The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-08-04

his companion, when the latter discovered
that he was carrying something in his arms.
s"What is that you ar huggin' thar" in.
quired he. .... -....
"It is my cub" replied the Englishman.
"In the States / can easily sell him for a
young negro, and the proceeds will par
tally remunerate ME for this trip"
"You amt sartinly stole the mothers pa.
poosel" said Harry, with some surprise.
ayes, I have" muttered Murtel, bitterly,
"d----n her, she will never miss it-oi
that am certain" ,.... 1. i..'-,.,....-',f
"Look gar, Ned" said Harry, his voice
growing husky with rising passion, sit wur
mean enough in US to clar out, 'thout ad.
din to it by stealin' the mothers baby,
rdhd I consider this trick ekill to the wusl
an Ingin could ddo.p a L ,#a1
"Don't waste your sympathy" replied
Murtel; "lts mother is not likely to euer
again feel much sorrow at its loss. Curse
it, he continued as the child broke forth
in a. plain tive vail, ''if it fayors me with
much of this music, will throw 1t Into the
stream" a---' o. 'z41 1Hlss
"Thar is suthin more in your talk than
can understand" said Harry. "What was
that fire | jest now saw in the valley afor
you cum up!"" ~
[. at was our hut" answered his coftipan.
ion. ..... ,,..s ,.s-. .;>,a 4; .l.4,s,. < /,
a,"Fired by the womenn' exclaimed Har-
ry; "then they ar after us, and will never
give up the chase as long as you hold oh to
that young 'un," ~ eoi rs.sr
vs. "Ah3ah ah" bitterly laughed his COM
panion,r 81 have prevented their dogging our
footsteps further. E
"Hoo?" inquired Harry, his hands clench-
ed with excitement. sef a.. aa 4ss5l
"By passing my knife into their bodies,
and then firing up the hut" replied Murtel.
ri gave them a spy's doom" .a...ftI
"DogE' shouted the infuriated Kentucki-
an, "you deserve fifty deaths for uch vol
fish act--by the mother that gin me life, 1
swar you shan't travel with me--you are a
white e-hearted dog i, .s.tss 81
"Take care what you say" replied Muir
tel; MISREPRESENTATION counsels us to be
friends--Be careful that we do not become
enemies" n ...,...,I
That's jest what l. want to be- cried the
Kentuckian; ''your enemg to death! You
cowardly william, to GO and put your mean
knife into the'heart of my poor Kou-aa--see
now CT you kin keep mine out of your own.
Put down that child, you wolf;or I'll cover
it with its fathers dirty blood"
In an instant narry's knife was out o. lis
sheath. Murtel, wrapping his robe around
the child, threw it into the branches of
wild sage bush, and the two trappers, with
drawn knives, in darkness, and far from the
possibility of interposition, met here in a
death grapple. At the first dash Murtel
plunged his knife through the Kentuckians
robe; and the latter, seizing his hand. held it
there; the former, clinging with his other
hand to Harty's hunting shirt, prevented
him also from using his weapon. While
thus struggling in the darkness; both filled
with deadly rage, they forgot that they were
contending upon the brink of precipice;
but Murtel soon became aware of double
peril-with his right limb he in vain sought
for atootholN,-he a was hanging over the
dark chasm. and his ear could clearly dis
tinguish the sound Of the flood beneath
The discovery made him relax his hold, and
the next instant the, Kentuckian drove his
knife through his b3dy. He clung with
death-gripe to Harry, endeavorlng to drag
him with him into the yawning abyss; but
the latter, grasping cleft in therock, shook
him off, and the hsartlcss assassin sunk with
a scream of anguish, into the dark and bub-
bling waters beneath. =, -a ,gas4 p I'd
An awful silence prevailed after this SAN
Culinary encounter' and Harry stood like a
statute amid the gloom, listening, bat no
further sounds came UP from the depths save
the-voices of the troubled stream. Low in
the valley the funeral pyre ofhis devoted and
loving Kou-na flashed up again, and at the
her kindnessi her tragic end, and
his own desolate and perilous situation, the
rude trapper sunk down and wept tears Of
bitter grief A slight wall from the bush
broke his sorrowful reverie, and, searching
out the orphan half-breed, he folded the lit
tie sDayligh to his bosom, with a hopeful
feeling, as if he thought his presence would
aid to Danish the night Of horrors which
overshadowed him. !. Morning soon gilded
the east, and, turning his face towards it, he
struck out.for the head waters Of the Arkan-
sas. 1F'S' ,''f-o.'' .,..3-,... ,s ~
After, many days of weary marching, he
fell upon the course of that stream, and fol-
lowed its wihdings. Atnight he would lie
down upon its banks, and, twining his arms
around his little charge, sleep soundly, re-
gardless of the howl of the distant wolf.2-
He never wearied of Ka-am, ard it seemed
as if the child had become conscious thathe
was its, sole surviving protector, The fire.,
qpency with which he met Indian signs up
on the border of the river filed his heart
with dread--he was in continual apprehen-
sion Of encountering some Of the Arapahoe
nation, who he knew would garry him back
to their tribe, discover the dark deed perpe-