San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-02-18

YOUNG GEORGE SPENCER was tall, active
and COmpHCtly built, and lived in the year
1921, in the little Village of Salem, Massa-
chusCttS. The young man was leaving home
to return to the forest, some six miles distant
To get a fine buck that he had killed the day he
fore. Having arrived at the place ne was de-
lighted TO find that the wolves had not discuy-
cred his prize, and hastily throwing the rein
over his horses head he diSmOuntrd and pro-
Ceeded to sharpen his knives. As he was try
ing the blade he heard slight CraCklc Of dry
twig, and before he could turn to get his truSty
rifle, he was surrounded 10y twenty red painted
savagcs. Before hC could discharge his rife
he was seized and bound, and tied ON the back
of a very poor horse The red devils then tied
the buck to the back OF another, and after
four days jOurncying arrived AT the camp.
The prisoner was conducted to a log hut and
placed under guard of II tail, powerful warrior
iWhO seemed to glOat over his white brothers
captivity, and an old squaw, VINO told the
young man in broken English that II was the
paleiaCe's last night below. She then left and
put on fresh fuel and stirred up the fire
Poor Spencer knew full well that at sunrise
he would be put to the most fearful tUrturps.
and that he must either escape before morn
ing or die a terrible death. Spencer waited
and listened for hours, until at last everything
became quiet, and nothing was heard but the
screcch-Owl ON some distant tree. The hut
being made Of logs offered no possible escape
except through the door, before which lay the
indian guard wrapped i'm his blanket with his
rifle by his side, ready for instant use. Visions
of home came up before the young man: of
MS sweetheart ana his dear Old mother, who,
AS his father was dead, would he left without
support, and the young man determined to
lose no chance Of escaping. CHANGING around
he noticed hatchet lying on the floor: to get
il was the object which ne M last accomplished
10y reaching IL with his feet. Finding II quite
sharp, ne soon severed his bonds and without
waiting jumped toward the guard. whose quick
ear detected the movement, and he had risen
on his elbow; but Spencer was too quick and
the Ratchet descended on his head, and he
sank back dead without even Il grOan The
Old squaw, who also was mapping. now awOkr
and started to give the alarm, but Spencer
realizing his danger was equal to the CmCr-
gency, and with one bound be- was upon her
and laid EHr dead with one blow. After waiting
moment he stole quietly out and crcpt eau
tiOusly through the camp, and after travelling
four days, with little or nothing to eat he be-
came so exhausted that ne sat down to rest
and drink by the clear stream which flowed
at his feet. Feeling sudden faintncss creep
ing over him, he was about to despair, when
he saw something glstcning in the sunsets
glow, which made MS heart thrUb with de-
light: There, swinging in the autumu's light
was Uncle EmCrsOn's three golden balls
Saved! Saved! Saved!.! he exclaimed, and
In a few moments Uncle Emerson had hitched
up the team, loaned him two dollars aud a ~
cent pistol, and delivered him safely to his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson HOLDS the
bridge TO help the boys Over-You bet.