San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-03-09

YOUNG GEORGE SPENCER was tail. active
and COmpactly built, and lived in the year
1851, in the little Village of Salem, Massa-
ChusCtts. The young man was leaving home
10 return TO the forest some six miles distant,
Ia get II fine buck that he had killed the day be
fore. Having arrived at the place he was de-
lighted to find that the wolves had not diSCOV-
cred his prize, and hastily throwing the rein
over his horses head, he dismOuntCd and pro
ceeded to sharpen his knives. As he was try
ing the blade he heard u slight CraCklC of q dry
twig, and before he could turn to get his truSty
rife, he was surrounded 10y twenty red painted
sayages. Before he could discharge his rifle
he was seized and bound, and tied on the back
of Il very poor horse. The red devils then tied
the buck to the back of another, and after
four days jOurneying arrived at the camp.
The prisoner was conducted to log hut and
placed under guard Of tall, powerful warrior
(whO seemed to RlOat over his white brothers
captivity, and an old sQuaw, who told the
young man in broken English that it was the
paeface's last night below. She thsn left and
put on fresh fuel and stirred up the fire.
Poor Spencer knew fun well that at sunrise
he would be put to the most fearful tOrturcs
and that he must either escape before morn
ing or die Il terrible death. Spencer waited
and listened for hours, until ut last everything
became quiet, and nothing was heard but the
screech-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
MS sweetheart ana his dear old mother. who,
as his father was dead, would be left 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
by 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 grOan. The
old squaw, who also was mapping, now awOkc
and started to give the alarm, but Spencer
realizing his danger was equal to the CmCr-
gency, and with one bound he was upon her
and laid her 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 he sat down to rest
and drink by the clear stream which flowed
at his feet. Feeling a sudden fantncss creep
ing over him, he was about 10 dispgir when
he saw something glistening in tho sunsets
glow, which made mis- heart thrub with de-
light There, swinging in the autumn's light
was Uncle EmersOn's three golden balls
Saved! Saved!! Saved!!! he exclaimed, aud
in few moments Uncle Emerson had hitched
up the team, loaned him two dollars and a 30
cent pistol, and delivered him safely 10 his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson holds the
bridge TO help the bows over-YOu bet!