Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-09-28
THE RENEGADE'S REVENGE.


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IHE hENEuADEo hhFENuE'
Twang!
Amos Darrell, frontiersman and
trapper, turned quickly, dropping the
AK he was welding in his brawny arm,
and with Il spring gained the ready
rifle placed near his cabin door. Wheel
ing with the readiness of u skilled sol
dicr, his weapon swept the scene
around him simultaneously with the
rapid glance of his flashing eyes.
But no form was visible in the open
ing or the belt of timber beyond, and
his dog, usually SusCeptibcOf of the proX-
unity of q red-skin or stranger, dozcd
drowsily on the doorstep.
"Somcthing broke loose" muttered
Amos, with Il perplexed look, "an' it
was an arrow, or I've mistaken my
calling
He lowered his rifle, and turned to
survey the log cabin. His eyes bright
ened, his lips uttered grim eiacula-
tion of intelligence, and his brows
came together in an ominous frown, as
he took step forward and drew from
the door-post, where the fcathcrcd shaft
still quivcrcd from the force of contact,
long, sharp-pontcd arrow.
The critical survey he bestowed on
the missile evidently conveyed n ready
solution to his mind of its mysterious
arrival.
"Renegades,' he muttercd, "and
white-livered ones at that. Redskins
don't waste their ammunition, and the
soiled feathers show clumsy hand. |
think | see the game, my friends, ," he
continued, with blinking glance at
the timber, "and imagine you'll find
the warning more of a acaution than n
scare Mehitabler'
A woman's form came to the door at
his word. He had poised the arrow on
his finger. and held it out for her in
spection.
"You see thatpn he asked
Eyes, Amos"
THAT and latent anger flashed
into the hunters eyes, .mcans Get
out Amos DARRELL and the invites
signed: "Your disappointed friend and
renegade, Abner Tyson"
81 don't understand vOu, husband. -
at won't take long to explain. Twice
a week | carry the mail from the Falls
to Mendoza. The mail-coach brings
the BAGS here, and run it down TO the
settlement. The task means twenty
dollars n month and aride back through
n fine hunting country. Who had it
afore me?n
"Tyson.n
"Ripht YOU are-Tyson. What
turned him out? Stealing. When
comes in, he swore it was all plot.
He threatened me: | sought him out
and he was meek as lamb. He as
saultcd me unawares. Since then Eve
been shot at twice mysteriouslv. and
Tyson received a warning from my
friends that if he tried it again he'd be
strung up to the nearest hickory.
Well and good. Tyson subsidies. He
gives up white society in disgust and
joins the redskins. They're at peace,
and want to stay at peace, unless he
gits them drunk. To skeer me off, in
revenge, he shoots his arrel. He reck-
ons I'll think the Chippcwas gave me
warning. But he's mistook himself.
| don't scare, and after come back
this time I'm going TO hunt him down.
take him to the old Chippewa chief,
with his coward friends, and arter I've
exposed him, I'm Going to drive him.
tarrcd and featherGd, from the settle.
ment."
He dismissed the subject from his
mind by tossinr the arrow contempt-
uously on the ground. He had turned
to resume his rail-splittinr, when his
son. n boy of fourteen. came hurriedly
around the corner of the cabin. His
face was flushed, his manner excited,
and the empty trap he carried in his
hand told his father that some new
cause for anxiety had arisen.
"Well, Hiram, what is itp Another
beaver eaten his tail Off and escapedp,
"Worsc than that, father
..Wbot is itp,'
"The trans. Everyone of them is
zone but thisr'
Amos, oy went down with - crash
He never swore, but his ;nvorotion to
the slippery elm to ''crush him TO Ilin-
dey1 IL he wasn't pettinr riled." nre-
ceded n basty grasp of the rifle, n dead
RIM for the Swomp at the hack of thc
house, and an order In tho how TO come
along
"Worse and worse!, he muttered. rs
he gained the muddy bank where he
had Set sixteen baited traps the nicbt
before
"Hirom. when our horse went 7
tbongbt he'd stroyed and when. two
nighfs ago. the trans were rohbed I
thongbt Il was Iniuns, owe the red.
skins an apology for believing them
mean enough to act as a white man
has. Yonder in the swamp is the end
of one of the traps, and the rest have
probably Joined them company. It's
some white varmint who plays us these
, tricks, and pesky meanness is the mo-
tive. Whoever did this come in boat,
and trailed over the bank to the traps.