The Red Cloud chief., 1888-11-16
FAIR PAPITA'S LEAP.
Pursued By a Boar She Takes q
Last Chance Cor Lilo.
lSru'n b Killed by . Mountain LION. IN
LION 10 shot by . Gallant Hunter,
aWd l'apitn Bob. Z p s~rrneiy
From below.

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From below.
The Silver City (Mont.) correspond
ent Of the Cincinnati En7p,rsr sends
the following remarkable tale:
These mountains are as rich in ad-
ventures rs they are in QUARTERBACK and
big powders. he writes. Once in awhile.
one OF the first is heard Of beyond its
Immediate participants. just as The.
quartz now and then shows up "a silver
vein to the persistent in1ui.itive miner.
Some Of these have been duly chroni-
cled. but not the tenth part of those
which have happened. ever within
easy reportOrial reach. have been
heard Of by me. A few days ago Hank
Slicer. an old hunter. who fought the
Indians long before he came up into
the mountains ten years ago. dropped
into our little mining camp. casually.
rs it were. The old man i, garrulOus.
after he has taken on about a half "a
dozen thrcc-finger doses ~ Bourbon.
and he told half 4 dozen beautifully
tinted stories Of life in the mountains.
That ia. the stories We're ~rOse-colored
IA nan with strong imagination and 4:
slight prejudice against Hank might
say they were ''lurid." All IT them
were highly entertaining. Fortunately
he had collateral evidence of the truth
Of some Of them. though no one ever
disputed any statement by Hank Slic.r
unless Hank was either asleep or out
Of sight and tolerably certain not TO re-
turn for some time. One of his stories
! shall give. Its a pity il can not be-
given verbatim and with all the Orna-
ments Of adjective and expletive. cest-
ure and facial contOrtiOn with which
Il vas duly embellished by the old
man. But tO do SO would require "A
special font Of type with several rev
characters. Stripped of all DISCUSSES
the story is about as follows:
Slicer has spent the summer camped
on a spur Of the mountains. thirty ar
forty miles from here. known rs Big
Tree Mountain. This spur is a wide
one. and has many lovely little valleys
and charming nOOks. Its chief cha,vn
in old Hank eyes. however. was the
TACT that its valleys and glcn> are the
chosen feeding ground of the deer. and
that its many pe!lucid streams are
chOck-full of the fines, trout. With
Hank was an Old Indian. q h~alf-brecd.
who. Of course. took along his s9uaw
and her membranes. 4 rather briglr.
eopper-cOlOrci girl of fourteen or fif-
teen. three or four smaller fry. their
number. ages and sex being quite i'm
material. ''Eunning Antelope" was
his tribal name. though Hank always
called him ''lialf-brecd Jim" when re-
ferring 10 him in mixed society of
which the latter WAS ID 4 part. The
two had known each other aud camped
together OF and on for = score or more
of years. This summer they must have
Ind u particularly royal and hilarious
time. with the sluaw Ia do their cook
ING. the kids ~ do the chores. venispn
steaks running free and thick in their
outdoor pantry. and trout fairly crowd.
ing around every hook that was thrown
into the streams. Such . state Of
affairs means beatitude itself to An
Indian family and an old Rocky Noun.
:xiu hunter. and that it vas enjoyed
goes without saying.
One day. just abcu, the time Of our
warmest weather here. when the black.
berries in the scattered brier patches
were luxuriantly ripe. old Hank had
laxily strOlled Out with his gun and
dog. ready for any thing which might
cross his path.' Nothing showed up.
however-the day WAS an exceedingly
saltry NJ in August-and the old man
had turned his face toward camp. and
was within two miles Of it.. when he
came out upon q little opening on q
southern exposure that was fairly we'll
set in blackberry bushes. now bending
under loads Of ripe berries. They were
tempting. aud the old fellow leisurely
browsed along the edge of the patch
for some distance. picking only the
biggest aud ripest berries rs he went.
His dog had finally made . lazy excur-
sion . little further down the hill to
the right. nosiag about in . perfunctory
way and keeping half IN eye n his
master Is he slowly moved along.
The day vas - calm as . Sabbath in
Eden; the heat vas just enough to b
relaxing; the air vas sOft and resinous
and slumber-provoking. The old man
moved dover and more and more felt
IN inclinatioa 70 lie down and take .
nap. He cast . glance ahead and saw
that q the further side Of the brier
patch ms . yawainG canyon. perhaps
Ave hundred feet deep. that scanned the
Daantah sile for = long distance. OF
oour0 - must retr2ce his steps He
tnfned % Do %. But the invitation q
stature 70 take . siesta vas almost ire
ofstible. He had just picked out . uice
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