The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1886-07-01
a Wild Western Story.

A Wild Western Story.
ri was huntin' and trappin' along the
Columbia River on the Oregon side"
said Uncle Joe, veteran of the plains
and mountains, "and while I was right
in the Ipjun country I kivered my tracks
so we'll that it was weeks before they got
on to me. I built brush hut in 9
heavily timbered bottom, and the keerfnl
manner in which I moved around that
neighborhood would have done credit to
cat. used the bow and arrow alto
gether in KILN game, and my traps
brought me in back load of furs about
as fast as could take keer of 'em.
II guess I had bin located about six
weeks, aud had become sort o. careless,
as was material, when got q sudden eye
opener. One AFTERNOON I cum plump on
the moccasin track of an Injun, and
from the way it circumlocuted around, |
soon made up my mind that he was
huntin' fur me. was bit puzzled at
first, because. there was only one track,
but by and by / fggered out how it was:
It was either SONS 1njun who had slipped
off to trap by himself for few days, or
it was some warrior who had had his
suspicious aroused and was doin' ieetle
investigation on his own hook. If he
got my scalp he was 80 much ahead, and
glory awaited him. If he got nuthln.
he wouldn't be laughed at by the rest OF
his tribe, fur none of 'em would know OF
his adventure. The mint I diskivered
his footprints / pulled myself together
fur bizness, and I hadn't follered his trail
over twenty rods before I found that ne
was follerin' an old trail of mine.
"It didn't take me q mint to realize
that one of us had got to die afore that
hunt would be ended. It was question
of fish or cut bait with me. I should be
follered if left the bottoms, fur that
redskin wanted my life, and l couldn't
stay if he did. On his side, it would
never do fur him to abandon the place
arter be had diskivered that I was alone.
he must take his life agin mine and
abide the issue. Mebbe you kin realize
sunthin' Of the feelin' which comes over
man when he knows that he is bein'
tracked by somebody who demands his
life. I'd rayther have had a whole tribe
of redskins come whoopin' and yellln'
down upon me than to know that q sar-
pent was dodgin' and crawlin' along my
trail, silent, determined and implacable.
I hit the feller's trail about half mile
from the hut, and the hour was about
three o'clock. I knew that he must
sooner or later strike one of my fresh
trails and bring up at the hut, and ii-
stead of follerin' him as he fcllers my
old trail broke off after few minutes
and made directly fur the hut. Near by
was mass of rock which offered Sc
cure hidin' place, and if I could reach it
without bein' seen should have an ad.
vantage. That is, it was reasonable to
believe that he would show up within
shootin' distance durin' the next twenty.
four hours. -.
"I made the tallest kind. o. tracks when.
I once got started. I had TO take the
chances of his hayin' found the hut and
bein' in ambush, and I'm not disputin'
that it was great load off my mind.
when I got safely settled among the
rocks. I dashed into the hut and got
my rifle and hunk of cold meat. and
in twenty seconds more I was safe for
the time bein.' Jist what direction the
varmint would approach from I could
not guess, but he would be still more
puzzled to know what had become of me.
Fur the first hour the place was as silent
as graveyard, and was lookin' and
listenin' as only man can when his life
is at stake to git hint Of the where
abouts of the enemy. l finally got a
sign. A buck deer cum runnin' past me
in way to show that he had seen q
human bein' not far of, and I fggered
that the redskin was approachin' from
the east. He had made complete half
circle of my hidin' place. Fur the
next half hour used my eyes and ears
until my head acbed. knew the var.
mint was approachin' the hut, but ne
was comm so cautiously that could not
tell the exact direction.
"The sun was now gettin' purity low,
and allowed that if he didn't show up
purity soon I'd be badly boxed up for the
night. I WAS allon aige and skeercely
able to hold myself, when, all of sud.
den, the silence was broken by an awful
yell, follored by a cry from some human
bein'. It wasn't way of. but right there
within stones throw, and l riz up as if
I had springs under me. Right there
before my eyes, and not hundred feet
away. panther and an Ipjun was hayin'
it hot and heavy, the beast usin' bis
claws and teeth, and the redskin cuttin'
and slsshin' with his knife. I was so
astonished that 1 couldn't move tor
mint or two, and when I got ready there
was no use in movin'. The two varmints
rolled over and over a dozen times, too
badly mixed fur me to tell which was
which, and then the panther kinder
drawed out of the fight. He might have
got fifteen feet away when he keeled over
and kicked in way to tell me that he'd
got his full. The Ipjun uttered faint
whoop as The panther drawed off, but
when I reached him he was as dead as q
door nail. He had fit it out hand to
hand, usin' his huntin' knife, and Pm
tellin' you he was q terrible lookin' OBJ.
iect. The beast had tore almost every
inch of ciothin' off'n bin, and he was bit
and clawed until he was like raw beef.
"Well, I 6ggered it out purity easy.
That panther bad slowed hisself away on
limb calkelatin' to make it hot fur me.
reckon he didn't git up there until
arter had ambusbed myself, and when
The redskin cum crawin' along the beast
didn't stop to see whether he was white
or black. I was a panther skin, rifle,
tomabawk, and huntin' knife ahead, and,
although I remained there for three
weeks longer, I saw no further signs of
Injuns."
= AT precisely IL o'clock on the night
of June 80 instant the big clock in the
Courthouse tower will toll the knell of
all the barroms in Atlanta. When the
first stroke rings out upon the air there
will be heard a rafting of doors and
windows, and when the last ceases to
yibrate the barrooms will have been
closed not to be reopened for period of
at least two years. The number to be
closed is not as large as the uniformed