Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1876-07-15
A WILD ADVENTURE.


A WILD ADVENTURE.
Sam Tully and Caleb White were
trapping in the Snake river region.
They were men Of desperate courage,
who had taken their lives in their
hands too often to caro- for the dangers
of the life they led. Caleb-or Gale
White was man who stood six Feet two
in his moccasins; man whom you
would hardly care to meet in the close
tug of desperate battle. His hard
brown face was scanned with scars
from bullet, knife and claws Of wild
beasts; and his muscular body showed
the marks Of many desperate struggle.
Sam Tully was the beau ideal of a
mountaineer. Although not so power
sonal strength and desperate courage.
For many year these two had roam.
ed the trapping grounds together,
fighting Indians, grizzlies and wolves;
chased by night over tho burning
prairie; defending thoir camp against
the sudden attack OF red fends, or
spending recklessly, at the stations, the
money which they had earned so hardly
on the trapping ground.
They had been ont all winter, and as
spring approached the last cache was
covered, and the trappers begun to
think of returning home.
The camp was built mp near the
river, tributary of the Snake, which
flowed through dismal canyons, in which
the light Of day never shone; under the
shadow of giant cliffs upon which
human beings never yet set foot, and
only spreading out at places where the
cunning beaver had built his dam. The
river was broken by great rapids and
abounded in rare fish, upon which they
had feasted royalty for many days.
There was not particle of leo in the
channel now, for the rushing torrent had
swept it down to the great river. They
had canoe, and had been discussing
the chances of going down the stream in
that, in order to save time.
"I'm ready to take the chances, if you
are, Gale"
II don't like to give myself away"
said Caleb White. "What do we know
about the river, after we get down to the
big canyon, and who ever passed through
it,"
"That's the fun of the thing, Gale;
we do what no one else ever dared to
do"
~ don't like it, replied White, who
was by far the most prudent Of the two.
cha! what is that :"
They seized their weapons and ran to
the door of tho hut, just in time to SEQ
dozen Indians running down through
the grass, blocking up the only way Of
escape. The moment the repeating
lilies began to play upon them they
went out of sight among the rocks and
begun their gradual approach, which
could only end in one way-the white
trappers would be overwhelmed.
"There is only one chance, Cale,"
cried Sam Tully.
"And that2"
"The canoe"
"Im your man." cried the giant
trapper. "You push the canoe into the
water, and throw in the weapons, while
I keep these fellows in play. All would
you2 Take that!'
An Indian had raised his tufted head,
to get better shot at the trappers, but
before he could get back the unfailing
eyes of the trapper had looked through
the double sights and the rifle cracked.
The Indian sprung suddenly to his feet,
spun sharp round upon his heel, and
fell dead in his tracks.
The next moment the canoe shot out
from the bank, and headed down through
the boiling flood, plunging in the can.
yon below sorapidly that the indians had
ut tho sudden exodus before
they were out of sight. Ono of the In
dams bounded to his feet, and uttered a
low signal whoop, and two large canoes,
in all about fifteen men,
rounded point in the river above and
came flying down under the strokes of
the paddles.
The Indians on the shore simply
pointed down the stream, and the canoes
dashed by at furious speed, the wild
yell OF the paddlers announcing to the
white men that they were pursued.
The first rapid passed, they entered
long stretch of water, where the current
was only four or five miles an hour; and
here the propelling force in the other
canoes begun to tell, and they gained
rapidly.
On each side of the canoes the canyon
rose like a wall, two hundred feet in
height. and they could only put oil their
strength in the paddles and dash on as
fast as they could. Two miles further.
and the canoes were scarcely hundred
yards behind, the Indians yelling like
demons, as they saw the foe almost in
their grasp.
Gale White shook his head, as he look
ed over his shoulder, when his canoe
was suddenly seized by mighty force
and hurled downward. like bullet
from rifle. They had struck another .
rapid, more powerful than the first, and
The rocks absolutely seemed to fly past
hem.
"This is something like it," cried
The daring Sam Tully. "How We do
novel,"
"I should say that we did, old boy" j
replied Gale. "I am only afraid that
we are moving a trifle too FAST"
"Don't you believe it. Those fellows !,
seem to be standing still"
They will get it in moment. Look
The headmost canoe appeared upon {
The crest of the rapid, and came fly ing {
down after them at furious speed. The I
Indians no longer used their paddles, i
with the exception of the man who sat I
in the stern, and by q. touch on the wa a
ter, now on this side then Oh the other, I