Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-08-24

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noise continued to increase every moment,
and was now close upon bis place of conceal
ment, when suddenly large deer, with nos
trils distended and painting sides, dashed
thro' the bushes and came directly toward
him. 1t was the work of an Instant to raise
his rifle quickly to his face, and soon the
deer lay in its death struggles before him.
The ringing report of his rife, as echoing
far and wide through the dense wood had
not died away, when he distinctly heard the
clicking of gun. at all tunes not very
pleasant to the ears. He instinctively turn
ed his gaze in that direction. when he dis
covered within few PAGES of him, with RI
he in hand which he was slowly raising to
his face, and grinning demonlike all the
while, tall Indian, painted in all his
fantastic war dress. At last the savage
brought the rife to bear on the young man
and casting his eye along the barrel, was a.
bout to fre-but seeming to think that was
too easy death to kill him right away. he
took the rife down again and looked with
hellish leer at his victim. Then seeming
as if determined to slay him and be done
with it, he quickly brought his rifle to his
face. Murdant shut his eyes, and crossing
his arms, prepared to meet his fate with
firmness, and stood expecting every second
to be pierced with bullet, whena ball sud
denly whistled by his ear, and loud report
completely deafened him for awhile. A loud
piercing yell rang out on the air, and the
Indian Ieaped high into the air, and fell for
ward; and at the same moment he heard the
familiar tones, Of Mike, saying: Faith
be jabbers, and it's me ownself Michael
O'Flannagan, that did that thing nately, be
St. Patrick, l did, and turning around
Murdant saw the faithful Mike standing
with his smoking gun in his hand and sm
ling pleasantly on the scene. My faithful
fellow, l again owe you my life, and be as
sured that will never be remiss in showing
you my gratitude;' and as he spoke he
grasped the honest hand of the sprout o
Erlns green isle with fervent grip
Masther Murdant, don't talk of showing
gratitude to me. Bejabbers an I'll be afthe
thrashing the man that says Iwouldn't do tina
same thing again, faith WILL But let's Sc,
this ugly carkis, thin take a quarther of tha
fine buck, and thin be afther Citing home.'-
The two approached the PROSTATE savage, anC
to their surprise the form moved. Mike pla
cling his hands under the arms of the savage
dragged him up and sat him reclining agains
a tree. AS soon as his position was fixed tC
suit Mike, the savage opened his eyes, nov
fast closing under the influence of deatF
though flashing with fendshness, revenge
and the deepest, bitterest and most unforgyin
hate still shone therefrom on the two Voun!
men; and summoning all his sinking energy
he spoke thus: Dog! Scoundrel! Villain!
am cheated of my revenge; but to let yo
know that | even now hate you, defy and spi
upon you, Til make myself known to you.-
You have thwarted me in my plans; my life
fast ebbing and | will die in forest and in
foreign land. Oh! God! its hard-but I'll
nothing Murdant Melville, you are vil!air
deep dyed scoundre, and will tell you 81
to my last breath, will hiss it in your teetf
Just as sure and his voice became almost inal
dible and the stream, of blood which had bee
heretofore running slowly gushed forth fro
large hole in his left breast, as my name i
-, and before he ended the sentence
slightly gasped and expired. At the cor
mencement of his words, Murdant and Nil
were completely astonished to hear the En-
lish language issue unbroken from the mou
of the apparent savage. AS he proceede
Murdant started and gazed long and earnest
, into the countenance OF the savage !; and VIII,
. he breathed his last, and the soul had quit
its earthly tenement, Murdant ran to a SIN;
, streamlet which meandered through the WOO
and ordering Nike to do the same, filled the
l hunting caps with the limpd water, and W
again quickly at the side of the man, washi
!, the paint and oil from his counlenance.
| astonishment knew no bounds, when the m,
: amorphose was complete. Mike was first
break the silence: Be me faith, if that be;
. the same fellow that got me into the dificul
with them same red skin niggars, sure it is.
Murdant only uttered the two words I
! fred BAsngIy'-and turned from the corps
Z while tears stood in his eyes. Mike too "
l. grieved at the young mans unlucky fate, t
|, sind nothing. At the command of Murda
f Mike proceeded to take from the still Wa
" deer quarter, and shoudering their guns til
, left the spot where such singular scene /
= transpired.