Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1872-06-25
Mis.cELLAnE Eous,
GUY eREBNMAN's REVENGE,


a man in the garb of hunter who was
hurrylng along in the forest in the direction
OF small settlement, which stood on The
banks OF little stream that mingled it's shark
ing water with those of the great Mississippi.
Across his shoulders was flung long, hrigh.
rine, his constant companion in pleasure or
trouble, and on which he depended for his
food Around his waist was bucked n fine
oeerskln belt, ornamental in the true Indian
style, which held his hunting knife His age
might have been Thirty years. 1t could hardly
be more, for his hair, and the the full beard
he wore, had not been silvered by the frostv
hand of time. lis only companion was =
large dog, which trotted along by his side.
and which, in his masters eyes, seemed DOS.
sessed OF almost human intelligence.
liz the settlement which he was nearing he
was known by the title of Guy Greenman.
ano was liked and respected by all in that
section of country as good hunter and an
honest one; aud who never 'quailed in the
Time OF danger, or was ever known to miss.
his mark '.-tI5 lfT.f = N.s3
he and his young wife dwelt little apart
from the settlement, or, rather upon the out.
skirts OF It, about half mile from their
nearest neiehbor. This spot bad been select.
ed by both for its natural beauty, and indeed
1t was beautiful spot, with the sparkling
murmurlng waters of the little stream on the
right or west side of the cabin, while over
the prairie, toward the setting sun, great
mountains reared their lofty outlines, blue
and hazy in tho distance.
Many had thought that thew ran consis,
cradle risk from the savages in thus locatino
themselves SO far from the settlement hut
this idea they did not entertain for moment.
ne sava9es had been at peace with the whites
!or long time and had not committed anv
outFages, and they felt they had nothing to
fear from them. They had fed to this sptt
to escape the prosecutions of white man. and
they felt that the red skins could be no worse
than he
Aviilain had once sued for the hand of the
young wife, aud had been rejected he swore
vengeance TO both her favored lover and her.
self, and they had fed to this quiet retreat
hopinS to live IN peace for the rest Of their
days For year they had lived in their new
nome. hearing paught from their old enemy.
Bullet us return and follow the hunter \
VINO; wlth his dog, was hurrying homeward.
The sun was going down throwing a flood
of golden light into the forests. it rested here
and there, in patches, upon the brown earth.
and turned the leaves into shining cannonv
over their heads.
NV ell, Swltttoot, we shall be there shortly" /"
SAID the hunter, patting his faithful canine
on the head. do you think mistress will be
glad to see us 2"
81 he dog with joyful bark looked up into
tne lace OF his master, giving an affirmative
answer as plain as words could have done.
without fur ther delay they pushed forward.
with swift footsteps, as if eager for the greet
ing each had promised himself.
Suddenly, just as an opening in the trees,
lar ahead, was discerned, the dog which was
In advance, paused, with his head raised aloft
and seemed to be snufing the air.
"What is it, Swiftfoot ?' said the bunter
hurrying forward
+ The dog turned toward him. and uttered
low, melancholy howl. The blood seemed
turned to ice in the veins of the hunter
surely that howl was the forernnner of dan
ger, or an Indication that something had
happened to the ono he loved SO dearly.
once more the animal gave utteraDce to
the same dismal howl. aud then darted for,
ward, closely followed by the hunter.
1t was but short time, and he was at the
edge OF the clearing. His cabin stood as he
nad lett 1t, but there was no smoke curlinp
from the chimney, no savory odor waited to
nim by the evening breeze, Indicating that
the good wife was preparing The evening meal
WIN his heart oppressed with dismal
fore ebodipgs, he Hurried forward. The dog
was. there before him, bounding in at the open
door, out'he was out again the next moment
giving fierce growl.,
'swiftfoot. where is your mistressY" shouted
the s,t hunter, as he saw the empty cabin.
setdog gave no answer, hut ran around
with his noseit tothegr ground. A minuted later.
and ne gave bark the hunter hurried to
the spot There were the footprints of savage
feet, with those of the one he loved. There
was also smother. that of white man. AT
T the. sight all was revealed to the hunter IN an
instant Their old enemy had discovered
them, and, with the aid of the sayages, had
carried his wife into captivity.
For moment he stood as if unable to-
move. Then he raised his right hand to the
sky. from which the bright sunlight was fast
dying out, and exclaimed
=. This world is NOT large enough for both
eof usia Ralph Sanford shall diei''si sspE
With these words falling from his. lips. he
ichastened onward, following the dog. who,