Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-06-22


this afternoon. Keep yer distance.
Il am not an Indian, but a benighted
traveller returned the young man. Il
saw this light, and did not know but it
proceeded from the fire in some white set
tiers cabin
Il knew Pete didn't smell Injun, or he
would be maxim bigger fuss than that.
But wait, and I'll be thar and show you the
way inter my Sebastopool.
In a moment the hunter stood by the side
of the young man, and bending close to his
face, he appeared TO be satisfied. The dog
had his smell, and agreed with his master
that the matter was right, A few words of
explanation passed, and the old hunter ex-
claimed:
oh! got wife an baby, eh? Lord
love 'em we can't leave EN- down thar
freezin -
And away he went down the hill at such
a rapid rate that the traveller found it inn
possible to keep pace with him. When he
did arrive, he found that his mules had
been fed with the remainder of the proven
der left in the wagon, and that the old man
was returning, carrying the baby in his
arms, and conducting the wife.
The warm fire was reached. 1t was bnilt
just outside small cave, and surrounded
by sharp. broken rocks, which had evident.
y fallen from above.
The travellers told their story of the
burning rancho; aud then the old man sta
ted that he had been chased into Fremont's
Butte, lthe name Of this peak, and had
fought with the Indians from his present
position only few hours before. lie then
added
L believe that there's G lot OF emskulk-
ing around yet. At all events, think it's
best to wait here for short tim@jlst to see
what will turn up. Are you afeared of fire,
stranger?"
when they attack us you may judge for
yourself, - answered the young man smiling.
That's good You've brought blankets
lie down an sleep, an I'll do the same.
Pete my dog, here, can smell an Injin a
mile off He'll give the alarm if there
any danger.
The travellers were weary, and they slept
soundly, warmed as they were by the cheer
ful fire. Bat near daylight they were arous-
cd by the furious barking of the dog. The
young man sprapg to his..fset, and seized his
rife and geyolyers. He found the old hun
ter already up, Who leveled his rife and fred
into the rocks above, and Immediately saw
age came Yshirlirg through the air. uttering
wil5 yelis, and fell into the very centre Of
the hunter stronghold. The dog immedi-
atey seized him as he would have done rat
and shook him until the wretch ceased to
struggle or groan.
Occasionally savage head would appear
atqve the ks aui shot from the old
mans gun was sure to crack the Uranium of
tie redSsin SO venturing. At every shot
the hunter wouli say:
There's old Paul's marx for you
Presently there came series of unearthly
yels, and uot less than twenty sayages came
tearing over the rock into the circle. The
hunter shouted:
Club your rife, stranger-fg fight Ike the
degii-now' 5 your timel" and he set the
example by commencing the attack in a
most furious manner.
Not less than half dozen red skins fel
under his terrible blows, and then he looked
around him in evident surprise that there
was no longer foe to fight. He there saw
over twenty dead bodies before him.
How IS this, stranger?'' he said, looking
at the dead Sioux.
The work Of my revolver" quietly re-
sponded the young man.
''Ohl then you've got a brace of six
shootsrs?''
M, one seven and one seventeen shoot
er.
Thunder! Let's start at once. Wen
face all the red skins we meet III Colorado. "
The party left their stronghold, when
another fight took place with some twenty
other savages, half of their number falling.
The others, hearing the shots continue,
believed that they were attacked by over
whelming numbers and fed. The old mau
loaded his rife, and made last shot at a
savage who could not have been less than
twelve hundred yards off, The Indian fell
and the hunter exclaimed:
There's old PauPs mark again. "
"What is your other name?'' asked the
lady traveller. approaching him.
Paul Jason is my name, please yon,
ma 'am.
Then there's Lucy Morton's mark y
tbro,-iGg her arms around the neck of the
"a buntsr. ai,,d kissing his bropzed lips.
The 6sater started back, rubbed his eyes
and then, catching her by ne hands ne
cried
..No. nc. You don't mean to say that
Won are my little Lucy, that was married tc
a man named Charley Morton, what got
baby an comm out to Deaycr to live in my
new brick house 2"
Yes. I am the same
The old hunter embraced his child, kissed
the baby ffty times, and then, turning to
Charley he said. as he took him by boti
! hands
| by thunder, stranger-no, mean Char
/ ley-if my Lucy hadn married you, neve
voult have FORGIVEN her. for yer lest abou