Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1859-07-07

might make sure Of him. There l have
him now-exactly behind the left shoul
der. Norton, shall pull?" ....
mo, no, tell you no! Should there
be any Indians about, your rifle cracl
would be sure to call them. Have yor
forgotten the foot mark ? 'Tis warning
that should not be disregarded. Our live.
are worth more than dead elk"
This answer seemed to carry conviction
with it. With sight, which showed how
great was the sacrifice, Ierrick dropped
the butt Of his rife heavily upon the
ground. The animal still advanced, but
not as before. A feeling Of insecurity had
spread throughout the troop; every nos
tril was expanded to the breeze, every eye
on the watch, and every ear open to drink
in the least sound Of danger. Herricl
again lifted his rife. He grasped its bar
rel with his left hand, and the finger agair
strained the trigger. Slowly, and almos
unconsciously, he raised it to his cheek
and brought the n,uzzle to bear upon the
leader. .".'- o ... .
" Norton, did you ever see such antlers
lie is not ten yards off. do think there
can not be much danger" r.
His voice, though suppressed, reached
the ear Of the already startled beast
Instantly his nose was raised higher, ant
his eve rested upon the spot from whence
the sound proceeded.
'"There there! Norton, he sees us. By
/ Heaven! he is turning away we have nt
i provisions shall starye to. morrow
] He Is starting" #..'. ". ' ."
/ Crack! The sharp report OF the rife
rang through the woods. The singing O
the bullet was heard, and the noble beast
fell forward on his knees. The effect upon
the rest Of the herd was electrical A,
first they crowded round the wounded lead
er, snorting loudly; then, apparently com
pretending his fate, they secured off owe,
the hills. The deserted beast sprang up
and rushed mady forward in the direction
they had taken; the leaps grew less and
less; one more bound, he landed on his
feet-his legs tottered-,hey yielded under
| him, and he fell in the edge Of the thicke,
with the death quiver running through his
limbs.
"Hurrah! there's elk meat for you,'
shouted Herrick, drawing his dirk.
He thrust the bushes apart with the
breech Of his rife, bounded through them
sprung over the dead logs, and in mo.
ment reached the spot where the beast lay
| "Twas the act of fool" muttcred
Norton, as he slowly prepared to follow
Yet the temptation was strong, aid
there's but blood in that young frame
Perhaps, had they stopped much longer
L. too, should have done the same"
Thus, half musiug'y, half speaking, be
slowly advanced to the edge of the thcket
Here be paused and keenly surveyed the
prairie before ventur,g from the woods
Nothing was to be seen, and he was in the
act Of stepping out, when his ear was ar
rested by sharp sound, as of n dead twig
breaking beneath the thread of an amin al
As quick as thought he crouched, and
peeped through the bushes, scanning with
sharp eye every shrub and every tree
trunk around him. His fear had been
awakened, and the recklcssness Of his
young companion, in discharging his rife
had increased his wa,chtuluess. Every.
thing however, was quiet, and he was pre-
pairing to rise from bis conceament, when
his attention was arrested by an nnsual
quivering Of the leaves of small bush at
short distance, overgrown with wild pea
vine. He drew closes to his hiding place
Presently the bush shook violently: the
dark painted head Of an Indian, complete
ly armed, emerged to view. With snake
like silence he stole from tree to tree,
slowly winding his way towards Herrick
But though he moved with all the in
stinctiye craft Of his people, he was under
the eye Of one whom many years spent in
these wilds had rendered fully his equal
Inch by inch he moyed-the hunter did
the same. Whenever he paused and look.
ed around, Norton crouched to the earth
and again as he crept cautiously for.
ward the white followed Some time had
been consumed, and Herrick was impa-
tiently looking about for his companion.
The Indian watched him 70. an instant,
then, rising behind the trunk Of large
linden tree, fitted an arrow to his bow
There was no time to be lost. Norton
sprang to his feet The noise of the
motion caught the ear Of the Indian. He
turned, but too late. He had but time to
see the hunters yager pointed at his body
ere n stream of fire poured from its
mouth. Its sharp report rang through the
woods, aud the wild scream Of tho war
rior, as he leapet in the air, announced
that its bullet had been death messen-
ger.
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than 'p:'
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one tablespoonful OF ginger, one table,
spoonful Of mace, two eggs, one table.
spoonful Of soda.