Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1869-04-03

ting uneasy, and he commenced to r., a.
son with himself.
"Well, )" he muttcrcd, "this is strange,
! for he was never behind his time. II
is impossible that they have outwitted
him, for Eagle Plume was never caught
mapping. But thcy-somebody' COM
| ing, now. And he instantly spraug tc-
| hind tree.
| The footsteps came nearer, and Ned
pccped from behind his shelter, and
saw Eagle Plume coming toward the
oak. As he neared it Ned sprang forth,
and graspcd his Indian friouu by the
! hand, saying:
So you have come at last, chief, what
ma lc you 80 latc?"
" Yes, me glad to see white hunter,
and me have good news for him. re-
tlrned the Chief in very good English.
We'll what is it chic? Out with It,
for | want to know what it u.s." replied
Ned, impatiently.
/" Me tell all the cave of the had man
is KIN wn TO Eagle Plume. 1t is under
the Devils Rock they go to it by Il
rocky path. Eagle Plume can lead The
white hunter to it Me sec the bad man
on the edge OF the Devils Rock"
"G ood!n cried Ned. Give me your
hand, chief; | knew that you would
not fall and The two heartily clasped
hands. Now Ead me to their cave,
Eagle Plume,n said Ned
q No, me must have rest wait till
morning." replied the chief
Ned saw that he wanted rest, and
they returned to tie village, where they
$ ent tie night.
EIe the sun rose, the two friends went
on their way to the outlaws cave, hop
ing to get shot at Burton. After hard
travelling they reached the vicinity of
the Devils Rock. This was high ledge
that leaned far out over the bank, and y
fall from it would be certain death.
Anxiously the two hunters looked
and to their utmost establishment they
saw the outlaw chief seated upon a
large stone upon the rock his back was
turned towards them, but they knew
him by the plumed cap that he wore.
Ned drew up his rifle and in few mo-
merts more Burton would have been in
eternity; but Eagle Plume placed his
hand on the gun tube, and looking in
Ned's eyes, said
Don't shoot white hunter! Leave
him to Eagle Plume, for he murdered
Eagle Plumc's brother,-the White
Wolf, | want reveDge!o
"All right, chief" replied Ned. II
you want revenge take it, but make
your work sure"
down his rife, loosened his tomahawk
and scalping knife, and commenced to
crawl up towards Burton, who still sat
upon IL e rock unconscious of the pres
ence Of an enemy. Closer came Eagle
Plume; like snake he went. chen
he was within n few feet of Burton he
arose, gave ayell, and sprung forward
but his foot slipped, and Burton turned
and grappled with the chief. He soon
regained his footing, and there they
stood each trying to get his knife, but
was prevented by the other; Nearer to
the precipice they went. Finally Bur
ton loosened one hand to get his knife.
Plume seeing his advantage seized him
by the throat with grippe of iron
tighter and tighter he grpped. Burton
loOsened, his eyes became CLASSY, and
his face grew black. Eagle Plume now
drew his knife and drove it into Ralph
Burton's heart, and then laid his life
less body down. He soon scalped him
aad put the scalp in his belt he then
= raised tho body aad held 1t an instant
over the cliif
Thus perish all my enemies = he said
as he hurled the body above his head
, and over the awful precipice.
Crash! crash ! it went, until it reach.
ed the bottom, a mangled and shapoless
mass.
: The chief hastened back to the place
where he had left Ned, who had wit.
messed the fight. They returned to tho
village, and great was their rejoicing
when Eagle Plume showed them the
enemy's scalp.
A few days later, the remainder OF
the outlaws were smoked out of theil
den, and not one of them escaped to
boast that he belonged to Buttons
gang. Ever after that the people of
Clintonville he'd nothing to fear either
from outls We or Indians, for the fate OF
Burton and his men caused them t.
5 fear the vengeance of the settlers. Ea-
gle Plume lived many years a ter, a
friend to the whites; and when he left
them for the happy hunting grounds
they buried his body meath the oak
5 where he had often met Ned spencer
And il the reader would visit Clinton.
Vile, now large town, he would be
shown the oak, and the two simple
mounds meath its friendly branches
where repose tn bones of two who had
been friends in life and rest side by side
in "the 81 .ep that knows no waking"
Reader, they are the graves of Ned
Spencer, and his lndian friend, Eagle
Plume