to
the whole Indian race. In his ordinary
intercourse with men he was shy, taci-
turn and retiring. Bu, in moments OF
The chase and the conflict, he seemed
changed, transformed, and filled with
mysterious fire which rendered him an
object Of wonder even TO the bravest of
the old hunters wtfo10oked upon his recE-
less during.
Thus uniting TO superior intelligence,
undaunted courage, and fierce energy of
purpose be acquired at once and without
appearing TO seek it, that ascendency
over tho minds of the simple backwoods-
man, which such qualities must ever gain
in any community. Yet he seemed as
much as possible TO avoid mingling with
his fellows. He refused to live in the
stockade fort, but built himself little hut
on the summit of hill about three miles
distant, where he passed most of his time,
with no society save that Of his dog.
But whenever the alarm was given that
the foe had crossed the river, he was seen
at the station, commanding, organizing
and planning a selfappointed dictator,
to whom all yielded implicit obedience.
In the pursuit and conflict he was ever
foremost. He sought to make no prison
ers; death 10 the enemy was his watch
word and his only object. When the
fight was over, he was heard claiming no
booty, disputing with no man about his
share in the conflict; but silently and un-
noticed he stole hack 10 his mountain hut,
TO resume his solitary mode oflife. Thus
the woodsman came to regard him with
awe and almost superstitious reverence,
and the inquiries concerning his path Of
life, checked by his stern and austere man.
ner, gradually died away.
There was but one living being beside
his dog, for whom he seemed TO entertain
any feeling ofinterest or affection. This
was young hunter living at the station,
and who had once, in an Indian battle,
saved the old mans life at the risk of his
own. This boy he sometimes suffered to
join him in his hunting expeditions, and
to share his frugal meas. But even to
him he never spoke of his past history,
and the boy was too discrete to allude to it.
Months had passed since the strange,
made his first appearance at the fort.
Spring and summer had come and gone,
and autumn had thrown his rich mantle OF
bright and mellow hues the landscape
over, when one evening, few hours ere
set of sun, the hunter and his young com
panion might have been seen ascending
and descending the long green hills, which
skirt the shores of the Ohio, on their re-
turn from one Of their long and lonely
wanderings among the recesses of th'
mountains. Descending the slope of ;
thickly wooded hill. they came to thu
bank Of the river, where a sudden benz
in the stream formed little cove, known
as the Horse Shoe. As they were abou
to cross the little pebbly beach in orde
to reach the hill which rose in front o
them, the hunters attention was attracted
by the unusual and uneasy motion Of til
dog running hither and thither, snuffin
the air, and pushing through the bushe
which skirted the bank with sharp quic
bark.
cha! old Snarl has snufled somethin
in The wind. That dogs never wrong
Here Snarl, down, down, old fellow, be
fore the red skins hear you"
The dog came back and crouched at hi
t masters feet, while he stepped cautiousl
s forward looking carefully about fo
| "tracks," and peering anxiously into e,
cry thicket he saw.
;. "There it is, OF last" said he suddenl
pointing to the ground, and turning sig
nifcant look towards his companion. Sur
enough there were two footprints in tn
sand. They we're half-effaced, but III
keen eye Of the hunter could detect {
once that they were quite recent, and ha
-. been made by moccasin. After fe
, moments search they found, snugly hit
, den beneath the thick underground th'
) skirted the immediate bank Of the rive
. an Indian canoe, containing bag
! parched corn, little venison, and SON
Y powder.
"Well," said the old hunter, after
n few @oments reflection, " I'll trap the n
q scoundrels this time"
S "How SO {" asked his young friend.
: "Why, you see the canoe is so smt
s that no more than two or three can be
: the party. They must intend to retu
f soon, or they would have brought mo-
$ provisions and hidden them in bett
n place. Sol Judge they intend to cor
It NIT their deviltry tonight, and be off b
n fore day. Therefore I'll just come dow
a as soon as the moon rises, lay in uait Il
J. they get here, and then / think that Blac
Bsss and myself will answer for two
o three scalp to hang up in the cabin. !
d the meantime | want YOU to go to the 70
$. and put The boys on their guard, or son
4. Of them may be picked of before th'
le know what hurts 'em."
m "Well," was the reply Of the yout
al &C am willing tn 90 to the station. hou