Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1855-05-19

pOSSlDle lO Save yOu-l nave nv tOfnA-
hawk-I can cut this tree through-I
CAN
"Can you cure wounds like these ~
Tom interrupted him, and pointed with
his hand to bis thigh. 1t was . terrible
sight, and the brother fell upon his
knees, with q groan.
al cannot murder you," be gently
said.
"And do you call that murder \ Oh,
Bill" he continued, "could you only
fancy the pain | am now suffering, you
would take compassion-would not let
me beg in vain"
Il will give you q rife: don't make
me my brother murderer, !" Bill groansd.
My right arm is also broken; I can
not even if | would"
Tom. the powerful man sobbed, a.
ne threw himself by his brothers side,
what is it you want of mel"
What did you lately do to Nsstor
when the bear had torn him 20 terribly
Il shot him."
a. He was your favorite dog"
Bill only answered with sobs.
And you loved him more than me Z"
Tom now asked, almost reproachfully.
Oh! why did not heed your warn
ing when we last night reached this un-
happy spotf Why did 1 not avoid the
decayed trees that threatened us on oil
Sides Way
| Bill. the unhappy man interrupted
hun, do you mean to free me from my
| tortureS 2"
@ will :" the poor fellow sobbed on
his brothers neck. They held one An
| other IN cold embrace for long while,
but when Tom tried to unloose his hold,
his brother only held him the tighter.
Day at length broke in the east, and the
sun shone on the chaos of wildly.scat-
tered trees around.
Let us part" Tom whispered: "bs
a man,"
Well, then, be it so. l see you are
right. 1t is impossible to save you. I
know, too, that | should have asked the
same OF you in O similar case and you
would not have refused me. Pray to
God for the last time, and pray too for
me, that he may forgive me the the mur-
der Of my brother"
Bill tottered away to fetch his rife.
but he returned in a few moments with
4 firm and certain step. With his gun
in his hand, he swung himself with his
right hand over the shattered trunks,
and soon stood again by the side of his
brother who locked afiectionately in his
face.
Il am ready" said the latter, with a
smile, ''dO not trem6lc, and God reward
you for your kindness-good bye! :"
lie offered him his hand as he turned
away his face.
Brother the tortured brother cried.
in agony, and threw himself again on his
breast. Once again they held each other
in close embrace, till Tom entreated
gently, "Do not delay any longer" With
a hasty bound the hunter stood on bus
feet, raised his rife to his cheek. and Law
the next moment unconscious by the
side Of the brother he had shot.
What more have to tell2 Shall Z
describe how he awoke, and piled branch
upon branch on his brothers CORPS, 50
that the wolf and panther might not
tasten their greedy teeth in the beloved
remains how he tottered away and
wrestled with death for many months in
the wild dreams Of fever, carefully nursed
by kind friendSl No! enough of this
sorrowful tale. His brothers. blood-csv-
cred face did not long trouble him in his
| nightly dreams, or cause him to springin
terror from his bed, and try to hy. On
an expedition against some pIundsrins
Creeks compassionate bullet put an
end TO his life, and kind friends buried
him where he fell. But his memory is
still retained in that neighborhood, and
when hunter camps at night, and turns
an enquiring glance towards the giant
trunks which menacingly surround him.
then a gentle prayer ofeven the toughest
and widest Of the band arises and whis-
pers, ''God preserve me from poor Toms
fate"