San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-02-27
A Very Close Shave.

YOUNG GEORGE SPENCER was lall, active
aud cOmpactly built. and lived in the wear
1871, in the little Village Of Salem, MusSa-
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 dny be-
fore. Having arrived at the place he was de-
hghted TO hnd that the wolves had not diSCDv-
ered MS prize, and hastily throwing the rein
over his horses head, he diSmuuntrd and urO-
ceeded TO sharpen his knives. As he was try
ing the blade he heard II slight crucklC of dry
twlg, and before he could turn to get his trlIstv
rifle, he was surrounded by twenty red painted
savages. Before he could discharge his rifle
lie was seized and bound, and tied on the buCk
OF 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 a lOg hut and
placed under guard of Il tall. powerful warrior
who seemed to glOat over his white lirOthrr's
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 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 terrible death Spencer waited
and listened for hours. until at last Uycryt hing
became quiet, and nothing was heard but tho
screech-owl on some distant tree. The hut
being made of logs offered no possible escaDe
except through the door, before which lay the
Indian guard wrapped in his blanket with his
rlhe 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
a 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 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 hatchet descended on his head and he
sank back dead without even a groan. The
OLD squaw, who also was mapping, now awOkc
ana started to give the alarm, but Spencer
realLlng MS danger was equal to the Cmcr-
genoy, and with one bound he was upOu her
and laid l. er dead with one blow. Artery waiting
moment he stole quietly out and crept can
uously through the camp, and after travelling
Tour days, with little or nothing to eat, he be-
came so exhausted that he sat down 10 rest
ana drink by the clear stream which flowed
at his feet. Feeling sudden faintncss Green.
nag over him, he was about to dispair whom
he saw something gstcning in the sunsets
glow, which made his heart throh with de-
light: There. swinging i'm the autumu's light
was Uncle EmersOn's three golden balls
Saved! Saved!! Saved!!! he exclaimed. and
IN a Few moments Uncle Emerson had hitchcd
up the team, loaned him two dollars and a 90
cent pistol, and delivered him safely TO his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson holds the
bridge to help the BOYS over-You bet!