The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1874-06-30

n NAAt Wh1 tu1u Ou6 VI ulu VubtO1lhQl
I1oves and mumbles something. Shall b.
bound over him, and risk the dark anC
the riverH Heavens! how his heart die
thumpl No, It's only an Idle motion o
sleep, and oil 10 still again.
Now, one stcaltby, cat.liko step lofwart
and he has his bedielloWs In tho rear
Thrcc more, and huge chestnut lends
him Iavoring cover. He takes one long
free, Joyous breath; glides like o spectre
from tree 10 tree, and inclines hiscautioul
steps 10 the creek on his right. Here hi
expects TO find the birch which will con-
vey him across tho Ohio. BE has mol
ventured TO hunt out his trusty rife, feel
Ing sure that his escape, once made good
no will como up with II again In the neal
future.
A MOST MYSTERIOUS ENCOUNTER.
He has now but few steps more "a
make and he is safe. Hal what Is that
cracking, tustlipg noise he hearsl Il
sounds like some animSl-be It man, OF
bear or panther-moving as cautiously as
he himself. Brady's heart Is In his mouth,
He leaps behind the nearest tree, resoly-
90, unarmed as he 10, 10 grapple the un-
known, whatever 1t may prove, rather
than commit himself again to The tender
mercies Of lot Of saYsgep, exaggerated
OF his escape.
Hist there's the noise agVln, and, BY
oil that's good, tho scouts straIning eyes
now dlmly perceived shRdowy form. Oi
whatI Surely 1t must be man an.
preaching him; and now II glides behind
tree, and not ten feet from him. Who
or what can 1t beH Plainly not q red
skin In pursuit Of him, for he comes from
the wrong direction. Not On Indian
lover, Tor this party Of sAvages were on
the wsrpath, aud Is not numbered with
women.
And now It moves again, and as II II,
too, were with stealthy, gipgerly step,
trying to escape rather than pursue. The
mystery thickens. This suspense Is hor.
rible. Can 1t be Rose, or Shepherd, or
even Larry, who has lost his way, or who
BY mistake, wanders back to camp Looks
like II.
Brady now makesa motion and q slight
noise 10 try It's effects ON his strange neigh.
Dor. BE watches. All still. Gradually
q form Is carefully thrust forward from
the tree. He, she, or 1t has evidently
been startled at the noise our scout has
made.
Brady can stand It no longer. He re-
solves to challenge the stranger, whom
ne is now almost certain Is not an Indian.
he therefore says ina loud, anxious whis.
per:
"Who, in Gods name, are you who
thus crosses my path. Isit you, Rose, or
Shepherd, or LafryS Answer quick, or,
BY the eternal, I'll cut you down, II Ii
were King George"
"And who tho dickens are gou," was
heard in another loud whisper, as the fig.
nre stepped boldly out from behind cover.
V! reckon | know, but blamed II these
ain't too ucklish times for mistakes.
You're either Sam brady or Old Harry
himself. Spit 1t out stranger"
u care not who knows" said our scout.
u am Brady, Captain OF The Scouts from
"rarnation, old Hickory! | conceited
you mout be him." came In glad, bat
still low and cautious tone from the un-
known, as he advanced and extended his
hand. "Gimmo your aipper, stranger.
There's none on this yarth that I've han
kered arter so long 10 clap eyes on. And
I'm Andy Poe, the Virginia scout.
"Whatp joyfully exclaimed Brady, as
he tightly grasped and warmly shook the
huge and horny hand so freely profIered,
q great load OF suspense lifted from bis
heart. ANDREW Poe, the famous hunter
and Indian tracker, whose exploits are the
talk Of the border"
oval" answered Poe with becoming
modesty, but evidently much pleased al
such a compliment from Brady, II believe
our folks do talk some OF my doings with
the pesky yellow-hides but, Lof bless
You, Cap, ] oughen't to be mentioned on
the same day with you. Besides, put no
store on killing 4Ujuns. There's lois on
US in 'Ginny who've no other fun. Iha9
'em, from moccasin 10 scalp lock, and
would scrunch one soon's l would a
painter ora 'rattler'. No old hunters
got more sport out Of deer, bear, wolves
and buffalo than jist Andy Poe, but In.
juns beats them all. Yes, Ipiuns beats
them all. You'll back ttat up Brady,
but what mout you be arter IN this neck
o woods at this ghostly houl2'
Escaping from Glrty and going to the
Poes; and youS N
"oh, tracking Girty, and going for YOU
and the gals" replied Poe, with his quiet
ant peculiar laugh.
What a lucky meel?" said Brady.
TITS well, Poe, l hadn't 'Spit.are' along,
or things might DO different, but, hush .h.h,
lets move of further. Do you know
Glrty's whole bands just over therCU
Pipe, Black Hoot and all."
mo, not all, Cap; not jlst ALL" replied
Poe, with low, but not uumusicsl
chuckle. "Ye didn't sight Big Foot and
his brothers there, did ye."
True enough" quickly answered our
scout, land what Of ihcmH l knew
something had happened by Girty's sorr
looks and grabbed words"
"Comel let's joggle ahead. lis loo
long story to tell right here" answered
Poe, as he led rapidly away TO the mouth
Of the creek, "but guess Adam aud me
did up that business tol'ble neat and purity.
Twas the toughest, highest, all.fredest
scrimmldge We ever had, but VIC fought
her through, Capi yes, We fought her
through, inch for inch, man for man. III
only say, jlst here and now, that II ye're
AFTER the Wyandott brothers, yell never
wrastle them"
"And who's AdamP quetIed Brady
"Lor bless you, man, why don't ye
know Adam Poe, my older brother.
There's them that do say he's the beat Of
the breed, but I'm naturally silent on that
pint. 1allow every man 10 .opinyun for
himself. You'll see them right down
here, ond larn the whul-"
usee ditmi see p1o, and wherey"
"Why, Cap, old Girty must have flusti.
Gated you summat. How dye think l
cum across, few or swumH Why, my
canoes right OF the mouth oil Big Yellow,
aud Adam and Jake Ltfflar and old mi