San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-03-01

YOUNG GEORGE SPENCER was tail, active
and COmpaCtly built, and lived I'm the wear
1861, in the little Village of Salem. Massa-
Chusetts The young man was leaving home
TO return to the forest, some six miles distant
TO get fine buck that he had killed the day he
fore. Having arrived at the place he was Dc
lighted to hnd that the wolves had not dscOy-
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
lug the blade he heard slight CruckIc OF dry
twig, and before he could turn to get his trustr
rifle, he was surrounded by twenty red painted
savages. Before he could discharge hs 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 tOurneying arrived at the camp.
The prisoner was conducted to a log hut and
placed under guard of 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
paleiace's last night below. She then left and
put on fresh fuel and stirred up the fire
Poor Spencer knew fun well that ut sunrise
he would be put TO the most fearful tOrturcs
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, 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
2,
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 Ratchet lying on the floor: to get
II was the object which he at last accomplished
by reaching it with his feet. Finding il quite
sharp, he soon severed his bonds and without
waiting jumped toward the guard. whose uuicI;
ear detected the movement, and he had risen
on his elbow; but Spencer was too quick and
the hatchet 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 her dead with one blow. Alternating
moment he stole quietly out and crept eau
tiously through the camp. and after travelling
four days, with little or nothing 10 eat he be-
came so exhausted that he sat down to rest
and drink by the clear stream which flowed
at his feet Feeling sudden faintncss creep.
lag over him, he was about to dispair, when
he saw something glistenng i'm the sunsets
glow, which made MS heart thrOb with de-
light: There. swinging i'm the autumn's light
was Uncle EmersOn's three golden balls
Saved! Saved!! Saved!!! he exclaimed. and
in few moments Uncle Emerson had hitched
up the team, loaned him two dollars and a 30
cent pistol, and delivered him safely TO his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson holds the
bridge TO help the bows over-YOu betl