The DeSmet leader. (DeSmet, Kingsbury Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-07-07
Guys Revenge.

hunter WAS nuffylng through IOre6ts
in the direction Of a small settlement on
the banks of stream that mingled its
waters with the Mississippi. His age
might have been 80 years. His COM
panion was large dog.
In the settlement he was known by
the title of Guy GreenmalssM
He and his young wife " little
apart from the settlement, ,out half a
mile from their nearest neighbors.
Many had thought that they ran con-
siderable risk from savages; but this
idea they did not entertain. The savages
had been at peace with the whites for Q
long time, and they felt they had moth
ing to fear from them, They had fed
TO this spot to escape the prosecutions of
a white man, and they felt that the red
skns could be no worse than he.
A william had once sued for the hand
of the young wife and had been reject
ed; he swore vengesace and they had
fed TO this quiei retreat. For a year
they had lived, hearing naught from
their old enemy.
But let us return and follow the
hunter, who, with his dog was hurrying
homeward.
"WelI, Swiftfoot, we shall be there
shortly said the hunter. "Do you
think your mistress will be glad TO see
us to-night?'
The dog looked up into the face of his
master. giving an answer in the affirma-
i've as plainly as words could have done.
suddenly, Just az an opening in the
trees. far ahead, was discerned, the dog,
who was in advance, paused, with his
head raised aloft, and seemed to be sniff
aWhat is it, Swiftfoot?" said the hun.
ter.
The dog turned toward him and ut
tered a low howl. The blood seemed
turned TO ice i'm the veins of the hunter.
Surely that howl was the forerunner Of
danger TO the one he loved 30 dearly.
Once more the animal gave utterance
to that same dismal howl, and then
darted forward, the hunter following
him. 1t was but short time and he
was at the edge OF the clearing His
cabin stood as he had left It, but there
was no smoke curling from the chimney
indicating that the good wife was pre-
M ring tho evening ~meal.
With his heart oppressed he hurried
torwaru. sIio uUg was Inere before MIN
bounding in at the open door, but he
was out again the next minute, giving .
fierce growl.
"Swiftfoot, where 10 your mistress7"
shouted the hunter, as glance showed
him the empty cabin.
The dog gave no answer, but ran round
with his nose to the ground. A minute
later and he gave bark; the hunter hur-
ried to the spot There we're the foot
prints of savage feet, with those Of the
one he loved. There was also another
that OF q white man. The trail led
away to the forest. Their old enemy
had discovered them, and, with the saw.
ages, had carried away his wife into
captivity.
For q moment he stood az IL unable to
move. Then he raised his right hand
and exclaimed: "This world Is not large
enough for us both. Ralph Sanford shall
die!"
With these words he hastened onward,
following the dog, who kept the trail.
Thus they sped onward again into the
heart of the forest. Should he be too
late to save his wife from the villain
who had her in his power2 He could
only strain every nerve to the ut
most.
The darkness gathered thicker, and
the two pursuers kept on their track.
1t was midnight at last, Not once had
the dog paused. Suddenly the hunter
beheld a light family glimmerinR
through the trees before him. His
heart gave q great bound. Swiftfo II
came back and turned his eyes up to his
masters face, The hunter gently pat
ted him on the head, and then intimated
that he should now 90 behind him. He
at once obeyed, and they moved on
ward.
Closer and closer they drew to the
spot from whence the light came, and
at last two figures were revealed by the
light of the fire. At the sight OF one
(his wife) his heart gave q great throb OF
he beheld the other. 1t was Ralph San
ford. About them lay stretched the
three savages whom Sanford had hired
to help in carrying out his famous
scheme. The hunter was 30 near them
that the voice Of the william came TO his
ears, 80 that he did not lose q word oi
the conversation.
"You are mine, Alice Greenman, now
and 70 rever," he said.
He took step toward her.
Back. william! Touch ne not" she
cried. death would be far better than
life with you! My husband will yet be
avenged upon you for this outrage"
Hardly had these words Left her lipt
before the sharp report Of Q rife rang
through the forest; and, falling at her
feet with bullet Through, his hesrt,
Ralph Sanford's soul was sent before its
maker.
The savages jumped to their feet. but
the hunter and Swiftfoot dashed in
among them. With the butt Of his rife
Greenman struck one of them to the
ground, while the dog caught another by
the throat. The third sprang away and
was soon swallowed up in the gloom oi
the forest.
A moment more and the husband and
wife were clasped in each others arms
their hearts filed with joy at the 10
union.
Guy and his loving little wife wers
never afterward molested by white man
or redskin. And thus it was that Guy ant
Swiftfoot wrecked speedy vengsnce up
on the marauders.