Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1882-02-08

"Where are you going?" asked the
scout, as Toby started off at brisk
pace.
"Jerico and iewsharps I amt got no
notion O. furnishin' ornymints for an In
jun belt, so I'll scoot for camp"
"Then scoot!" shouted the scout an
grily, bestow1ng a hearty kick. "Scoot,
then, you coward p
It was apparent that Toby was dis
posed to obey the admonition "to scoot,
so impressively emphasized, and in few
moments we were left alone.
"Now," said the scout, who it was
plainly to be seen was a man of more
than ordinary intelligence, "you and l
are going to take your brother and slide
right out of their camp"
Accordingly we took up our march to-
ward the Indian camp, where he informed
me my brother had teen sent by the
warriors.
"You see, he concluded, "there can
not be more than three or four Indians
about, and they the least experienced of
the band. The braves are on the war
path, and will not return until evening.
If we are to rescue him it must be now"
After long and fatiguing climb, we
stood on the top of one of the minor
ridges of the mountains Towering
around us on every side were the tall
cliffs of the mountains, their majestic
peaks standing out clear and bold in the
biting winter atmosphere. Below us lay
the dark thread of the Huerfano River,
locked in the icy embrace of Colorado
winter.
Leading down to it's brink from where
we stood was sheer descent, almost en-
tirely unbroken by tree or bowlder, We
were looking upon one OF those mysteri-
Gus phenomena known as "weird
shoot" which nature had cleared either
by fire OF tornado.
The shoot was about sixty feet wide,
and, with the exception of few Jagged
rocks, afforded a clear roadway from top
to bottom. It was now covered with a
glistening bed of frozen snow, utterly
impossible to man, or even the sure
footed deer.
It was no time, however, to study this
ice-slide, when my dearly-loved brother
was captive in the hands of remorseless
red demons,
We were within a few rods of the
our way through a thicket of scrub oaks.
"Ah," whispered the scout to me, as
he pointed to an article standing against
tree, known as "toboggan, p" "the
red fends have been enjoying sleigh
rides, I seep'
Still more silently we moved toward
the camp, until we caught sight of AL
bert, standing bound to a tree, just in
front of us.
Around the fire, considerable dis
lance from the prisoner, were the bucks,
lazily reclining on ther blankets, watch
ing several squaws preparing meal.
The scout motioned me to remain
where [ was, while he began to creep to-
ward Albert. This he succeeded in do
ing, under the cover of a scrub oak,
which fringed the whole camp.
Never in my life did / spend such an
interminable five minutes. My eye was
fixed upon myssavages, and my rifle at
full-cock, ready to fire should an alarm
be given.
It seemed to me that the scout must
have easily traversed the distance half O
dozen of times. So long was it, in fact,
that l began to fear some accident had
befallen him.
l turned my eyes to see what was oc-
casioning the delay. To my amazement
Albert was no longer bound.
At that instant my heart leaped into
my throat as I heard the savage yell
which announced the discovery of the
loss of their prisoner.
The scout and my brother were at my
side
Horror filed our bosoms as we heard
other shouts and louder ones, which rang
and rang again through the snow-clad
Businesses.
We turned to see the meaning of this
increase of sound.
"MercifuI heavens! The whole band
have come back p exclaimed my brother.
"We are lost % shouted [, in frenzy
of excitement, as [ saw the savages en-
tering the other side of the village, and,
led by the surprised watchers, start in
pursuit.
It had been possible to escape from
three CT four ordinary braves, but to
eyade hundred or more of the best and
most experienced red woodsmen, that
was impossible. ... ..A#
"We are lostp therefore [ again said.
6 Not SO, responded the scout. GIVE
have one chance in hundred. I'll take
that chance %
So saying, he darted aside from the
trail and seized the toboggan.
"To the shoot! to the shoot!" he ex-
claimed.
Meanwhile, the bullets were clipping
the branches about us on either side, and
the air was cleft with blood-curdling yells
such yells as only issue from demon
Threats.
They were gaining rapidly upon us,
one h1deous stalwart especially near,
while but short space behind were three
or four others.
It was doubtful if we could gain the
shoot in time, but, straining every nerve.
we reached it, with the foremost Indian
not far distsnt.
Luckily for us, he had discharged his
rifle early in the chase, and must depend
upon his knife or dubbed weapon.
AS the scout threw down the toboggan,
he shouted: