Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1883-11-14
Guys Revenge.

A hunter was hurryiHg through for
ests in the direction of a small settle.
ment on the banks of stream that
mingled its waters with the Mississippi
His age might have been thirty years.
His companion was large dog,
In the settlement he was known by
the title Of Guy Greenman.
He and his young wife dwelt little
apart from the settlement, about half
a mile from their nearest neighbors
Many had thought that they ran
considerable risk from the savages
but this idea they did not entertain.
The savages had been at peace with the
whites for long time. and they felt
they had nothing to fear from them
They had fled to this spot to escape the
prosecutions of a whits man. and they
felt that the redskins could not be worse
than he.
A villain had once sued for the hand
of the young wife and he had been re-
jected; he swore vengeance and they
had fled to this quiet retreat. For a
year they had lived hearing naught
from their old enemy.
But let us return and follow the hun
ter who, with his dog, was hurrylng
homeward.
swell, Swiftfoot, we shall be there
shortly" said the hunter. Do you
think your mistress will be glad to see
us tonight"
The dog looked up into the face of its
master, giving an answer in the afirma-
tive as splainly as words could have done.
Suddenly, just as 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 smiling
the air.
"What is it, Swiftfoot?" said the
hunter.
The dog turned toward him and ut
tered low howl. The blood seemed
turned to ice in the veins of the hunter.
Surely that howl was the forerunner of
danger to the one lie loved so dearly.
Once more theanimal gave utterance
to that same dismal how'll and then
darted forward, the hunter following
him. 1t was but a short time and he
was at the edge of the clearing. His
cabin staod as he had left it, but there
was no smoke curling from the Chin
ney, indicating that the good wife was
preparing the evening meal.
With bis heart oppressed he hurried
forward. The dog was there before
him bounding in at the open door, but
he was out again the next minute,
giving a fierce growl.
"Swiftfoot, where is your mistress?'
shouted the hunter, as glance
showed him the empty cabin.
The dog gave no answer, but ran
round with his nose to the ground. \
minute later and he gave bark; tine
hunter hurried to the spot. There
were the footprints Of savage feet, with
those Of the one he loved. There was
also another that OF a white man.
The trail led away to the forest. Their
old enemy had discovered them, and,
with the savages, had carried away his
wife into captivity.
| For moment he stood as if unable
10 move. Then he raised his right
hand ana exclaimed: ''This world is not
large enough for US both. Ralph San
ford shall die!"
| With these words he fastened on,
ward, 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 lhis wife from the
villain who had her i'll his power? He
could only strain every nerve to the
uttermost.
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 glimmering
through the trees before him. His
heart gave a great bound. Swiftfoot
came lack and turned his eyes up to
his masters face. The hunter gently
patted him on the head, and then init
mated that he should now go behind
him. He at once obeyed, and they
moved onward.
Closer and closer they drew to the
spot from where the light came, and al
last two figures were revealed by ths
light Of the fire. At the sight OF ont
(his wife) his heart gave great throt
of delight; but it thrilled with rags
when he beheld the other. 1t wa:
Ralph Sanford. About them la!
stretched three savages whom Sanford
had hired to help i'll carrying out hi!
infamous scheme. The hunter was 81
near them that the voice Of the villain
came to his ears, 80 that he did EOt
lose a word of the conversation.
"You are mine, Alice Greenman
now and forever" he said,
He took step toward her.
''Back, villain! Touch me not!" SHE
cried. Death would be far better
than life with you'll My husband viii
yet be avenged upon you for this out
rage"
III ardly had thees words left her lip
before the sharp report OF rifle ran:
through the forest; and, falling at he
ieet with bullet through his heart
Ralph Sanford's soul was sent befor'
his maker.
The savages jumped to their feet
but the hunter and Swiftfoot dashed il
among them. With the butt of hi!
rifle Greenman struck one Of them t,
the ground, while the dog caught a
mother by the threat. The third sprans
away and was soon swallowed up i'll th'
gloom of the forest.
| ,nomant more and the husban.