The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1874-11-25

self covered by Paul Fernand's rifle.
"Stop my pldisdnt friend" said
monsieur, aud he complied.
Then Agnes disengaged the halter
straps, and the fellows were secured to
the neighboring trees, in spite OF their
protestations that 1t was only little
ioke-they didn't mean nothing. The
Frencbman remained 10 guard the
prisoners, and the handsome young
hunter galloped on with Agnes to the
farm. house. Mr. Haviiand and
posse of farm hands hurried back
to the scene of adventure, only to find
poor Monsieur Fernand overwhelmed
with chagrin, the prisoners gone. and
the unfortunste naturalist securely
byund 10 their stead. A paper was
left fastened to tree, bearing the
classic inscription, "Ketch weezel
asleep~
"Dey did yissle, two, three, times"
said monsieur. "Dey sey dey haf one
dog someveres, but while | keep eye
one on dem, and one to this woudair-
ful creature, like dry twig wiz legs
l was seize from behind,a and two fellows
tie me and take my gun, and dey all
go everyveres-dis vey and dat vey.
Helasi" mourned monsieur; "dey vas
so easy to be tie. am one idiut.
should know dey have friends here. u
"My dear child" Mr.. Haviland
said, anxiously, when he returned to
the cottage, shave you quite recovered
from your fright ?"
Il don't think l was very much
frightened" sid Agnes. Papa, !
thought you would surely bring the
gentlemen back with you !"
"This is all my fault, AgnesP Inev.
er thought of your coming up here
alone! took every precaution to keep
these things from you SO that you
would not borrow trouble about mt
when ] am up here"
Papa, they may have saved my
life, and | did not even thank them !!
"My dear, | said everything" salt
her father, "but they were far frou
their camp, and their party is going t.
move rthsr on early in the morning
they will call on us, my dear, whel
they pass through Waneta, on thei
way home"
But Agnes thoughts often reverted
that evening. to handsome face, 1.-the
graceful figure, q trick of vulce an,
! manner which would render the luck
: less beapx of SFaneta insipid forever
: The rising moon cast soft, uncrr
tain light over the hunters camp, Oh
|, green ridge across the marshes.
grand bonfire was blazing; there Wa
! laughing and jesting among the dar|
{ figures busted around it, aud II SAVIOR
] smell of camp cookery pervading tn
5 air. Is there any pleasure in th
world like camping out in the autum
woods! Can anything compare wit
= the stews and roasts prepared over tn
Q camp fire? Is any sleep so sweet Il
Q that under th- little tent, with tn
Q wide tree tops, the hooting owls an
distant yelping of prairie wolves fl
+ music? The Indians happy hunting
ground is no mean anticipation of II
g ture bliss. 1t was scene for an ar
t ist, and Ray Fielding had often stuc
r led it with an artist S eye; but to.Digf
4 different picture occupied his min,
a and his cigar went out, forgotten i'll
y pleasant reverie.
The two friends had spared then
q selves from unmerciful railery, but, !
Q they lay resting ION their blanket
e spread on the soft greDsward, Il
e Frenchman became yoluqble vii
d whimsical regrets over his misadrel
ture.
I" "a pretty tale to relates TO o,
% friends-very pretty.
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