The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-11-06

broke from the lips of the chief
: ''The maiden is mine,' said the war
rior. 81 stole her from the cabin By
the river. She shall not die.
And the hatchet of the warrior was IL
his hand. He turned and severed the
bands of the captive.
THE maiden may go. Leaping Vol
has spoken"
As the girl leaped down the hillside
the chief sprang.upon the warrior, and
the remaining Indians clustered around
the combatants. Carson did not re-
main, but stole swiftly down the valley
in the direction in which the girl had
gone. In a few moments he overlook
her. She turned in a frightened man.
ner as he approached, and would have
fed had he not detained her.
"My poor child Do you not know
me? Do you not know your old friend
Kit Carson TnF
A little cry of Joy broke from the lips
of the helpless child. She nestled
close to the hunters side.
so my friend, my friend, is it in
deed you? And have you really come
to rescue me? o those horrible saw
ages P-and her eyes were closed for n
moment in blind terror at the recollec-
ton those horrible savages They
murdered all but me-all but poor me!''
Her voice failed her in sob.
"My poor child, you have one friend
left. You have old Kit, and he'll take
keer on you so long as he lives but we
must not stop here. those red fiends
will be after us like wolves after deer
in few minutes The chief is strong
er man than the warrior, so that mercy
will be beaten. AS soon as the fight is
over the whole crowd of wretches will
be coming down this way. I think
can hear them now. We must fly"
A wild yell came pealing through the
forest. - ar e
The hunter passed his arm around
the delicate form of the girl, and as
sisted her trembling footsteps. They
pressed down the valley at their utmost
speed.
"The camp of my hunters is but a
little way" whispered Carson, reassur-
ingly, "and we must try to reach it."
"Whoopl whoop /" The indians
were coming
Faster aud faster, sped the two. The
girl was painting from her tremendous
exertions and could hardly retain her |
footing. The tall hunter gathered her
in his strong arms and pressed desper-
ately forward. ...fsF
The snow, detached from the bushes,
flew around them a stray rabbit,
frightened from his hiding place in the
hollow of a tree, dashed frantically
across the path a few stray birds, few,
screaming, overhead, but the wiry scout
never paused. Occasionally he would
glance over his shoulder at the pursu-
ing Indians, who were several hundred
yards behind him. The fierce. chief
headed the pursuit but the chivalrOus
young warrior was nowhere to be seen.
I've cannot reach the camp"
groaned Carson. " Only one loop-hOle of
escape rennnins, and it is desperate
venture"
go my friend, do not let them over
take you. Leave me and save yourself, "
whispered the girl, with paling face and
trembling form.
"a Leave you to die I" exclaimed the
resolute Carson. "No, a thousand
times, no Twill save you or I viii
also perish. ail i. .1-iH. YEA
She said no more, only. elung the
closer to him -....-.,..-
He dashed from the midst Oflthe trees
and hurried with unshrinking footsteps
up the long slope of a snow covered hill.
The Indians gave a yell of Joy as he did
so. They thought they had driven him
to the wall at last.
Onward and upward he pressed, and
when he gained the summit Of the hill,
the pursuing Indians were no more thRn
one hundred yards behind him. Two
resolute warriors, far ahead of their fell
lows, we're close hahind him. They
dashed forward, weapon in hand.
The scout paused. and placed the
girl upon her feet, and leveled his long
rife at the head OF tine foremost war
rior. An instant later stream of fire
famed from the mouth of the piece,
and the savage, with shrek of agony
upon his lips, Ieaped forward and fell
headlong, q bullet in his brain. The
second leaped upon the scout, hatchet
in hand.
The main body were coming. They
were but short distance from where
the scont stood. No time was to be
lost, 80 Carson met, with pistol bullet,
the second Indian; then taking the girl
by the hand, he bounded across the
plateau like frightened deer.
A howl broke from the Indians as
they observed the fate of their late COM
pauions, and with yell of vengeance
pealing from their lips, they followed
the redoubtable scout. Finally he
paused, and pistol in hand, looked
back.
he could go no further, A deep
ohasm yawned before him; ledge of
rock, towering high toward the clouds,
was ON each side; half a score of in
furiated savages were close at hand.
The distance to the bottom of the chasm
was at least seventy feet To leap
down seemed fearfully desperate ven
ture 20 go back was certain destrue-
tion. The savAges paused when they
were within forty feet, and the chief
spoke tauntingly:
The great pale-face hunter is swift
of foot, but the red warriors have
caught up with him. The white hunter
can go no further. Hislegs are long, but
the way is not open" And the chief
smiled derisively. t
"The Indians are dogs, said the
scout. dogs that bark loudly but do
not bite. The pale-face does not fear
the painted wolves"
Tha rad warriors MIGHT have shot