Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-09-26
Died Game"
Detroit Free Press.
1t is morning on the prairie.

1t is morning on the prairie.
To the east is the rosy sunrise aud the din
far-away outline of q mountain range; to til
north shadowy line which may mean hill
or timber; to the west and south a broad
level ocean Of green grass which has no limit
1t seems as level as floor to the eye, but i
is cut up with dry ravines and bitches an
there are sharp ridges and dips and sunkel
spots.
The sun is warm, the air still, and ever,
blade Of grass is loaded with diamond dew
drops. There is no bird to chirp, and NJ
crickets to call out, but there is no feeling O
loneliness. One who faces that morning SUI
and feels the vastness of the prairie is lost i,
quiet amazement. There is an awe upon hin
akin to that which man feels when he see:
the ocean dashed to mighty fury. The one i
an exhibition of Divine anger-tte other O
Divine peace.
See! A rough-clad, full-bearded man, o.
iron muscles and fearless courage, suddenly
rises from hollow, losses aside his blanket
Id slowly turns his head in every direction
10 scan the green grass sea. At the same
moment his horse emerges from dip which
has heretofore sheltered him, and with c
whinny OF recognition and pleasure advances
straight upon his master.
+ Alonei Man and horse are the only living
creatures in sight They are as much lost to
the world as two grains of sand washing to
and fro in the Atlantic. The masters hand
steals UP until it rests upon the horses neck,
and the faithful animal crowds bit nearer.
Both are awed by the broad expanse. The
mighty grandeur of Nature steals in upon the
mans soul, audit seems to passlike an electric
current to the horse. He raises his head.
His nostrils expand. His eyes grow clearer
and larger Surely he must see the picture
spread out before him there. snd something
of its beauty must be felt
See thatl The mans hand goes up to shade
his eyes. ETe is looking straight to the west.
He stands like rock, and his eyes are as
keen as AN eagles. The horse is looking in
the same direction, ears pricked forward,
lips quivcring and every muscle in his legs
frightened up as if for race. What is it2 A
flutter on the surface of the prairie caught
the mans eye for an instant and then disap-
peared. 1t was two miles away 1t was
only a trife; but on that trifle depends his
life. A shipwrecked sailor catches his breath
at sight of every white cloud creeping above
the water line The hunter of the prairie
feels his heart pound ct the futter of birds
wing-the bark of coyote-the boot of an
owl-at sight of footprint or broken
bush. These may mean nothing, or they
may mean an ambush-a race for iife-cap-
ture and torture.
''Yil vi! yil"
The level-seeming prairie is broken two
miles away by q dry ravine deeper than
mans height. This curves and bends and
leads on four miles. Scrambliug out of its
depths, and each ono sounding his war-whoop
as he mounts his pony, are o score of In
dams.
For two days the hunter had swept the
horizon in vain. He was alone on the great
ocean. Night had been tranquil and full of
sound sleep. Here, now, rising like spectres
from the earth before him, is band Of
blood-thirsty demons raving for his life The
sight stuns him for a few seconds. Then,
with growl of chagrin and defiance, he
filings the saddle upon his horse, picks up his
rifle, and while yet the Indians are a mile
and q half away, he mounts and heads for
the east.
A race for life has begun.
The hunters horse strikes into a long,
steady gallop, which would keep him along
side of a train Of cars. There is a chorus Of
first rush. Then the silence of the prairie is
broken only by the thudl thudl Of horses
feet. The very silence is ominous, and
speaks Of grim determination to run the
VICTIM down.
Steady, fiow! The hunters horse devours
mile after mile Of the green prairie, now at
the crest of a swell-now almost hidden in
dip-now for an instant out of sight OF
those who follow. They gain little Tho
hunter plans that they shall. Every yard
they gain requires an extra speed that will
take ten minutes of the race after high noon.
At 10 o'clock they have gained half mile.
Then the pace is even, and neither loses nor
gains.
There Is something terribly grim in follow
ing man TO his death Not a shout-not a
call-not rife-shot. Thudl thud thudl over
level and ridge and always to the east. The
sun mounts higher and higher, and now and
then the hunter glances back with faint
hope that the pursuit has been abandoned.
Mol He might as well expect wolf to quit
the pursuit of a wounded deer leaving its
life-blood to stain the grass at every rod.
It is high noon.
The pursuit began over sixty miles away,
Sut Guo breeze DTlnsgS 10 tuo uUEtef s ears GHab
same monotony of hoof-beats, and he glances
bacl, to see that same dark line strung out at
bis heels. 1t has become question of ell
DURANGO If he can tire them out he will es-
cape. He shuts his teeth anew, reaches for
ward to cares his horse
He is downs A burrow caught foot as
the horse sped onward and man and animal
roll to the ground. The race is finished The
poor beast whinnes an apology for his fall as
he founders about with a broken leg, and the
exultant shouts Of the redskins hardly reach
the hunters ears before he is down alongside
the crippled horse and his rifle aimed at the
approaching fos.
It is another bright, peaceful day. Here
are the same pure air, the same blue sky, tho
same panorama of grass and flowers and
dimly outlined mountains.
a band of hunters are crossing the prairie
at steady gallop, instead of a single man
riding for his life A vulture rises up with !.
hoarse scream-a second-a third, and the odor
of decay reaches the noStrils of riders and
horses. The band haIts, rides to the left, AMI
presently all look down upon sight which
tells its own story. The swollen carcass of q