Richland beacon., 1873-08-16

the men to settle the matter in thei,
own way. AS none cared to dispute
with the gigantic hunter, the mandate
was obeyed, though a universal EXPIRES.
sion OF horror ran through the specta.
tors, a number of whom were the engi.
neers and attaches of our party. Still,
horrible as was the scene, no one
thought of leaving the spot. An ire.
sistible fascination to see it ont bound
one and all alike to the bload-stained
locality. But the finale was at hand. the
curtain almost ready to drop.
McCluskey, summonipg by a supreme
effort his remaining strength, drew his
knife and began to crawl feebly in the
direction OF his antagonist. The latter,
who had raised himself to sitting pos.
ture, saw the movement and prepared
to meet it. Both had dropped their re-
volvers, leaving to the cold steel the
completion of the work.
BY this time it had grown quite dark.
and to distinguish the movements of the
cOmbatants required the closest attcn-
ton. Anderson was clearly unable to
move any portion of his body save his
right arm. With this he raised his
knife aloft, and as McCluskey crawled
up to within reach dealt him a terrible
blow in the neck, cutting muscles and
tendOns and veins, and half severing
the head from the body.
THE LAST EFFORT.
But the effort was too much for him.
and leaving the weapon sticking in the
wound, he pitched heavily forward on
his face. Every one supposed that this
blow would have instantly killed Nc
Cluskey, but, strange to say, it did not,
for SO great was his vitality that before
falling he twice plunged his own knife
into the body of Anderson. The tale is
soon told. McCluskey lived a minute
longer than his antagonist. The dead
bodies firmly locked in each others
embrace, were taken to the house of
Harding and laid ont side by side on
the gaming table. A crimson trail
marked the path of those who carried
them indoors, and pools of block indi-
Gated the scene of the late conflict.
There was no gaming that night.
the hunters and Indians appeared to
find excitement enough in talking over
the events of the dav without having to
resort to their usual pastime About
IL o'clock the moon rose, and the bod
les were taken out for burial. There
we're no funeral ceremonies. but Job
Harding remarked as the muffied forms
were lowered into the grave, "There
go two as brave men as ever lived"
They were buried deep to keep the
woll les and coyotes from digging them
up, and the earth was heaped mp in q
little mound to mark where they slept.
The English Mood Toward Arbi-
tration.
Mr.. Gladstone would have had no
great objection to.the passage of an alb
stract declaration in avOr of arbitration,
unpopular though it may he with the
country. But he is painfully conscious
that English essays in behalf of peace
have not met with great favor on the
continent, since the time when he be-
came prime minister. 1 don't wish to
use an offensive word but most English
men would say for themselves that Eng
land has been snubbed for interfering.
How Prussia treated her remonstrances
in 1870 is known to all the world. Mr..
Gladstone, in his speech, Tuesday even
ing, referred, with evident modification,
to that episode. He probably then
made up his mind that he would not re-
peat an attempt which had been met by
Prince Bismarck with contemptuous in
difference, and even with silence. Those
unanswered dispatches rankle in the
memory of the high-spirited chief of a
powerful government, for, let continental
and diplomatists, and dan
dies, say what they will, such is the true
description of this government, and of
the man who is at the head of it. If it
had preached less and fought oftener of
late years, the truth would be more gen.
orally recognized, hut recognized or not,
it remains truth. Mr.. Gladstone does
not like war granted. 1 know nobody
who does, except those whose trade it is.
But Europe will wake mp some day to
find that the fighting spirit in this peo-
pie, though kindling less quickly (or
for other causes than formerly, exists
and that the old proverb, "Slow to
fight, and fight once" holds good of
them, still. Mr.. Gladstone knows it,
and knowing it, does not want the for
eign Office in Downing street turned into
a conventicle ; nor his hands tied, while
his responsibility remains unlimited.
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