Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-06-08

"This Is your true life, my boy"
said he, slapping Dolph on tho shoulder;
"a man is never u man till lle can defy
wind and weather, range woods and
wilds, sleep under tree, and live on bass
wood leavcs"
And then would nc sing stave or two
Of n Dutch drinking song, swayinga short
sl,iab Dutch bottle In his hand, while
his myrinidons would Join In chorus, un-
Ill the woods echoed again--as tho good
old song has It
They all with fhont made the elements ring.
50 as tho office was DER;
To fcasting they went With true mcrriment,
And tpplcd strong liquor gillorc.
In the midst Of his jovialty, however,
Hcer Antony did not lose sight OF dis
cretion. Though he pushed the bottle
without reserve to Dolph, yet he always
took caro- TO help his followers himself,
knowing the beings he had 10 deal with;
and he was particular In granting but
moderate allowance 20 the Indians. Tho
repast being ended, the Indians having
drunk their liquor and smoked their
pipes now wrapped themselves in their
blankets, stretched Themselves on tho
ground with their feet to the fire, and
soon fell asleep, like 80 many tired
hounds. The rest of the party remained
chatting before tho fire, which the gloom
of the forest and the dampness Of the air
from the lato storm rendered extremely
grateful and comforting. Tho converse
ton gradually moderated from the hilar-
ty of supper time, and turned upon
hunting adventures and exploits and
perils in tho wilderness, many Of which
were 80 strange and improbable that
will not venture To repeat them, lest the
veracity Of Antony Wander Iicyden and
IL hn hYntrUht MT
question. There were many legendary
tales told also about tho river and the
settlements on its borders; in which val
uable kind of loro the Ileer Antony
seemed deeply versed. As the sturdy
| bush heater sat in tho twisted root OF
tree that served him for n kind of arm
| chair, dealing forth these wild stories,
with the firc cleaning on his strongly
| marked visage, Dolph was again repeat
! cdly pcrplcxcd by something that re-
minded him ,pf tho phantom OF the
| haunted house; some vague resemblance
! that could not be fixed upon any precise
feature or lineamcnt, but which pervaded
| the general air Of his countenance and
! figure.
! The moon had Just raised her silver
horns above the round back Of old Bull
hill, and lit mp the gray rocks and shagged
forests, and glittered on tho waving
bosom of the river The night dew was
falling, and tho late gloomy mountains
began TO soften and put on "A gray aerial
tint in the dewy light. The hunters
stirred the fire, and threw on fresh fuel
to qualify tho damp of the night air.
They then prepared a bed Of branches
and dry leaves under ledge of rocks
for Dolph: while Antony Wander Hey
den, wrapping himself up in a huge coat
made of skins, stretched himself before
the fire. IL was some time, however,
before Dolph could close his eyes. He
Law contemplating the strange scene be-
fore him: the wild woods and rocks
around-thc fire, throwing fitful gisams
on the faces of the sleeping sayages--
and the Ilcer Antony, too, who sc
sinrllarly, yet vaguely. reminded him
Of the nightly visitant to the haunted
house. Now and then he heard the cry
of some animal ilorn tho forest, or the
hoOtiug of the owl, or the notes Of tn,
whip-poor-will, which seemed 10 abount
among these sohtudes. or the splash Of ,
sturgeon, leaping ont of the river, anC
falling back full length ON its placid sur
face. He cOnt3asted all this with hi
accustomed nest in the garret room o
the doctors mansion, where the oni'
sounds he heard ut night were the churci
clock telling The hour, the drowsy voic'
of the watchnan, drawiing out all wa
well; the deep enorine Of tho Doctor