Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-12-01

up his old, scoutin' ways. Nobody ever
knew where he was, unless they could see
him.
Seemed like more'n half the time in
summer he slept out in the woods. and some
times, even when there was snow on the
ground, I've been goin' through the woods,
and seen the piles of leaves punched up IN
the shelter of some wind shake, and knowed
by the tracks at old Joe had spent the night
there. Even when he did sleep under his
roof, he alters got up and out into the brush
before daylight. He said he had no idea OF
being caught like rat in trap.
LOOKING FOR JOE.
eye see the Init still had warm feelin'
fer Joe. There 'uz peace between them an
the whites in general, an every now we'd
see an Injun hunter or party Of 'em come
in through this region. They never mo-
Tested us and they weren't In paint so we
weren't much afeard of 'em. They pre-
tended to be huntin' deer or beaver or some
kind O. pelt animals. But we knew that
they were ,huntin' Joe Huf's scalp.
"Still Joe was too cute fer 'em. he used
to say it 'uz poor white man wasn't q
match for three redskins. And he generally
managed to get at least one of their scalps
U
'Well, one mornin' the old man left his
cabin airly an started out 18th his gun up
the holler comm this way. He hadn't
gone very far till he heard twig snap.
Walked on little furder an stepped be-
hind fallen tree an waited. Pretty soon
a most in his tracks he saw big red In
jun partin' the underground with his
hands an q perrin through an lookin'
to see what'd become of him. Joe didn't
know how many there was of 'em, so he
travelled on. pretty fair pace, gen lily man.
agin' to keep good big tree square
behind him, or else in thick growth
of saplins. Nearly all this country through
here was thiekly timbered then, and the
savage didn't have very good chance to
shoot. But still Joe could hear the leaves
rustic or twig snap every little while. At
last he got kinder tired and riled, and de-
termined he'd stop, bein' dogged SO.
Up on the north side of that knob we
passed, there was then bit of open, an at
the lower edge of it wind shake. He
went square into that open space, and just
as he passed over the top he jumped and
ran fer the cover O. that pile o. logs. He'd
only got fixed when he saw the Injun
a-peepin' round a tree, lockin' fer him.
Then Joe let him have it. He told about it
afterward, when somebody asked regardin'
the grave.
''Said he was out hunting t'other day an
saw an Iniun actin kinder queer an
lookin arter him. I watched him for min
ute or so an the dern fool kicked over
against tree when 1 went up to see what
'uz the matter found he 'uz dead, so 1
scalped and buried him.
s'That was peculiarity of joel S. he'd never
say he killed an Injun Maybe 'twouldn't
been safe if the Sheriff d heard it. But
he always said he watched him little
while, or something of the sort at meant the
same thing. And an Injun at he watched
through the sights of old Nance, as he called
his gun, was generally ready for scalpin'.
"What ever became of him? 1 dunno as
can tell you. He lived along this way for
good many years after that little affair,
and one day went out in the woods huntin',
and guess was never heerd of again. May
hap he went further West, where he could
breathe easier. Or maybe the Injuns got him
arter all. shouldn't wonder il they'd of
got him long before if they hadn't preferred
to roast him instead of shootin' him."
MCFARLAND.