White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1858-06-10
WHITE CLOUD, KANSAS, THURSDAY, JUNE 10, 1858.

Allscot in establishment. "As 1 live,
will labor with You increasingly to hunt
him from the face of the EARTH"
Have you not heard of him 90 asked
Conyers, while his voice grew vet more
hoarse with emotion. Have YOU not
heard of that bloody renegade, Robert
Harrison, whose name is a bY-word of
cruel and hellish deeds But leave him
to me. Should you ever behold him,
spafe him for that certain hour Of reck-
oning with me which shall surely come.
My heart tells me that 1 have not long to
live, that l must soon gloriously fall in
the service of my country but / feel a
presentiment within me, strong and I'M
shaken, that 1 shall not sink into that
welcome rest TO which l go, before my
hand has struck down that fiend in human
form, who has made me the heartless
monrner that l am. Twice have sought
him out in battle, and twice has he escaped
my sword but when we meet again,
there is something in my heart that tells
me he shall die. The hope-of that hour
has sustained me until now. But for this,
and the tender years of my children, that
claim fathers care and protection,
would long since have laid down a life
which is but burden, But enough of
this. Mike. Ishall detain you no longer.
God guard you, and restore you safe to
the camp. Be wary, be vigilant, and
throw not yourself into the way of dan
ger. Farewell, my brave boy, shall feel
i'll at ease, until you return again"
Pressing the hand of his comrade,
Conyers turned his horses head and de-
parted. Michael paused and gazed after
him as he rode away, bearing himself
proudly on his bounding charger, as
though no ravening sorrow few with him
on his course.
"Alas poor Conyers," muttered he
as he turned to leave the spot. CAS-
gentle as the dove, but as brave as the
lion; the smile of Eden is ever upon his
brow, while its serpent is gnawing at his
heart" Thus soliloquizing. he turned
away with saddened brow, and pro-
ceeded at quiet pace until he had cleared
the crazy bridge which SPAWNED the river
and picked his way along the rotten and
broken causeway which led through the
oozy swamp; and then giving the rein to
his horse, he plunged into the long dense
forest through which his route lay.
1t was already past the hour Of noon
when he separated from Conyers, and
fearing lest night might overtake him be-
fore he reached the end of his journey,
he permitted his noble steed to measure
over the ground with rapid strides. He
had not gone far, however, before the
heavens gave tokens of an approaching
storm, by signs which might indeed have
passed unnoticed by a careless observer,
but which one so attentive as Michael
could not but remark and interpret Alright.
The wind, which had slept for the last
twenty four hours, began to spring up
from the east, in short, ftful puffs, and |
casting his glance to the westward, dull
hazy atmosphere Just upon the horizon
taught him ere many hours should elapse
to look for one of those violent gales to
which the Southern country is so subject |
about the incoming Of Autumn. Mean
time the declining sun was kindling up
one-half the heavens,
mot as in northern elimes obscnrely bright,
Bot in one eloudless blaze or gloriO6s light"
But accustomed as he was to all the
signs of the heavens, the deceitful glare
of the burning sun did not lead him to
err in his representations. Anxious to
reach his journeys end before the antici-
pated storm should burst upon him, he
checked not the speed of his willing horse,
but suffered him. unchecked by the rein,
and feetly to scud along the
narrow bride path that wound through
the forest.
The eye of the brave young trooper
grew bright. and pleasing fancies nestled
around his heart, as he hastened away
from the toll and confinement Of the
camp, to meet once more the beautiful
and idolized Dora Singleton.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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