The Shasta courier., 1869-03-13

o rife and the yell O the Ingins rushin'
from the oppersite side O the clearin' warn
ed him O his danger.
"Springin' to his feet, he put streak
o daylight thru the formust un, then
turned and run to- ards us till he had nearly
reached the woods, then he turned and
dis'peared inter deep holler-the three
1ngins with tomahawks follerin' almost in
rich. But we couldn't stand and see our
bloved frienP cut down, SO we raised our
rifles and shot down the two hinder Ingins.
What was our surprise when we seed,
the next instant, the horrible ugly visage
o Spirit Chief, rushin' Up the Hill on the
tother side % the holler, yellin' and screach-
in like panther, and braudishin his toma-
hawk and long knife over his head, from
which his long, black har huog down his
back. As we couldn't see White Terror,
we s'posed he had gone round the base O.
the hill and that Spirit Chief war tryitf to
cut him off. Quicker than thought raised
my rifle and fired. A wild, sharp cry rent
the air, and the fabled Spirit Chief dropped
to the ground.
Burnin' with joy I drew my knife and
rushed to secure the skulp O. the fallen In
gin, and receive my reward O the govern
ment. When | had riched him, and seized
roughly hold o his long har, it gave way
"a horrible mask slipped often his face
and, gracious heaven the agonized fear
lures O White Terror war revealed had
shot him thru the breast near the region o
the heart"
I" Good Heavens l cried, Terror,
have murdered youv
He looked me inter the eyes, and with
pain predicted onter his face he said:
"' It's no fault O. yours, Mat-it's all
my own. This disguise | made to wear
when closely pursued by Ingins They
thought me an Ingin, for l tried to immitate
thar movements. The mask | alers car
ried inter my shirt bosom, and put it on
while | war runin'. l have s'caped many
times by means O it. | am Spirit Chief.
| had art to told you before now, but now
it's too late, 'all's over-I can't live much
longer, boys-you can do nothin' fur me
i want to die-I have fully revenged
her death-poor-'
Here he broke down-the tears come
inter his eyes, and fur while he laid mo-
tionless-then he raised his head and said
:" Boys, carry me to the opening yonder.
| want ter die there
I" We hastened ter perform the wish O.
the dyin' man; and when we had laid him
under the tree in the openin where he
had been surprised few minutes afore, he
riched out and takin' each one O. us by the
hand, said
".Boys, l must leave you now forever
my life will soon be often the trail onter
the broad road o eternity. Bury me here.
Farewell ! Farewell ?
"And lettin' go our hands he pointed
to green, grassy mound, we had not
noticed afore, and then to the body of the
tree, when closin' his eyes he sunk down
and the life O White Terror and Spirit
Chief had flown.
&c glanced at the mound and then at
the tree on which seed four letters rude
ly carved. pinted them to Horne, who
spelt aloud the simple name-JoNA.'
"The light O mystery burst upon our
minds. That name war the name O one
that war near and dear to White Terror,
and that grassy mound war her grave
She had been murdered, no doubt, by the
Ingins; hence White Terror's hatred O
them.
Whether that green grave contained a
sister or mother, wife or child, will never
be known to us on earth.
With onr knives and tomahawks we
sot to work and hollered him out grave,
and believe me, boys, it war with many
tears we laid him down into the cold earth,
poor feller"
As Mat concluded, he drew his great
brawny hand across his eyes to brush away
the tears that welled up from his good and
noble heart.