M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1861-02-21
Misttllanrous.
TIE HUNTERS LAST SHOT,
A TALE OF AN OLD MANS REVENGE.


To see an old hunter or trapper in
his buckSkin garb armed with rifle,
knife and tomahawk, is not a very
unusual thing in the city of St. Louis,
for that town is the head quarters of
the North Western Fur Company, and
the names Of the Chateau. Aubre7's,
&C., are historically fixed thereto.
some Wv years age, | was sitting
in the reading room of the Virginia
Hotel there, convcrsing with a gen.
tleman on business, when an old man
dressed and completely armed DIS a
hunter or trapper is when in his ac.
customsd wilds, entered end INFINITELY
scanned the features Of every Dne pres.
ert. lie was evidently quite old, and
very thin, and feeble, looking as if be
had recently risen from a couch Of
sickness! Yet his dark eye beamed
brightly, even fiercely in its sunken
socket, and his erect form seemed to
struggle against the mortal darkness
which parvaded it.
The old man shook his head as he
finished his gaze around the room and
muttsring in a low voice, The cuss is
not hege! he turned away.
Having finished nv business, | also
left and went to the Planters House
where | boarded. When | arrived ,Jt
lacked but few minutes of dinner
time ard the guests were gathering in
the sitting.room waiting for a gong to
sound. had just entered when the
old hunter, who had before attracted
my attention also came in, aad as be.
fore commenced an inspection ofsvery
GouEtenance. '......
Suddenly his eve flashed with a fire
more fierce than ever saw glow in
human face before, and lie strobe up
to young fellow who bore the name
of being the most daring bupter of
North. West Company, of which he
was trading agent when on the hunt,
and the most reckless gambler and
widest bauchee of the crowd when he
was IN the city. His name was
Auguste st. Vrain. Only three days
before had seen him on Blody IslsnJ
in theriver opposite to st. Lonis, stand
at ten PAGES against one of the best
shots in the city, and not q nerve
tremblod, nor did his face pale, but he
winged his man as colly as if he
had been shooting at a bird. Yet
nov, when that old man stepped up
before him, and he caught a glance Of
his fierce eye, his courage and pres
encs Of mind seemed utterly to fail
him, and trembling, while the old
mans voice, loud and clear as a bugle,
rang in bis ear
Il have sought you long. Auguste
St. Vrain and found you. Remember
Edele!' o. , .,
AS he spoke, the omrious click Of
the old mans rifle was heard. As.
tonished into silence the crowd drew
to either side, while st. Vrain tearing
his shirt bosom open and said in q low
hopeless tone:
Fire old man | deserve itp
The old hunter had scarce waited
for the word, For before St. Vrain's
last word was spoken, the bullet from
the old hunters rife had passed thr'o
his heart. He sank a corpse 20 the
floor murmuring only one word 'Edele.
The old mar stood and gazcd on the
body a moment then he mnttered, 1T
is right have fired my last shoH'
In a moment he was seized - he
made no resistanee--and hurried of
to prison. AS | was then practising
attorney in tbeh courts of that city,
ieelingia syn2athy for the old man, /
avaied lny. Se53;ces. He received lae
calmly and Kindly. but his voice was
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