Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1870-02-04

on tombstone. Jim Bruce says l,
just scratch for a lantern; there's some
thin wrong. | felt of the body, and
there was wet, sticky stream upon IT,
Canvas say l, what is the matter ? and
no word. Jim soon fetched light, and
there was Canvas, stone dead, pinned to
the tree by seven arrows. And the
thieves had cut off his hands and put
them in his pockets, and cut off his cars
and fastened them on his toreheadp
Oil what yengefal glitter shone in
his eye
"Young man, they say when woman
loses her first young un, it breaks her,
and as howa lion robbed of her cubs is
crazy but may you never feel as did
when | saw Canvas-him as had been my
pard; had sot by the same fire, and drank
out OF the same dipper, and shared his
last terbackcr with me-when / saw old
Canvas, cut up like sheep, and dead for
ever from me. Ten thousand devils was
tuggin' at my heart, and sank, with a
yell, down by his dead side
The emotion of the stranger almost
overpowePed him, as he recalled these
agony-days Of the past. -.
They told me afterward that my yell
reused the camp and they came rushing
out to the spring; but l didn't know it
then. l was stunned like, and never knew
what happened. When morning came,
they buried Canvas near where he died.
! They didn't leave no mound to draw the
Injuns; but on that ground | knelt and
cried don't look as if could cry, but l
did then. Canvas says l, old pard,
| you're gonel You was thirty-four years
old. So help me God, I'll kill an Iniun
for every year of yours, till wipe out the
N1,nx- ov,I for fNtf =
weeks was laid in fever, which mighty
made me pass in my checks; but didn't
for couldt die until I'd kept my word
with Canvas.
"Young man," he continued, after a
pause, 81 left that train at Tucson and
sence that time I've been roamin.' have
come in this trip to get little money,
and Pm goin' back. Dye see this knifcg'
He pulled out from his belt huge,
broad knife, with wide handle, and
handed it to me- In the wood | saw
thirteen holes as if bored with gimlets.
"You seee them holes? Every one lisa
'Pache. It's my account-book, and every
Injun l kill, in goes hole. I've got O
good many more to make fore do as
said to Canvas; but I'm goin' back, and
p'r'aps may meet Canvas some day, if
keep my word, which the preacher says is
the right way"
What room there was here for homily
on human vengeancel But l could mo-
give it.
"We'll, you've kindly heard my story
and you're from Maine: thank ye fol
both. I'm going to turn in"
And with this rough goodnight, hi
rolled himself in his blankets, and the reg
ular breathings soon showed him to bC
asleep. l had but fitful slumbcrs unit
early morning, when the teamster rousec
me to take his leave, and he disappeared
Nearly year after my connection will
the mines took me to Tucson; and while
was there, a scouting party came in will
badly wounded man who was with
them-not soldier, but one who was
always eager for an Indian tight-and fur
ther than this, nothing was known o
him.
Out of curiosity, went in with the sur
geon to see him; and there lay Centrepol
Bill. He recognized no one, but kept in
deep stupor, bleeding from interna
wounds that could not be stanched.
He was an awful fighter" said tn
Doctor, and he has done nothing bu
follow the scouts"
"Doctor," said l, "I know that man.
And as he watched, told his story.
We sat there several hours, and at las
the struggle came The dying man raising
himself on the pallet looked tixedly at tn
ceiling, and in hoarse voice, said:
"There's show-a Canvas" and h
fell back, dead. a.
looked, afterward, in his belt, an,
found two knives, and in each of til
handles there were seventeen holes
These keepsakes of the man l begged
and have them to this day.-Operldn
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