San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-02-15

YOUNG GEORGE SPENCER was tall, active
md compactly built, and lived I'm the year
1881, in the little Village Of Salem, MasSa-
. Chusetts. The young man was leaving home
10 return to the forest, some six miles distant
10 get fine buck that he bad 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
cecdcd to sharpen his knives. As he was try
ing the blade he heard slight cTackle of a dry
twig, and before he could turn to get his trusty
rifle, he was surrounded by twenty red painted
saVaEcs. Before he could discharge his rifle
he was seized and bound, and tied on the back
of 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 Il tail, 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
palciace' 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 be put to the most fearful tOrturcs
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 in his blanket with his
rifle by his side, ready for instant use. Visions
OF home came up before the young man; of
his sweetheart and his dear old mother, who.
as his father was dead, would be left without
a 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 1t with his feet. Finding II 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 hatchct descended on his head. and he
sank back dead without even a grOan The
old squaw, who also was mapping. now awOke
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 ar dead with one blow. After waiting
moment he stole quietly out and crept eau
tiously through the camp, and after travelling
four days with little or nothing to cat he be-
came so exhausted that nc sat down to rest
and drink by the clear stream which flowed
at his feet. Feeling sudden fantness creep.
ing over him, he was about to despair. when
he saw something glistening in the sunsets
glow, which made mis- heart thrOb with de-
light: There, swinging in the autumns light
was Uncle EmersOn's three golden balls.
Saved Saved! Saved!!! he exclaimed, aud
in a few moments Uncle Emerson had hitched
up the team, loaned him two dollars and 30
cent pistol, and delivered him safely 10 his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson solds the
bridge to help the boys Oyer-You bet!