The Van Buren press., 1870-11-01
sssss VAN BUREN, ARK. NOVEMBER l, 1870.
"Whsn they attack us ysu may judge
Dr. yourself" answered the young man

| for yourself, answered. tue young tuai
smiling.
That's good, you've brought blan.
kcts--lie down an sleep, and Ill DO the
same Pete, my deg here. can smell In
gen mile. He'll give the alarm il there .
any danger"
The travellers were weary. and they
slept soundly, warmed as they were by
the cheerful fire But near daylight they
we're suddenly aroused by q furious bark
ing of the dog. The young man sprang
to his feet and seized his rifle and revcsv.
ers. He found the hunter already up !;
and the instant he discovered him, he dis
charged, his rife and savage came
whring through the air, uttering wild
yells. and falling into the very center Of
the hunters stronghold. The dog, with
bound. Immediately seized HIM as he
would have done rat, and shook him
until the wretch ceased to struggle or to
groan.
Occasionally savage head would ap-
pear above the rock, and n shot from the
old mans gun was sure to crack the era
mum of the red-skin so venturing. At
every shot the hunter would say,
"There's old Paul's mark for you"
Presently there came series OF un.
earthly shouts, and not less than twenty
savages came tearing over the rocks into
the circle. The hunter shouted, Club
your rife, strangsr-tight like the devil
nows the time," and he at once set Wig
orous example, by commencing the at
tack in most vigorous manner.
Not less than half dozen redskins
fell under his terrible blows and then he
looked around in evident surprise that
there was no longer foe to fight. And
yet he saw over twenty dead bodies wei
tering in gore around him.
"How is this stranger ?" asked the old
hunter, pointing to the dead Sioux.
"The work Of my revolvers, quietly
responded the young man, as he gazed
upon the service they had done.
"Oh, then you've got a brace Of six
shooters? ~
"No, one seven and ono seventeen
shooter"
by Jove! Let's start at once. Wen
face all the reds We meet In Colorado.
Come"
The party left their stronghold, when
another and shap fight took place with
some twenty other ssvages, half of their
number falling. The Others hearing the
shots continue, believed that they we're
attacked by overwhelming numbers and
ned. The old mai 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 hun
ter exclaimed, There's old Paul's mark
again"
"And what is your other maine :" ask
"Paul Jason is my han., please ye,
ma a'am."
"Then there's Lucy Morton's markw
she cried throwing her arms around the
neck OF the old hunter, and kissing his
bronzed lips.
The hunter started back. rubbed bis
eyes and then catching her by the hands,
he cried, mo, no! You don't mean 10
say that you're my little Lucy, that was
married to man named Charley Morton.
what's got baby, an coming out to
Denver to live in my new brick house =
"Yes, am the same"
The old hunter embraced his child,
kissed the baby ffty times, and then,
tuning to Charley. he said, as he took
him by both hands, By Jove, stranger
no, l mean Charley-if my gal hadn't
married you. l believe never would
have forgiven her, for you're jist about
the bravest little chap. and Ingen fighter
for greenhorn that ever did see. BY
Jove. but shall be proud of you"
The mules had not been molested, and
the rest of the journey to Denver was
performed IN safety. And the old man
was never happier than when mtroduc-
ing his sOn-in.law, and telling Of their
great Indian fight, always making Char
ley the hero.
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