The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-07-10

,roin MS pelt, that looked n,arvellously like
human scalps, completed his equipments.
After We, had gslloped on some time in
silence, he Suddenly observed, Stranger, did
you ever shoot an lngenl' 'No,'iI replied,
I never did but if | can catch the rascal
that killed my mustang, / hope to have that
satlsfaclionn Said he, why its real pleas
ure to tumble over one of them yellow dev
lis! How often kavc waylaid their paths.
for whole days and nights, living upon moth
ing but dried venison, and exposed to all
kinds OF weather, just to get one pop at tho
varmints, and thought myself well paid,
when had Knocked over Struggling rascal,
and taken a little thing, like these (pointing
to the scalps that hung at his belt) from the
top Of his head! Ibelieve am getting us.
ed TO il, though, now said he, for (and he
sighed TO think how callous he was becom
ing) it don't stir me up like it did at
first, when | drew a, bead upon ain Ingeu,
and see him pitch headforemost from his
horse upon the ground. Then l used to
jump out of my hiding place, and whirl mr.
gun around my head aud shout till my breati
was gone, and stamp upon them with nv
fee; and tear the sralpS from their heads !:
but now, though | ike to kill Ingens as
much rs ever, am getting soSter used TO it.
and never take on SO. All, stranger. land
he sighed again how | envy you your first
Ingeur
| looked at the man in astomisliment as he
spoke thus, and for the first time observed
that wild alld restless expression of tie eye,
which usually denotes an unsettled intellect.
My suspicious were confirmed, when after a
short silence, he said:
Stranger, my name is Nathan Puckett.
all the way from the oil North State. l'h
a remote circumstance know, and can't
read nor write pen writing; but when il
comes TO Ingen-fghting. You can set mo
down for seven chances ~
Wishing to humm him "a little, / asked
him why it was he had such hatred to the
indians. But not seeming to notice the
question he continued:
Here Of late they have got in the habit
of killing off whole gangs OF Ingens at once
that's a waste, and if ther keep it up, shall
soon have to remove further west. People
ought to be more economical Of 'em. Kill
one or two occasionally along, as do, and
then let 'eln rest spell, and the sport
wouldn't be so soon over. make it pm,
never to average more than two full grown
lngens a month; and if other folks would
do the same, and not go in great crowd-
and drive 'em into the crooks Of rivers, and
kill 'em off by hundreds at time, they
would last for years to come. o.! its Srca,
waste ''7 "
:-fter short silence. seemingly runina-
I ting upon the great consumption of the raw
material Of which he had been speaking he
resumed s ..''. ..- ...
Now If was only one Of them great lords
have heard tell of in the 'Old Country
and had one Of their big Parks, do YOU think
I'd stock it with deer and sich like game
Yes, I'd have them too, but rather reckon
Ingens would be the most plenty. Then CIV
cry morning after breakfast, III throw my
rifle on my shoulder, take turn or SO round
the premises, knock over Kickapoo, and
if ] felt right Ingenfed, perhaps half grown
Waco, and 10y that time Id have an appetite
for dinner. After dinner couple of Tonke.
was, and Lipan or SO, would amusc me ill
| night; and then, if their eyes would only
shine, I'd give 'cm a small turn at fire hun
ting. Whoop wouldn't that be sport
strangerY
Apparently much elated by this little cf
fort at castle building, he put spurs to hi.
horse, and dashed OF at so rapid a rate, that
i found considerable difficulty in keeping up
with him. Gradually, however, as the ex.
eitement wore off, he slackcned his pace, and
repeating the question had asked him few
moments before, namely, why it was he had
such hatred to the Indian race, he replied
Strange, they killed p,y fathe::, ;;; ;Sy moth,
er, my brothers and sisters, and they would
have murdered me too, if l had not been
preserved 10y Providence to revenge their
deaths. III never forget that day, stranger
In the morning had started out TO Kill
/ some meat. and when i had lef. home, my
little brothers and sisters we playing in the
yard poor old mother was in the house
reading in the Bible to my gray haired faith
er, and everything looked so peaceful anc
quiet When come back, the smoke wa.
risen from the spot where my home hat
stood, and near BY lay the bodies Of my mur
dered father, mother, brothers and sisters.
was alone in the world. For long Tim,
afterward, WANT exactly right here, sait
he, (apping his head, ) and even now wher
Ingens is sca'ce, and don't git my regla
number, I'm mighty fiighty at tines
In short tune we overlook the rest o
tho patty, who we,e busily engaged in try
ing to recover the trail Of the Indians, whicl
lpassing at the point over hard rocky prai
rie, had become totally invisible, at least 4
our unpracticed eyes. And now il was tina
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