San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-02-13
A VerY Close Shave.

VOTING GEORGE SPENCER was tall, active
and COmpnCiIy built. and lived in the year
1851, i'm the little Village Of salem, MHssa-
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 h" was de-
lighted to find that the wolves had not dIsCON-
cred his prize, and hastily throwing the rein
over his horses head. he dismOuntrd una pro
cccdcd to sharpen his knives. As he was try
ing the blade he heard slight CraCko of dry
tWig, and before he could turn to get his trllSty
rifle he was surrounded by twenty red painted
suyugCs. Before he could discharge his rifle
he was seized and bound, and tied on the back
of a very poor horse. The rcd devils then tied
the buck to the back Of another. and after
four days iOUrupyng arrived AT the camp.
The prisoner was conducted to log hut and
placed under guard Of II tall, powerful warrior
who seemed to gluat over his white brothers
captivity. and an old SQuHw, who told the
young man i'm broken English that il was the
pulcluCe's last night below. She then left and
put on fresh fuel and stirred up the fire.
Poor Spencer knew fun well that at sunrise
he would Zoe put to the most fearful tOrturCs,
and that he must either escape before morn
ing or die terrible death. Spencer waited
and listened for hours, until at last everything
became quiet, and nothing was heard but the
sCrCcCh-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 in his blanket with his
rifle by his side, ready for instant use. Visions
of home came up before the young man; of
Y,
rs his father was dead, would be lett without
support, and the young man determined to
lose no chance Of escaping. CHANGING around
he noticed a Ratchet lying on the floor: to get
il was the object which he AT last accomplished
10y reaching il with his feet. Finding il quite
sharp, he 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 n grOan. The
Old squaw, who also was mapping now awOkC
and started to give the alarm, hut Spencer
realizing his danger WIS equal To the CmCr-
genCy, and with one bound he was upon her
and laid k1r dead with one blow. After waiting
n moment he stole quietly out and crcpt eau
tiOuSly through the camp, and after travelling
four days, with little or nothing to cat, he be-
came SO exhausted that h" sat down to rest
and drink by the clear stream which flowed
at his feet. Feeling sudden fantncSS creep.
Ing over him, he WAS about to dispaiT when
he saw something glstCning in the sunsets
glow, which made his heart thrOb with de-
light: There, swinging in the autumn's light
was Uncle EmCrSOns three golden balls
Saved! Saved. Saved!.! he exclaimed aud
in a few moments Uncle Emerson had hitChed
zap the team, loaned him two dollars and a no
cent pistol, and delivered him safely to his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson holds the
bridge to help the boys Over-NOu bet,
For Hoarseness, Whooping Cough, Spasms
Of the Wind-pipe, known as Growing disease
and indeed for all pulmonary ailments most
common among the little people. MORLEI'S
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