Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1883-06-14
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But it wants broad daylight to do tina
in, and sharp eye TO boot, which ever,
man hain't got. IT'S gift of mater, a
Parson Smith on the Neck said the othe
day. A clever man that Smith, and ,
right smart one too, on'ny he s too un
commonly gifted in prayer-'speciall.
in a cold winters day! His sarmont
is very edifying, so I've hearn tell; ant
he handles gun well, too-that know
"a good shot-a good shot for par
son."
Muttcring to himself in this manner
totally Indifferent to the dangers which
surrounded him, the.old man continued
his way towards the encampment of the
savagcs, assured that wherever they
might look for him they would not sus.
pect his presence in that neighborhood
which they had faithfully secured on
the first alarm, after which, his trail
being discovered, four of the runners
had started off in pursuit
CHAP. vi.
The first faint streaks of light were
glimuering in the dappled east-the
lake, unrufiled by the gentlest zephyr,
spread out its broad CLASSY bosom, dot
ted here and there with little green
lslets-the bordering trees and bushes
hung motionless over the still waters in
which their foliage was perfectly re-
Elected, tinging the edges of the lake
with a deep green, like colored crystal;
the whole forming as quiet and beauti-
ful picture as ever delighted the eye
of lover of nature. The woods were
vocal with the matin song of birds, their
rich and varied warblings blending in
to one glorious harmony-as if the
feathered choir had in the language of
Milton,
"Cleared up their choicest notes in bush and
spray,
To gratua.e the sweet return of MORN"
Far off on the lake, just seen in the
dawning light, a solitary canoe glided
slowly on its way. A short time and
it doubled point of land and disap-
peared from sight. Drawn up on the
bank of the little opening already de-
scribed were the two remaining canoes,
and under nelghboring tree, stark
and CHASTITY, stretched out the body of
one OF the savages who had fallen be-
meath the knife of the hunter. The
canoe that had just been lost to view,
bore the body of the other victim-a
chief of some notion its way to the
distant tribe to which he belonged.
From the belt of the corpse beneath
the tree was still suspended the wom-
ans scalp, which had called down |
upon the perpetrator of the foul deed |
the dire vengeance of the scout. The |
long dark hair lay in heavy mass up |
on his breast, as if, even in death, he |
in this fearful trophy of his
The plat was entirely deserted. Pres
emily, however, the tall form of the scout |
might have been seen emerging from
he woods. Casting quick and search
ng chances in every direction, he adj
7anced with the utmost caution towards
his fallen foe-occasionally pausing,
listening intently and cycling suspicious
y every bush and tree rs if they con-
,ealed a lurking enemy. Stepping as if
lis lightest football would break the
'lumber of the dead. he reached at last
he side of the dead.
The marches wretches shan't have
t to exult over" muttered the old man
IS he disengaged the scalp from tho
,elt and carefully placed it in his pouch,
where the rlnglets of mother and child
mingled in striking though mournful
contrast.
He had turned to retrace his steps,
when sudden thought seemed to occur
o him.
"I'll do it to madden the varmint's,"
he remarked in an emphatic tone
twill ruck them up awfully l kalker-
ate!'
Unsheathing his knife and STOPPING
,ver the head of the corpse with dex-
Gritty that evinced practised hand, he
removed the scalp from the dead In
lian's head, and then, having placed it
n the same place so lately occupied by
he scalp of the woman, he noiselessly
eft the spot. An angry growl from
Brave quickened his steps. In mo-
nent he was again in the woods and on
lis way TO Yarmouth, skilfully and cum
lingly endeavoring to conceal his trail
no easy matter-from the prying eyes
# the redskins.
Ten minutes had barely elapsed, dur
NO which the scout was making the
,est of his way towards the settlement,
when behind him there arose yell, so
Wild and territic-a howl so demoniacal
md unearthly that even the old hunter,
o whose ears such sounds were familiar,
could not conceal a slight shudder as it
vent echoing through the forest.
Hal" he calculated, as he increased
lis speed-"the reptyles have returned
md discovered the scalp, and its touch
ID the raw! The sooner l get out of
his neighborhood | consate, the bet
,er."
Throughout the day, hardly slacken-
ng his pace, he continued TO thread the
angled forest, until, about nightfall, he
approached the settlement of North
Z Yarmouth. In the outskirts he fell in
With number of the scouting party
rom Falmouth, who detailed to him the
itrocity that had been committed.
Eyes, yes said the scout, Il knew
he reptyles had been at their bloody
work in the settlements. Poor little
Ruth!'' and the old mans voice became
,hoked with emotion.
"But have you seen any signs of the
Indians, WeirP" asked one of the party.
Il reckon / have, the varmints, re-
piled the scout, and opening his pouch
he handed to the astonished spe akcr |
two scalps.
"Why, what are thesep Where did |
you get themP" were the eager excla-
of the party as they closed
round and gazed on the CORY trophies.
''rhey are proofs replied the old man
with deep feeling, that little Ruth and
her mother are AVENGED"
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