San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-01-29

NOTNG GEORGE SPENCER was tail. active
and COmpuClly built. and lived in the year
1851, in the little Village Of Salem, MusSa-
ChuSCttS. The young man was leaving home
to return to the forest some six miles distant,
to get a fine buck that he mad killed the day be-
fore. Having arrived at the place he was de-
lighted 10 find that the wolves had not discov-
cred his prize, and hastily throwing the rein
over his horses head, he dSmOuntCd and pro-
cCedCd to sharpen his knives. As lie was try
ing the blade he heard slight Cracklc Of dry
twig. and before he could turn to get his tTIISty
rifle, he was surrounded by twenty red painted
savagCS. Before he could discharge his rifle
he was seized and hound, and tied on the back
OF a 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 u tall, powerful warrior
lwhO seemed to glOat over his white brother
captivity, and an old squaw, who told the
young man in broken English that il was the
palCtucc'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 fortunes,
and that he must either escape before morn
ing or die Il 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 10y his side, ready for instant use. Visions
Of home came up before the young man; of
p
rs his father was dead. would be left without
II support, and the young man determined to
lose no chance of escaping. CHANGING around
he noticed Ratchet lying on the floor: to get
il was the object which be at last accomplished
10y reaching it with his feet. Finding 1t 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 awOkc
and started to give the alarm, but Spencer
realizing his danger was equal to the cmer-
gCncy. and with one bound he was upon her
and laid her 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 eat, he be-
came so exhausted that he sat down to rest
and drink by the clear stream which flowed
at his feet Feeling Il sudden faintness creep
ing over him, he was about to dispair when
he saw something glistoning in the sunsets
glow, which made his heart thrOb with de-
light: There, swinging in the autumu's light
was Uncle EmcTSOn'S three golden balls.
Saved. Saved! Savcd!!! he exclaimed, and
in a few moments Uncle Emerson had hitched
up the team, loaned him two dollars and Il 30
cent pistol, and delivered him safely to his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson holds the
bridge to help the boys Over-You bet!