Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1870-09-22
a Story of California.

Iery and dashing falls awoke 9
thrill of quiet pleasure in every
beholder's heart. Then its rare
beauties were unknown to the
great outside world; now thou
sands have gazed entranced upon
Its bold and beautiful views; thou.
sands have listened to the deafen.
ing noise of its rainbow-tinted
falls, whose waters separated al
they are by the distance of their
leap, break in part into the gilt.
tering globules that catch and
seem to hold in their hurried,
downward rush every link of
beauty old Soils brilliant beams
can lend.
Yosemite is now a household
word-our artists faithful brush
and ready canvass have brought
home to US some of its wondrous
beauty, wondrous and grand even
on the canvas, and yet not to be
compared with the original, where
with every variation of position
we open up new scene of beauty,
between which and the preceding
we hesitate to institute compar-
ison.
Near the bank of the smoothly
gliding stream stood the hunter
gazing with a vacant, pre- occu-
pied look upon the scene before
him. An antelope bounding past
fell at the crack of the ever ready
rifle. ReIoading, he soon ended
the creatures struggles with his
knife, and hastily selecting the
choicest portions he wrapped them
in the ready flayed hide. Paus-
ing a moment to take a last glance
at the silvery sheen and rock
bound prison bed of the stream at
his feet, he shouldered his game
and sprang with a light step down
the bank and into the water; rap
idly crossing the shallow stream,
be passed on into the dense woods
beyond; a few moments walk and
he halts before rude hut Of bark
and moss; throwing down his
burden he gathered together dry
twigs and started by the aid of
flint and steel his evening fire.
Suddenly a rife.shot near by
rings out upon the still air followed
almost instantly by terrible
growing and crash.
"A scrimmage, by gracious
I'll hev a hand in it.
Suiting the action to the word
the hunter caught up his gun and
dashed down toward the stream
he had so lately crossed. In a
moment almost he burst into an
open glade, and saw upon the op-
posite bank the PROSTATE body of
an unfortunate hunter and near
by q huge bear busily engaged in
clawlng a discharged and broken
rife. Silently changing his posi-
ton to better his view the rife
was raised and its contents sent
with unerring aim into Bruins
brain. The animal sank dead
ere the echo of the sharp, whip
like report had died away.
Fastening ever, his first pre-
caution was to reload, then stoop-
ing tenderly he raised the wound.
ed man in his arms and carried him
to the waters edge. A brief ex-
animation showed him although
insensible to be but slightly in
,iured dashing water over the un-
conscious mans head brought
back the wandering senses and at
the same time removed the blood
from his features.
With a sharp cry his rescuer
sprang back, a look of deep, dead.
ly hatred usurping the place of
the compassion hitherto expressed
on his countenance. In moment
his face resumed its wonted look
and he bent all his energies to the
restoration of the now recovering
man.
Slowly consciousness returned
opening wide his eyes and dash
ing aside the blood that flowed
into his eyes from a cut on his
head, he struggled to bis feet and
gasped out:
Black Danl and do ! owe my
life to your
Yes; but now is no time to
talk of bygones, kin you walk?'
Yes, / guess So was the an
swer, returned in a faint voice.
Excuse me fur taking yel
stickin' iron into my own keepin,
said Dan, in a moody, stern voice,
as he appropriated the long knife
sticking in the reeling mans belt.
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