Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-10-29

'a'NN efe" a"N b@hAf ett nsahtH ilhe
statue, gazing down at the gurglisg food
Her purpose is frm one plunge, ard all
will be over. But bark what noise i.
that's 1t is the dir of paddles; and, a.
Mary stands on the very brink of the riv.
er, in the light Of the new risen meon. a
cameo, with four Indians 10 it, round. the
bend of the stream within few rods oil
her. Why does the warrior in tho bow
Of the boat rise, aud, with gesture, i'm.
pose silence en- his comrades? He believes
this white and statue.like figure is no hu.
maa being, asd even the oars cease to dip
while the boat floats silently by aud the
savagcs pass en- ihei- way TO the settle.
menis to steal stock.
Mary had stood perfectly still, little
caring what became of her but the sight
of the Indiass had changed her purpose
aud no sooner had they passed than she
fastened from the river. As she turned
about, great gray wolf rose from the
grass within a few feet Of her, and skunk
away with an angry growl, while u night
owl, perched on the limb of tree over
her head, tapped his great wings and ut
tered dismal cries as he few affrighted up
the river.
Mary had been thinking for the past
few mirutcs of "thc Wild Trapper of the
Blue" and she had now determined TO 90
to him. She knew she was not far from
his cabin, and why should she not 60 and
claim bis protection' Perhaps he was net
bad /; she had always believed he was not
so wicked as they had represented him to
be.
The night air was chilly, but she felt
not the cold, for her blood was full Of fc-
yer. The wind tossed her brown hair
around so that she took her shawl and put
it over her head, and then ran briskly
along the trail. In an hour she nearcd
the fierce hunters cabin, and her heart
beat wildly as she knocked upon the door.
Again and again she knocked, but still no
and then she went to the little
window and pesred into the cabin. She
listened, but all was dark and silent within.
Returning to the door she wrapped loud
er than before, and voice whispered
through the key.hole:
-t rr,I--s;-l..
For a moment she knew net what to
say, then, ,summoning courage, she replied;
ut is I.-Mary Thompson-who wants
you to protect me-
Cautiously the door was opened, and
the bunter looked out and started at Ma
ry, to whom he said
IL thought it was Indians or Regula-
tors; but come in, girl, and beg pardon
for having kept you out in tha cold so long
Then he lit pine knot aad, handing
Mary chair, drew out his sharp jack
knife ard whitfield some shaviDgs to kindle
a fire. There was soen a bright blaze
roaring on the hearth, and, with all the
politeness of courtier, he moved up Ma
rvs stool and bade her sit close to the
burning cmbers.
IL heard you,' he said, seven before
you knocked, for my ears have become
practiced to the sound of APP
footsteps; but I ceuld not make
you out. When | saw your head at the
windcw with that shawl over it, thought
it was a squaw's head he added, laugh
ing, and, after moments pause, inquired,
"Any Indians down ysur way ?"
Mary simply said mo, and he pressed
her no further.
The kettle was boiling, and he made
a cup Of tea aud gave it to her to drink.
Then he said:
'.Now, young lady, | know not what
brings you here at this time Of night, nor
do wish to know; but something dread.
ful must have happeAed to Cause any one
to claim protection from the Wild trapper
Of the Blue, and, above all others, young
girl. There There y he added, seeing
Mary was about to speak, "don't say a
word, but just lie down on that bed and
take good sound sleep, while | go out
side and keep watch over the house. You
can shut the door apd belt it after me, if
you wish taking his gun, "but you need
not be afraid, Mary, for would not harm
hair OF your head and, as for others
harming you while you are under my pro-
lection, they must first cross the dead body
of the Wild Hunter. Now, don't fret,
girl, but sleep as soundly as if you were
at home and happy ;and, mind you, don't
cry and trouble, or you'll be having spell
of sickness in the morning after this night
trip, and | can tell you I'm mighty poor
nurse" he said, closing the door behind
him, and laughing heartily outside.
Was this, indeed, the Wild Hunter OF
the Blue, about whom such terrible tales
..aaa ILL. md In ~ hon, thara was nnth.