The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1877-03-02

with the Indian devils! Cany0u bring
life back to theml Give me . gun and
an AK"
No one moved for two or three sec
onde, being spellbound by his wild look
and words, aud the stranger picked a
cavalry carbine and its box OF cart
ridges, seized. tile light ak used about
the campfire, and in another minute
was lost sight OF in the darkness, ,calling
back, as his step was lost to hearing:
cit is which tor whe !''
Next day, about mld-atternoon, the
party came upon two dead Indian po-
nies, lying between the trail and the
foothills to the right. A few yards
further OH was great stain of blooNon
the two inches of snow covering the.
grass. A warrior had fallen here and
been carried off by his comrades. There
was the trail of white man on foot,
heading for the foothills, but moving
the man had hailed every few rods to
use his weapons. All along the trail
were the hoot tracks of ponies, and an
old hunter shook his head aud said:
SIT is the man who left our camp
last night. Back thar is whar the reds
tust sighted him, and he stood in his
tracks and killed two ponies and one
irjun. There was gang of forty or
tstty reds, and the white man moved to
get among the hills and have fair play.
Jist look thar ~
Fifteen or swenty rods ahead were
three dead ponies, lying close together.
Tho ho1,3 ~ voS7 Sk Sre h0,1 srnaAo n oH,@rr~o
upon the lone man at this point, and he
had met them bravely. The snow told
every thing. Standing in his tracks,
and not lifting foot except to wheel
around, he had whipped the whole
gangI There were three dead ponies
within hundred feet of the white mans
position, and again the snow was GRIM
soned with two great patches of blood
where the warriors had fallen.
"Great God but how he fit w whis-
pered the old hunter, as he saw how
the snow had been trampled down !:
"but they wounded him here.'
So they had. He had retreated slow
ly, seeming to have no fear, and along
his trail was track of blood. The
first hills were a mile away, and
straight for the hills ran the bloody
path through the snow. There were
no sounds of confiict-Do red demons
ia sight. (Which for who'' had met
them early in the morning, and the
tragedy had been played before the sun
was two hours old. Again between
the three dead ponies and the first hin
the white man had been charged By the
full band. They had circled around
him and then charged at a common
center. One lone man, armed with a
carbine and an ak, was that center.
Thirty, forty, perhaps fifty to one. and
yet he had not weakened in the least.
On the right was dead pony, on the
left two crimson spots in the snow.
Ahead toward the hill horse had faI-
len and struggled mp, and half a dozen
trails of blood could be counted. The
Indians had given away, and at a slow
pace the white man had resumed his
journey.
"You will see sight to make your
flesh crawl, over in the hills 20 whisper
ed the hunter, and the party slowly ad-
vanced.
The lone man had not hurried his
pace. The yelling, bowling, whooping
redskins gallopillg around him, firing
upon him and sure of his scalp, had not
shaken his nerve. Over the hill, across
a little valley, up ravine, and there
was the end. The white man could go
no further, and there he stood at bay.
MAY the Lord have mercy on him, -
gaeped a miner, as the little baud looked
over the field of battle. There were
dead and wounded ponies; there were
blood patches on the snow, and four In
dians, stark and stiff, were lying TO one
side, the survivors not having horses
enough TO carry off all their dead.
At the head Of the Favine the snow
had scarcely color except red. The
redskins had charged in body, and,
dropping his carabine when the last
cartridge was gone, the lone man had
used his ak with terrible effect. They
had shot him and struck him with their
toH1ahswks, and when life went out he
had more wounds than could be count
ed. There he lay, the ak still clutched
with giants grip, his eyes wide open,
his body covered with wounds, and be-
fore him was q record TO prove . more
terrible fight than Clusters. He had
killed more than . dozen eavages and
twice as many ponies, and each pony
had left the ground carrying double
burden of wounded and perhaps dead
savages. And the wolves had come
down and tore the flesh from the bones
of the dead, and soon there would be
nothing left to tell the passerby the sto-
ry of the terrible battle OF one lone
white man against fifty blood thirsty
sayagee.
WHEN AND How TO EAT FRUrr.-
When fruit does harm il is because it is
eaten at improper times, in improper
quantities, or before it Is ripened and fis
for the human stomach. A distinguish
ed physician has said that ifhis patients
would make practice ot eating . couple
of good oranges bssyFe bgeakfass, from
February to juno. his practice would