Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1873-08-01

uneonsciously grazing away, bNt ths
grass was too long for me to see my ene-
my's Whereabouts. however gu essed
that he would Try and get betw weell US
and so l waited, watching and grasplng
my rifle.
Ten minutes passed in silence, an d
then fanced that the grass was moving
unnaturally. In another second hand
and bow appeared; / heard little
twang, and saw the tiny messenger Of
death again pierce the spot where had
been. | kept myself from firing, though
| covered the place. Surely he would
become impatient, and give me better
chance. Another ten minutes, and IN
different spot, which commanded a
better view of my cap, little black
head peered over the grass. 1t was
enough / fred; shrill shrek and a
spasmodic spring into the air, told me
| had nothing more to fear.
Getting out as quickly as possible |
dragged myself-for the limb was now
much swollen, and becoming more and
more painful-to my saddle, where |
carried in little bottle some eau du
luce for snake bites, and poured out a
large dose. After drinking it, | caught
my horse, saddled it, and picking up
two of the arrows, went to have look at
the dead Bushman. He was scarcely
over four feet, with arms so long and
thin as to reach deformity, short and
bow-kneed legs supporting little round
body--he had evidently not been starv-
ing lately-and the features so closely
resembling those of an intelligent ape,
nave thought twice about the matter. |
did not remain long; there was no time
to lose, so, taking his bow | mounted
and putting the horse at his best pace,
started on my long ride. | knew that
the only chance such as it was, of saw
ing my life, depended on my reaching
Ladysmith that night and obtaining
medical assistance. The distance was
fully sixty miles, and with but one ex-
ception, here were nothing but Dutch
beers houses on the road, whence /
could not hope for any help. For the
first twenty miles / kept steadily on my
way, though the agony was dreadful
and | could hardly sit on my horse. |
then reached an Englishman's farm,
pulled up, told my story, and asked for
spirits to keep my strength up, and the
loan of fresh horse. | shall not easily
forget his wife's scared look as she came
out and saw me by the light Of her flick
ering candle. supposed I must have
seemed half mad. They brought out
bottle of whiskey for me, and tum-
bier which filled, and drank off neat
but they had not got horse "up.'
They were, he said, all running and it
would take hours to find them. So
started again. | do not remember much
more of that wild moonlit ride; / be-
came drowsy and delirious, just retain
ing sense enough TO go straight. How /
did it | do not know, as for the greater
part of the way there was no road, and
even in daylight and with nothing the
matter, | should have hesitated in more
than one place. However, Providence
or instinct guided me right, and as | was
afterwards told for / remember nothing
about it. reached the town at one A. NJ.
just eleven hours after had left. /
had finished the whiskey on the road,
and it was to that the DR.. ascribed my
ultimate recovery. For nine days / was
in high fever and delirious and it
was more than six weeks before got up
and for years afterwards the wound did
not heal. Even to the present day it
occasionally bursts out afresh, and will
probably continue to do so to the end OF
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