St. Charles Republican intelligencer. (St. Charles [Charles City], Iowa) 1856-1857, 1856-08-14

j of hell, how wilt thou vex poor hu
manity When thou takest upon thee
the habiliments of religion, or hides
!, thysef under the mantle of friendship
thou art demon, no less. In all thy
shapes, in all thy phases, thou bringes
] sorrow and a most cruising misery
!, upon the offspring of the dust. Il
. there no exorcism that will allay thee
thou fiend ? Avaunt away,sback t.
: thy sulphurous cavern. "Trouble III
not before the time"
i CHAPTER III. ~
i We left Dunstan, as the reader
will recollect, flying like the winf
from his savage pursuers. Before
morning, believing himself safe from
pursuit, he halted, turned Bayart
loose to feed and rest his weary limbs
and then partaking Of his hunter
fare, stretched himself upon the prai
rie to sleep, and prepare himself fol
the fatigues of the morrow. He was
soon fast in the embraces of the slumb
er, and dreaming that he was enga
ged in a desperate hand to hand strug
gle for life with powerful Grow In
dian, who was smeared with oil from
head to heel. His adversary had the
advantage, for when he had seized
him and was about to dash him to the
ground, he would invariably slip from
his grasp. The Indian at length pre-
vailed, and was about to rob him Of
his scalp, when the unpleasantness of
the idea Of going home without that
important covering awoke him. Open
ing his heavy eyes, with a start, in
stead of seeing an Indian in the act Of
carrying a knife about his temples,
the first object that met his sight was
Bayard, who was playfully making
sundry passes at his nose. Not feel
ing in magnetic mood, he ordered the
Operator" away, and turning upon
the other side, again abandoned him.
self to sleep. Now he dreamed, not
of creased Indian, but Of lola, whom
he pictured in a thousand predica-
! ments, not one Of which suited him.
At one time she was hurrying away
upon a wild prairie horse, at speed
unheard of before in the annals of
race riding and jockeying. The ia
nous ride of Gilpin would scarcely
preface such an one. Nothing short
of Byron's Mazeppa would afford a
parallel, and even that would require
little coloring. At length-and this
spoils the romance of the whole per-
formance--the steed stumbles, and she
is thrown-not into a body Of clear
water, to prevent her from sustaining
any injury by the fall, no, not even
into the mud, for the same purpose, as
she should have been in a decent
dream, but, oh I! opprobrium of roman
ces, disgrace of thrilling tales into
a heavy and unprecedented growth of
briars,-r thorns-not feathers
He awokc again, as he ought, and
went to sleep better.
And now he reamed she was in the
hands of the Blackfeet Indians, who
were about to roast her much in the
style of a pig barbecue. But the
fuel was decidedly wet and refused to
burn, protracting her tortures in a
most shocking manner, after the style
of the martyr Ridley. When the
broiling process was about half COM
pleted, the sleeper sprang to his feet.
The sun rode high in the heavens.
Bayard, having eaten his fill, had also
laid himself down to rest, at short
distance from his master.
Making a hearty breakfast, despite
his unpleasant dreams, upon dried
venison, he again addressed himself to
his journey. He was now in a dan
gerous neighborhood, that part of the
country infested by the Crows, a tribe
of Indians celebrated for their cruel
ties and want of faith. Mounted up
on fleet horses they secured the coun-
try, committing their depredations up
on the weak and defenceless Of other
tribes, and also upon the white hunter
and trapper.
About noon Dunstan imagined he
could perceive at a great distance a
body Of these wild and lawless free
hooters coming directly towards him.
Still, he was not quite certain that
they were not a party Of the Arch
cras or Shiennes, who were on the
most amicable terms with the whites.
He changed his course little, strik-
ing more to the northwest to avoid
| them. but to his alarm he perceived
that they continued to advance, to
wards him. The truth could be no
longer doubted. They had deserted
him, and with hideous yells, and a
most dare devil speed, We're now fast
lessening the distance, that lay De.
tween them. He was well persuaded
that their intentions were anything
but pacific. Once in their power, he
1 could hope for no mercy. "A Inger-
| ing death would be his fate. Hence
there remained no alternative but
flight. and the skillfulness with which
he used his weapons.
! Having examined his pistols, and
grasping his trusty rifle, he gave
/ Bayard the rein, and sprang away
across the prairie with the speed ol
thought. 1t was desperate race fol
life, and headlong pursuit. They
were now upon the outskirts of prai
] RE, and there was nothing to present
any obstacle to impede their speed