The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-08-30
Written for the Sunday Meaning Bssoo.
TREASURE-TROVE.
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perhaps four and five and twenty. He
was clad in the stout, yet tasty, gar
ments of the western hunter. An
elegant rife lay by his side on the turf,
while . cap Of squirrel skins, evi.
IDENTIFY made BY himself, was tossed
carelessly at his feet. As he threw
himself upon the sward at the foot Of
. tall tree and gave expression to the
words with which our story opens.
His dog, one Of those rough, shaggy
hounds 20 common in the west,
nestled his head in the young name
lap and looked up into his masters
face, al the while busily wagging his
tail. His master answered his mute
appeal BY caressing his head.
The hunters face Was open, frank
and manly, while the dark, blue eyes
looked out from beneath the dark eye
brows with that free and bold ex-
preston that is the attribute of those
Who pass q great deal Of the time in
the woods.
Not far from where he lay the blue
waters Of Lake Superior could be
seen between the trees, and a cool
breeze blowing from the lake lifted
the damp curls on the young mans
brow.
"Come, Nero, We must 60"
And, with a sigh, the hunter picked
up his gun and started off, his faith
full dog darting through the bushes in
search of game, the pouch hanging
from his masters shoulder attesting
his proves.
The hunter had gone but a few
steps when squirrel darted up q tree
near him. Quick as thought the gun
came to the shoulder and was dis
charged. simultaneously with the
report woman's shrek attested the
fact that there was some one else in
the woods. The young man darted
through the underground in the direc-
ton Of the sound, and found young
lady, fair az the ''first blush of rosy
dawn" kneeling by the side Of a youth
of some twelve years Of age. The
load of squirrel shot had scattered as
he fired and a few had struck the
youth in the face, the little perfora-
tions made by the shot bleeding pro-
fasely. Touching his cap, the hunter
said:
lis he hurt badly, miss?
"Oh, sir, fear you have killed
him. What shall / do?"
"Let me see him, please"
And kneeling by the side of the
youth he drew a brandy flask from
his pocket, and, forcing the boys
mouth open, allowed a few drops to
run down his throat. This seemed
to'revive the boy, for he opened his
eyes and looked around him. Seeing
the anxious expression on the young
hunters face, he said:
"Ah, Charlie, is that you!"
Eyes, Harry. Are you much
hurt?"
''Oh, l think not. Only stunned a
little"
And with admirable nonchalance
the boy took out his handkerchief
and washed away the blood.
''Charlie, this is my sister, Nellie.
This is my friend, Charlie Hamilton,
Nellie"
And blushing rosy red the young
lady acknowledged the salutation of
the hunter.
As helooked at her, Charlie thought
she was the most beautiful young
lady he had ever seen. About nine
teen years of age. tall and graceful,
Nellie Moore was one to attract more
than passing attention. Her eyes,
black as midnight, now soft with
liquid light, yet capable of flashing
glances of lightning at the poor I'M
fortunate who might offend her. Her
hair, of that purple black color so
rarely seen, yet SO bewitching, was
cOiled in heavy mass upon her
head, while her pure, white complex
ion afforded a pleasing contrast.
The young people started homeward
through an open glade in the dark
forest, Charlie whispering softly in
the pink, white ear SO near, as the
maiden walked by his side with down.
cast eyes, while Harry, who had more
interest in the game than anything
else strolled ahead. In vain did Nero
scent out the squirrels in their hiding
places. Charlie had neither eyes nor
ears for anything save the maiden
fair.
As the sun was sinking to rest in
the waves of the beautiful lake, the
party came in sight of a settlers
home. In outward appearance it was
only one of those ordinary log houses
in which the pioneers lived when they
entered the wilderness to carve out q
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