East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1859-08-18
rpa,sas EAST SAGINAW, MICHIGAN, AUGUST Is, 1859

and careered about with the vigor OF a
colt In few moments he took the lead.
| glanced at Carl, and that same meaning
smile curled his lip; his brow darkened,
and seemed to keep in the centre, then his
lips grew rigid, and his entire features APP
peared moulded in iron. Barclay had
scarce reached the top of the hill-6fty
wards in our advance-when he uttered a
loud shout, unslinging his rife, loosened
the coil Of his lariat and dashed away.
Sure enough, there upon the plain be-
low us, scarce half mile away, and plain
ly discernable in the moonlight, was a
herd of what appeared to be thousands of
their darklinS forms, running at slow
pace towards an eastern point of the range
as is their ptactice when storm is antici-
pated in the night. r
A wild shout burst from all our lips
all but one, Carl Wayland. He had fixed
his gaze only upon Roger Barclay, now
an hundred rods in advance and from his
clenched lips he uttered in deep tone ::
"Now, then, for my time
As these words reached my ears, l
trembled in my stirrups. A heavy pre-
sentiment came over me of something
terrific about to happen; not that L
thought Carl capable, even in moments
of anger or instances of wrong, of doing a
wilful crime, still with my gaze fixed
steadfastly upon the hunter, l entirely
forgot the sport.
The instant Wayland had discovered
the course of the game, he veered off to
the right, as if to intercept their path,
while the others followed the trail of the
Missourian, who had dashed straight for
the foremost Of the herd.
Following close upon the trail Of Carl,
watched the progress of events. We
were nearing the point of their crossing
the range; Barclay was within few yards
of the leader-a tremendous black fell
low, with huge top not. He raised his
lariat over his head, and aimed it with
fatal precision. Carl was within thirty
yards; his steed suddenly drew up, and
the rangers rife came to his shoulder
The lariat was thrown; its coil flashed
through the moonlight and encircled the
buffalo's head In the same instant of
time Carls rifle cracked. The bullock
plunged forward upon its knees, and the
Missourian, snatched by the sudden jerk
of the lasso, pitched forward over his
horses head
I reined in and closed my eyes with
horror heard the human thunder
clouds sweep by me-heard the report of
several rifles their wild shouts of triumph
and then faintness of several mo-
ments came over me. When | again re-
covered consciousness, | saw the flying
herd in the distance, while three of their
number lay upon the prairie. But be-
fore me was gathered our circle of friends
around some object of interest. | at
once recognized the Missourian. then
heard the voice of Carl say:
''The fool held too tight on his lasso;
he was pitched from his horse; but he's
only stunned"
''Thank Godl" was my mental excla-
nation; but the thought had scarcely
formed itself in mymind, when one of the
men cried:
"No, no, Carl look here That's the
whole print of his horses foot right on the
top of his head; his skull is smashed inr
Carl Wayland started back, and grew
pale as death. His eyes, as he raised
them upward, seemed starting from their
sockets; then glancing round with a
startled air, they rested on me- The col
or came and went with fearful rapidity.
He strobe forward to where | still sat
motionlcss upon my horse; and, laying
his heavy hand upon my thigh, he said,
in a deep, hoarse, threatening voice:
II didn't mean to do it; fore heaven /
didn't I shot the bbff'lcr only to give
the skunk a fall; but, great God | didn't
mean to kill him."
OF this was perfectly conscious; and
sad as the affair was, it was beyond my
power to remedy it. The rest, in the ex-
citement, did not see the act, and knew
no motive for it, and, in truth, from the
bad odor of the mau, and believing it to
be an accident, they did not grieve much.
Roger Barclay found an untimely grave
in the prairie, on the spot where he fell.-
1t was late when the last rite was per-
formed, and the skins of the buffaloes had
been secured, and when we returned to
camp, all laid down from our wearied la
bors and fatigue, to sleep. Il
When we awoke in the morning, Carl
Wayman was nowhere to be found; he
had gone, no one knew where, nor could
they guess the reason The secret was
known but to myself--that secret of the
HUNTERs Fatal RusE
A RIcu BILL OF FARE. The following
is the bill Of fare at the Surf House, Fire
Island, which a cotemporary suggests, re-
minds one of DoesticlSs' famous beer pro-
gramme:--
Our food consists Of fish and clans, oys-
tiers, Holsters, fish chowdcr, clam chowder.
oysters fried, roasted, boiled and slowed,
and raw; roasted clans, stwed clans, fish
and CLAIMS, fish and oysters, oysters and
and fish, fish and CLAIMS, and clans and
fish, oysters and CLAIMS, clans and oysters
and fish; Holsters and CLANS, and clans,
Holsters, oysters and Holsters, and Holsters
aud oysters; Holsters and fish and Holsters,
and Fish.
PRrNcELy.---Newly married men always
feel rich. Money is of no account A
couple were tied in Euclid the other day. |