The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1869-03-25

FIRE flew out of my eyes and the old dogs
tongue hung out of his mouth a quarter
of yard long"
''Phe-e-ew" whistled somebody.
Fact, by, gentlemen. Well, what
I was to do, didn't Knoxville empty
no big trees about, and numbering red
devil not more than three hundred yards
in my rear, and, what was worse, just then
it occurred to me that was not great
ways from big creek, (now called Mill
Greek and there was to be pinned at last.
Just at this juncture struck my toe
against root, and down [ tumbled, and
old dog over pe; before l could scram-
bic up"
'The devil fred!' gasped the old
woodsman.
He did, gentlemen, and felt the ball
strike me under the shoulder, but that
didn't seem to put any embargo upon my
locomotion, far soon as got up took off
again, quite refreshed by my fall /
heard the redskin close behind me coming
booming on, tomahock ready to be dashed
into my head or shoulders. Some thing
kind of cool, began to trinkle down my
legs into my boots
BLOOD eh? from the shot the varmint
gin you" said the old wocdsman, in a
state of excitement.
II thought so, said he, 'but what
do you think it was?''
Not being blood, we were all puzzled
to know what the blazes it could be,
when Riley observed
Il suppose you had
''Melted the deer fat which | had struck
in the breast of my hunting shirt, and the
grease was running downth legs until my
feet got so greasy that my boots flew off.
and one hitting the dog, nearly knocked
his brains out.
We all grinned, which the member
noticing observed:
Il hope, gentleman, no man here will
presume to think I'm exaggeratingT
20, certainly not! Go on. Mr."
we all chimed in.
well, the ground under my feet was
soft and being relieved of my heavy boots,
made double quick time, and seeing the
creek about mile off, ventured to look
over my shoulder to see what kind Of
chance there was to hold up and load,
The red skin was coming jogging along.
pretty we'll blowed out, about FIVE hun
dred yards in the rear. B.! thinks |,
hare goes to load any how. So at it
went, in went the powder, and putting on
my patch down went the ball about half
way, off snapped my ramrod."
Thunder and lightning |" shouted
the old woodsman, who was worked up
to the highest notch by the members
story.
Good God wasn't l in a pickle.
There was the red whelp within two hun
dred yards of me pacing along and loading
lis rifle as he came! L jerked out the
broken ramrod, dashed it away and start
ed on, pruning up as started off deter
mined to turn and give the red devil
blast any how, as soon as [ reached the
creek.
1 was now within hundred yards of
the creek, could see the smoke from the
settlement chimneys, few more jumps
and was by the creek the red devil close
upon me-he gave one whoop and l rails
ed my rifle, as he came on-knowing that
| had broken my ramrod and load not
down; another whoop! whoopl and he
was within fifty yards Of me. l pulled
trigger and"
"And killed him. chuckled Riley.
mo, sirl [ missed fire, b-!'
and the red devil" shouted the
old woodsman, in frenzy of excitement.
"Fued and killed meP'
The screams and shouts that followed
this finale brought landlord Noble, ser
wants and ostlers, running up stairs to see
if the house was on fire!