The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1877-08-01

separated witt horror. The moment
seemed now 3 have arrived for the
fatal termination. and the beautiful
figure of Eliz,bcth was bowling meek
" to the stro.e, when a rustling of
leaves from behind seemed rather
to mock the dgans, than TO meet her
cars.
"IIist! his :" said n low voice
"stoop lowcr,gal; your bonnet hides
the creators had"
1t was rathr the yieldidg of nature
tnan a compliance with this uneXpect-
cd order, thatcauscd the head Of our
heroine TO sinl on her bosom; when
she heard the ,eport Of the rife, the
whizzing Of TIN bullet, and the enrag
ed cries Of thebeast, who was rolling
on the earth, lifting its own flesh, and
tearing the twgs and branches within
its reach At the next instant the
form of the Misunderstanding rushed by
her, and he called aloud
''Come in, Rector, come in, You old
fool It's a hart lived animal, and may
jump ag'in."
Natty maintained his position in
front of the madens, most fearlessly,
notwithstanding the violent bonds and
threatening aspect Of the wounded
panther, which gave several indica-
tons of returning strength and feroci-
ty, until his rife was again loaded,
when he stepped up to the enraged
animal, and placing the muzzle close
to its head, every spark Of life was ex-
tinguished by the discharge,
We shall leave 4 c reader to mag
inc the restoration 9I Louisa $ senses,
and the expressions of gratitude which
fell from the young woman, which
were uttered with all the warmth that
might be expected from the character
of Elizabeth. Natty received her We
homent protestations ofgratitude, with
q simple expression of goodwill, and
with indulgence for her present excite
ment but with carelessness that show
ed how little he thought Of the service
he had rendered.
"Well, Well" he said, "bc it so,
gal let it be so, if You wish it-we'll
talk the thing over another time; but
I'm sore afraid you'll find Mr.. Oliver
a better companion than an old hunter,
like me. Come, come-let us get in
to the road, for you've had terror
enough to make you wish yourself in
your fathers house ag'in.
The reader need not be told the ma
ttG%Te Of the emotions which two youth
full, ingenious, and well educated
girls would experience ut their escape
from q death so horrid as the one
which had impended over them, while
they pursued their way in silence along
the track toward the village.
Misunderstanding remained on the
hill, gazing after their retiring figures,
until they were hid by bend in the
road, when he whistled in his dogs,
and shouldering his rife, he turned in
to the forest.
"Well, it war a skeary thing to the
young creature, said Natty. at might
frighten an older woman, to see a she
painter so near her, with u dead cub
by its side. Hah? who goes there?"
GLOW goes it, Natty! p said Mr..
Doolittle, stepping out Of the bushes,
with a motion that was a good deal
accelerated 10y the sight of the rifle,
that was already lowered in his diree-
ton. "What shooting this warm
day mind, old man, the law don't
get hold on YOU"
"The law, Squire I have shook
hands with the law these forty year, "
returned .Natty; "for what has a man
who lives in the wilderness to do with
the ways Of the law"
eyes, the law is quite positive, and
the Judge is bent on putting itin force
five pounds penalty. l thought |
heerd your hounds out on the scent OF
sothlng this morning; | didn' know
but they might get you in difficulty"
"They know their manners too
WE'LL" said Natty, carelessly. "And
how much goes to the states evidence,
" How much!" repeated Hiram,
quailing under the honest but sharp
look of the hunter--"the informer gets
half, Il b'lieve yes, guess it's
half. But there's blood on your sleeve,
man-you haven't been shooting any
thing this morning?"
81 have, though" said the hunter,
nodding his head significantly to tho
other, "and a good shot ! made Of
it."
F" Hem calculated the magis-
trate; "and where is the game? ]
s'pose it's of good mater, for youi
dogs won't hunt at any thing that isn't
choich."
"They'll hunt any thing tell them
to, Squire" cried Natty, favoring the
other with his laugh. HThey'll hunt
you, if | say so. He-e-e-re, he-e-e-re
Hector - he-e-e-re, slut - come this
away, pups-come this a-way-comt
hither."
sob! I've always heern gooC
character of the dogs" returned Mr.
Doolittle, quickening his pace bv rails
ing each leg in rapid succession, as the
hounds scented around his person
"And where is the game, Leather
stocking"
During this dialogue, the speakers
had been walking at fast gait, ant
Natty swung the end of his rifle rounc
pointing through the bushes, and re.
Piled
"There lays one. How do you like
such meat?'