Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1885-12-03

and motioned me away. Lflew mad in
an instant, and picking up limb from
the pile Of faggots at hand rushed
upon him with the greatest fury. He
fled before me, and the other warriors
laughed uproariously at the sight.
"Well done, my Chicken2" chuckled
Old Bill as returned to him.
"Why don't you get away2' asked.
after looking at him for long time.
s'Bekase I'm tied to this tree"
"I'll let you loose 2
1 remember the sudden change in his
countenance, and how eager he looked
as he lowered his voice and said;
''Chicken, try hard to understand
what l say to you-try hard. You know
me, don't you?"
''Yes, you are Bill"
"That's it, Chicken. fout fur you
yesterday, and was captur'd while tryin'
to save ye. These red imps are goin' to
torture me. want you to help me to git
away
''Shall kill 'em ala"
''Say, Chicken, listen-listen, with all
yer might You've got knife. I saw
ye hev it out a few minits ago. The
reds are gatherin' off to the right to
prepar' fur the fun. If you kin cut my
bonds I've got show. Do you under
stand me9'
/ did, but it was the hardest mental
effort of my life. | not only understood,
but that same spirit of cunning which
sometimes comes to the insane crept
into my bosom. I looked cautiously
about to see the situation. No one
seemed to be directly watching us. To
the west, where the horses were grazing,
the coast was clear of all except squaws
and boys.
There was an awful roaring and buzz
ing in my head, and | wanted to yell
and scream. Old Bill could detect it,
and he whispered:
"Stiddy therel Keep yer narve for
jist mint. Cut me loose and III take
my chances.
That spirit Of cunning directed me to
get behind him and wave my arms over
him. All of sudden drew the knife
and cut his bonds.
"God bless ye, Chickenm he ex-
as he sprang away. He was
stiff and sore and he fell headIong, but
he was up like cat, and he uttered
peculiar cry to attract the attention of
his horse.
Then everything was dream to me.
heard whoops and yells. | saw Indi-
ans running. saw Bill knock down
squaws and boysand reach his horse and
dash away. Then there was blank. I
believe went raving mad. That was
on the morning of the 18th Of July.
You may smile at the finis Of my story.
On the 18th Of September, half an hour
after sunrise, heard voice calling to
me:
chi, therel Come, comrade, wake
upw
l reused up. All around me was
prairie, and in front of me was river.
Ten soldiers in United States blue sur
me. had blanket, but no
other property. My horse was there,
having on his bridal but no saddle.
.'Well, man, how are you9' asked the
lieutenant in charge of the scouting
party.
"All right"
Every man laughed heartily. was in
rags. My hair had grown down to my
shoulders, and my whiskers were long
and matted. When captured weighed
100 pounds My weight now was not
over 10.
Where was n
had journeyed southwest one hun
dred and fifty miles, and was now on the
banks of the North Platte. How did
get away from the Indians2 I had no
idea. Perhaps they turned me loose,
believing that demented prisoner would
bring them bad luck; perhaps I escaped.
Whether I had been wandering for a
week or month could not say. The
party had been on my trail for
three days, knowing that was white
man, and either lost or crazy.
Now, another proof that my story is
straight from the shoulder. Bill Poole
escaped to Cheyenne, and related all the
up to the time he left me
as l have given them to you The In
dians followed him for nearly fifty miles,
and he carried bullet into The post in
bis hip.
What produced my insanity, if you
desire to call it by that terma The poi
son of the reptile. I did not suck the
wound quick enough to keep it out Of
my blood, and then had hollow tsoth
into which some poison was drawn
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