San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-01-28

YOUNG GEORGE SPENCER was tall, active
and cOmpaCtly built, and lived in the year
1851, in the little Village Of Salem, Massa-
chusCtts. The young man was leaving home
to return 10 the forest some six miles distant,
to get fine l.uck that he had killed the day be
fore. Having arrived at the place he was de-
lighted to find that the wolves had not discOY-
cred his prize, and hastily throwing the rein
over Ills horses hcnd, he dismounted and pro
Ceedrd TO sharpen his knives. As he was try
Ing the blade hp heard slight cruckle OF Il dry
twig. and before he could turn TO get his trusty
rifle, he was surrounded by twenty rcd painted
savagc~. Before he could discharge his rife
he was seized und hound, and tied on the back
OF Il very poor horse. The red devils then tied
the buck to tue back Of another, and after
four days jOurncying arrived AT the camp.
The prisoner was conducted to log hut and
placed under guard of u tall, powerful warrior
who seemed to glOat over his white brothers
captivity, and AN old squaw, who told the
young man in broken English that il was the
palelace'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 tortures
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, aud 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 in his blanket with his
rifle 10y his side, ready for instant use. Visions
of home came up before the young man; of
his sweetheart and his dear Old mother, vino,
aS his father was dead, would be lett without
u 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 it with his feet. Finding it quite
sharp, he soon severed his bonds, and without
waiting jumped tow ard 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 a grOan. The
old Suuaw, who also was mapping, now uWOkc
and started To give the alarm, but Spencer
realizing his danger was equal to the CmCr-
gcncy, and with one bound he was upon her
and laid her dead with OnU blow. After waiting
Il moment he stole quietly out and crept eau
tOusIy 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 10y the clear stream which flowed
at his feet. Feeling "A sudden faintneSs creep
ing over him. he was about to despair, when
he saw something gistcning in the sunsets
glow which made his heart thrOb with dc
light: There. swinging in the autumns light
was InCiC EncrSOn'S three golden balls.
Saved! Saved! Saved! he exclaimed, and
in Il few moments Uncle Emerson had hitched
up the team, leaned him two dollars and 10
cent pistol, and delivered him safely to his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson holds the
bridge to help the boys ONCr-lOu bet.