Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1885-05-28

raoh's daughter, who was transformed
into an owl, and her bitter cry:
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1 once wss a Kings daughter. and sat on my
But now I'm poor howlet. and hide in follow
Since that night my associations with
the owl are very iferent and far more
unpleasant.
1 had always been in the habit of
carrying dark-lantern IN my | ocket,
and this 1 now took out and Lighted,
with view to investigating the place,
first taking the precaution of hanging
my overcoat in front of the aperture.
threw the beams of the lantern in
front OF me, and the first object that
attracted my attention was a brace
of birds, commonly called the bull-bat
or night-hawk, cured. stretched, and
nailed to the wall. At first what this
meant did not dawn on me, and simply
wondered who had been the prior DIS
coverer and what was his object, and
whether he was bird-fancier. Then l
stepped forward, and nearly fell over
ft-yielding object, over which / then
bent, and started back in horror to
meet the eyes of dead man dis
tended with fright glaring mp at
me. The thing was such shock
that cold shivers went running all over
me, and / nearly beat q precipitate re-
treat; but curiosity overcame me, and
hastily covering his face with my hand
kerchief to shut out the awful stare of
his eyes, again turned to look about
me. There was nothing much else ex-
cept motley array of guns, knives and
pistols stored away in one corner, and
then turning back to the corpse ex-
amined him to find that he had been
struck blow on the back of the head.
surmised that he had been robbed
and dragged here previously to being
disposed of or buried.
The meaning then of The birds flash
ine IND place Of Tie s Bssnnd, ban and and
here probably they concealed their
treasures; aud here probably they
would soon return to dispose of their
victim. AS / felt no desire to share
his fate concluded that instant fight
would be the best manner of proving
that discretion which is said to be the
"better part of valor."
took my handkerchief off the dead
mans face, for / had no desire of
leaving any trace whereby / might be
tracked, identified and murdered, and
creeping out on my hands and knees, l
rushed ont into the wild night as if
pursued by O thousand demons. 1
caught my horse, who was patiently
waiting where l had left him, and
mounting, rode l knew not whittier,
with only one thought predominant, to
get as far away us possible from the ac-
cursed cave of the "Bull-Bat Band"
had wandered some distance when
fss-s4s, which, after accommodating, l
found to proceed from a small cottage
at the side of hill.
The cottage was In condition of
ruin, and only one room seemed to be
in use. rode up boldly to the door
for amy kind of companionship seemed
left-and knocked loudly.
In a few minutes L heard slow steps
and voice grumbling in low tone,
and then the door opened and snap
pish woman querulously demanded my
business.
answered that supper and q nights
| lodging for myself and horse was all
that desired and was willing to pay
literally for the same.
The old woman wi hdrew, muttering
to herself the while, and disappeared
in the interior of the house, and /
heard voices, one incautiously sharp
and clear, say, in sharp tones that
sounded with a familiar ring on my