The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1871-02-09

1ngln snake DlC, wrap up III his DIan-
ket, an sit down to die. White hunter
came along. White hunter great med
cine. Give Injin charmed fire water.
Cure him sound an well. Injin no forgit;
wait till night let white man loose, am
make believe he 'scapel"
al remembered the circumstance o
onct comm acrost poor wretch of red
skin as'd ben bit by a rattlesnake' an
was maxim more nolse'n music singin'
his death song, which tux the liberty of
drowndin' by emptyin' the contents O.
ticker down his throat, which pizined the
rattlesnake pizin outer i'm in less'n no
time.
"But that chap ahead thar" sez 1;
hadn't we better be keerful of how we
talk before HIM 2''
"Big Skunk great chief but no under
stand English" was the reply.
~ felt considerable easier after this
confab, as I'd no doubt but nay red friend,
as'd so opportunity recognized me, would
be as good as his word So logged
along, whilin' away the time, chattin'
back now an then over my shoulder,
which the great chief was too mnch ocky-
pied with his own dignity to take any no
tbs of.
However, my lame leg began to give
out at last, which made me lag a little;
an Big Skunk, arter tuggin me up for a
spell, lost patience and called halt.
"a annymated debate at onct begun !;
an though it was kerried on in fur
rim tongue, twas easy to see that the
question was, would it be good policy
to tomahawk the prisoner on the spot, an
that the chief tux the affirmative, an my
friend the negative. as them jawin' school
fellers calls it.
"Artera good deal o jawin' Big Skunk
ended the discussion by drawing his
tomahawk, an maxim rush at me; but
tSther clinched him and the peartest kind
of tussel begun. 1 tell you it was nip
an tuck atween them two. Injins an
'twent nightly agin the grain to be
obleeged to keep nootral My legs bein'
free, mought ben of some sarvis, in
the way O. tripin' an kickin' but when
we'd stopt, Big Skunk'd hitched me up at
a linn like a mule, an I'd nothin' for it
but to stand back like bound boy at
shuckin'.
Both InJins got hoppin' mad soon,
an begun to use there knives. They
sloshed around right smart for while
without doin' much damage, when as bad
luck would hav it, my champin's knife
slipt outer his bolt, an fell close to my
feet.
Jest as l was reelin' like gone coon
for knowd my life depended on the is
500 felt somethin' cold rubbin' agin my
wrists. 1 wheeled about, an what do
you think thar was bounce, doin' his
best to ontie nay hands with his teeth.
81 pinted with my foot to the knife lay
in on the ground, an ef that dog didn't
take the hint as quick as Christian, an
snap it up and cnt the whang that helt
my wrists, as neat as a shoemaker, Pm
liar
"With the knife, which Bounce at onct
handed over, it tux but a second to free
myself O. the halter hadn't much time
to spare nither; for Jest at that moment
Big Skunk druv his weepin up to the hilt
inter his adversery's breast and the lat
ter rolled over dead
"The chief guv loud whoOp, but on
turnin' his attention to me was more'n a
leetle astonished to find me free, ready
and waitin'. As he came bulgin' on 1
give him a sweepin' rip as made him
change his toon to death yell.
"Arter takin' Big Skunk's scalp, and
givin' t'other Injin the decentest fooneral
possible on short notis, tux up Blizzard
which the big chie'd taken a shine to,
maxim me kerry his gun slung onto my
back-an' struck bee line for the settle
ment, whar 1 soon larn't how onjest I'd
been in suspicionin Bounce of temp'rerry
desartion. On seein' me captured, it
seemed he'd run arter help, but failing to
make hisself understood, though he'd used
the plainest kind of dog-English, an ar
ter running consid'ahle resk of being
shot for mad, he'd started on the trail
alone, an arriv, as the sequel showed,
jest in the nick of time.
"But talkin' desp'rit dry business,
boys. Can't some on you afford to stan
treat.