Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1857-11-12

GUS. KARL, THE R0BBER.
A THRILLING ADVENTURE.

In the summer of 1882, I was engaged with
voupg man named Lyman Kent, in locating
land lots, along the Wabash, in Indiana |
had gone out partly for the benefit of my
health, and partly to accommodate one who had
been noble friend to me, and one who had
purchased great deal of government land
At LogansDort he was taken sick, and and af
fer watching him week, in hopes that lie
would soon recover found that he had set
tied fever, and as the physicians said that he
would not be able to move under a month, /
determined to move OR alone. So | obtained
q GOOD nurse, and having seen that my friend
would have everything necessary to his comfort
that money could procure, l left him.
As good luck would have it, found party
Of six men bound on the very route was go
ing, and | waited one day for the sake Of their
company. At length we set out, with three
pack horses to carry our luggage, and | soon
found that / had lost nothing by waiting,
4 for nv companions were agreeable and enter
tanning
On the the third day from Logansport, we
4 reached Watou's settlement, on the Little
4 River. having left the Wabash on the morning
8 Of that day.
About ten o'clock, just after | had retired
E and iucSt as ] was falling into a grateful
browse, was startled by the shouts Of men
and the barking of dogs, directly under my
window. As the noise continued, | arose and
+ threw on my clothes, and went down.
\ "Ah-don't you know the trouble ?" the
host returned You've heard of Gus. Karl,
perhaps ?"
Who in the West at that time had not
heard Of him ?-the most reckless, daring,
and murderouS robber, that ever cursed a cOun-
Try | told the host | had heard Of him
often
VI We'll" he resumed, "the Internal villain
was here only this afternoon, and murdered
and robbed q man just up the river. We've
been out after him, but he's gin us the slip
We tracked him as far as the upper creek,
and there he came out on the bank, fired at
a, u.s. aud killed one of our horses, and then
drove into the woods We set the dogs Oh.
but they lost him."
What sort of a man is he 2" / asked.
The very last man in the world you would
take for Gus Karl He's small, not a bit
over five feet six with light curly hair, q
smooth white face, and very stout. But, Lord
love ye, he's qiuck as lightning, and his eyes
got hre in it. He dresses in all sorts of shapes
5lt generally like a common hunter. Oh |!
neS the very devil, ] do believe"
After the tub full of whiskey, which the
most provided, was all drank, the crowd began
10 dSpeTse, and shortly afterwards, | went up
Again to bed and this time | slept on, undis-
Iafoed, until morning.
had just eaten my breakfast, and had gone
oaL to the door, when horseman came dash
ing up the place, himself and his animal all
covered with mud. The first thing the new
oleF said, was to inquire for me. | answered
L, once to the name-and he then Informed
.e That Lyman Kemp could not live, and
'"a' lie wished to see me as soon as possible J!
The doctor says he must die" said the
rss'tenger, " and the poor fellow only asks to
"e long enough to see you"
Poor Lyman ~ / murmured to myself
80 young-so hopeful-with so many friends
.ll -, lond relatives in his far off homeland
.IAeh down to die in strange land" told
r-s man would set on my return, as soon as
D~oIe lie ate some breakfast and then re-
pn9a 60 bis journey, being bound up as far as
,Fotawattomie border.
settled up my bill and then went for my
use but bitter disappointment awaited
Bon lound the animals foot swollen very
,ay 4yy' and it panied him so that he could not
f.U ~ Ca IT, Had the road been good, | should
b.t oeen tempted to try him but / knew
ro.l ~ some places the mud would be deep.
snS Sn' 10 the host and asked him if he could
sell horse. lie could do neither. -