The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-01-01

tice. This travellers name was Solomon
Foxpaw, and he prlded himself on his
detective powers-his penetration and
perseverance-and he had restless,
rolling, staring, snappy kind of eye,
that seemed to take in everything about
him at glance. People wished him
success, but they didn't expect it. Yet
he didn't care for what they expected.
He set to work to find some links for
chain of evidence"
But don't see"
"You can't see anything yet. You
must wait and see. Solomon Foxpaw
made inquiries for month, but ascer-
tanned just about nothing which would
lead to the first link. He then sat down
and reflected alone for three days, and
finally he said to himself, Here is a
piece of woods out here, and Paul Picra
was said to be poorly. What more like
ly than he should walk in the woods for
his health-and there be murdered 2"
To be surel What, indeed p''
"With this idea Sol, without saying
word to anybody-because he hated in
terruptlon as bad as do-walked out
alone into the woods and kicks about
among the dry leaves, and examines the
rocks, and the trees, with strong suspi-
cion."
"To find a clewp"
"Why, of course, to find a clew."
"But don't see
You never will see if you don't wait
and follow his ideas. He pretty soon
found various letters carved on various
trees-initials of names, perhaps, and
among them all at last he discovered, on
a tree by themselves, the letters 'P P.'"
'Perilous Place, 1 suppose"
"Perilous Place, you supposed No,
Paul Picra he supposed, for he knew
what to suppose. He certainly cut
these letters Foxpaw felt convinced;
and he put down 'P. p. as his first link.
Now says he, 1--we got something to
work on and he felt encouraged. Look
ing about him little sharper, as if Prov
idence had directed him, he found
rusty jackknife, which had had ten
blades. 1t had three now; big one, a
little one, and saw-blade. The horn
was gone, but he felt conviction that
this knife was second link, and he put
it in his pocket. Looking about still
further he saw crack"
Heard crack ~
No; saw crack-a wide crack be-
tween some rocks. Something suddenly
told him there was a cave there, and
that he would find the body of Paul
Picra in that cave. He did find a cave
very cavernous cave-and he went and
borrowed spade, entered and dug for
several hours, till he struck something
hard"
ga box, containing the bones of
Paul"
"No. He thought so at first; but it
proved to be nothing but solid rock. He
dug here and he dug there-but all was
rock. And now, being much tired, he
paused and began to suspect that he was
on the wrong scent. A less Iesolute
man would have despaired; but No.
says Foxpaw, I'll dig in another way
And so he dug off back to town again,
and made further inquiries about what
Paul Picra said and did the last time he
was seen, and showed the jackknife con-
fidentially.
Nobody had seen Paul have such
knife, but Sol. Foxpaw happened at last
on an old lady who remembered she had
bought some mixed yarn of Paul the
day he was missed. He seemed sick and
unhappy, and said he wanted to go to
sea for his health. This was all Foxpaw
could paw out of her. 1t seems little,
but he thought it a good deal. Wanted
to go to sea. That's another link says
Sol. "A man who goes to sea naturally
goes to a vessel in the first place. Moss
creek is a seaport place. 1 will go down
to the waterside and inquire among the
vessels So he went down, and by good
luck he soon discovered that for years
past heschooner Flying Turtle had been
in the habit of bringing stock from the
city for the dry goods store. Another
link, says F0xpaw. What more like
ly than that Paul, knowing the skipper,
went in the Flying Turtle that day to
the city,
$50 he asked the captain, who said he
was not sure he didn't, and that some
times he had and he shouldn't wonder.
Here is half a link more says Fox