San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-03-03
4 VerY Close Shave.

Young GEORGE SPENCER was tall. active
and COmpaCtIy built, and lived i'm the. ypnr
1851, in the little Village of Salem, Massa-
chusrtts. The young man was leaving home
to return to the forest, some six miles distant.
to get Il fine buck that ne had killed the DAY hr-
fore. Having arrived at the place ne was Dc
lighted To find that the wolves had not diSc0y-
cred his prize, and hastily throwing the rein
over his horses head, he di~mOuutrd and uItI-
CCcded TO sharpen his knives. As he was fry
ing the blade he heard slight CruChIp of a dry
twig, and before he could turn TO get his trust =
rife, he was surrounded 10y twenty rcd painted
sayagCs. Before ne could discharge bis 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 tall, powerful warrior
(whO seemed to glOat over his white brDfIrr's
captivity, and an old squIuy, who told tho
young man in broken English that il was the
palclaCe 5 last night below. She then left and
put on fresh fuel and stirred up the fire.
Poor spencer knew full well that az sunrise
he would be put to the most fearful turturps
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
screcCh-OWl on some distant tree The hui
being made of logs offered no possible Cscgnr
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 who
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: Ia grt
il was the object which he at last ACCOMPLISHED
by reaching il with his feet. Finding il unite
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 Ratchet descended on his head, and he
sank back dead without even a gruau. The
old squaw, who also was mapping. now Uwohc
and started to give the alarm but Spencer
realizing his danger was equal to the CmCr-
gency, and with one bound he WIS upOn her
and laid Ler dead with one blow. Alternating
moment he stole quietly out and crrpi eau
tously through the camp, and after travelling
Tour days, with little or nothing to cat he be-
came so exhausted that he sat down To rest
and drink by the clear stream which flowed
at his feet. Feeling a sudden Taintucs- Green
ing over him, he was about to diSua!r when
he saw something gliStCuing i'm the sunsets
glow, which made his heart thrub with de-
light: There, swinging in the autumu's light
was Uncle EmCrsOns three golden balls
Saved! Saved! Savcd!.! he exclaimed. and
in few moments Uncle Emerson had hitchcd
up the team, loaned him two dollars and 10
cent pistol and delivered him safely TO his
mother and sweetheart. Emerson holds the
bridge to help the bows over-You bet!