Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1890-05-17

canvas.
We found game in abundance around
the knob; not large game, but plenty OF
cartridges, ducks, and such small fry.
We had not come after large game, 80
we were contented with what we Sc
cured. Any one who has ever camped
out knows what fun we had, and how
Jolly and full OF life we were. Hungry!
we were hungry all the time, and food
which at home we would have refused
with scorn, we devoured with avidity.
We had come prepared to stay week.
Five days passed and we saw nothing OF
Crazy Burk.
"Guess that was fish story Jack
Thorne told u.s." Sam observed. per
haps he was afraid we would kill of all
the game over here, and he wanted 1t
himself"
Although was not satisfied with this
view Of the case, had lost all fear OF
the madman, for / felt certain that he
was not in the vicinity Of the knob
On the sixth day, we went on an un-
usually long hunt, having agreed that
it should be our last before returning
home, for which we had decided to start
in the morning. For some reason we
were very unlucky that day and bagged
but little game, We had taken lunch
with us, and at noon we sat down on the
ground near a cool spring to eat. When
we had satisfied the cravings Of the
Inner man," and taken long draughts
from the clear water Of the spring, be-
gan to feel drowsy, and lay down on the
ground, telling Sam that was going to
take o nap. He seemed to share my
feeling, and soon we were both fast
asleep.
1t seemed that had barely become
unconscious when ! felt myself sud-
denly seized by pair Of sinewy hands.
IF you fetch yell, I'll cut yer
throat"
These were the words which were
snarled in my ear, as awoke to find
myself held helpless by large, be-
whiskered and raggedly-dressed man.
There was no need for him to caution
me not to make any noise. for was too
frightened to utter u sound. He grinned
in horrible manner as he saw the look
of abject terror which must have set
tied on my face. His eyes were waver-
ing and unsteady, while they had red
dish glow which l have never seen in
human eyes since tn at day, but which
have often seen in the orbs Of mad
dened animal. knew in n moment
that was in the clutch Of Crazy Burk!
But where was Sam?
A glance showed me that he was gone.
/ was alone in the power of the mailman.
Swiftly Crazy Burk bound my hands and
feet, knotting the cords SO tightly that
they seemed to entirely stop the circu-
lation. When this was done, he lifted me
with one hand, and tossed me over his
shoulder Then, picking up my gun, he
started of through the forest, carrying
me as If had been bag Of oats. On.
on che tramped, without word or a
sound, save now and then horrible
chuckle of delight. ! made no struggle;
knew that it was useless.
Finally, we came to a deserted log
ging camp BY deserted, " / mean that
it was not in use by lumbeFmen, and
had not been used for years. But |
soon learned that it was Crazy Burk's
home. The terror of the woods carried
me in and dumped me on the floor, as If
had been some inanimate object.
"Ha! ha"' he laughed, fiendishly; "a
good supper! good support!
did not comprehend his meaning
then, but soon understood it in all its
horror. With feverish haste, my captor
set about making fire in the great,
open fireplace, and soon he had heavy
volume OF smoke rolling up the chin
ney, which was a wide, old fashioned
concern, plastered with clay on the in
ner side. Then he took long, wicked
looking knife, and sat down on bench,
deliberately whetting it on his boot
while he grinned at me in the most
blood-chilling manner. In despair. /
asked:
"What are you going to do with me?"
''Ha! ha! hap came his rasping laugh.
''YOu will make good supper-a fine
supper! And am hungry"
''You don't mean to eat me?" i
gasped, with feeling Of horror that is
understandable.
He nodded, as he felt of the edge Of
the knife with his thumb. just then /
heard q slight thump upon the roof OF
the cabin, but scarcely noticed It The
door was closed and fastened. and 1t
seemed that was doomed to become a
feast for the mailman Of the woods
"You will not be the fust one I've
eaten" chuckled the fiend. 'They
were sweet-oh. so sweet! There Is no
meat like 1t. Twill not hurt you much,
for this knife is sharp. A quick, sure
stroke, and in q few moments it's all