Evening journal., 1892-10-01

strong man oown and held him in chains
of terror He looked about him with
horror in his gaze. His bronzed face
grew deathly white His lips had that
bloodless, blue look which the lips CT
the dead carry.
It was not until he had been cruelty
beaten about that he partially threw
of the horrible incubus and secured
strength enough to go forward and make
the appeal hc was told TO make. He
heard his own voice, but he could not
recognize it.
Huntley had been mounted TO be
taken away before the attack came In
deed he and the two warriors guarding
him had already made fair start to the
southwest and were beyond pursuit
After a ride of ten miles over the broken
ground halt was made mt q grove
which appeared to be an old camping
ground. AS the Indians fed before the
vengeance Of the whites they made fer
this grove, and at length all who had
escaped death were reunited here.
A score Of tigers starved for days
could not have been in worse temper.
Wounded and unwounded alike thirsted
for vengeance. Had they held = hun
dred prisoners each one would have
been put to the torture, and yet the suf-
ferings OF all would not have placatel
the defeated and decimated band.
They had but one
Fifty enraged savages rushed at him
to chop him to pieces with knife and
tomahawi, but the chiefs restrained
them. A speedy death would be too
merciful and deprive them Of antici-
pated enjoyments. As soon as the scouts
posted on the distant ridges signalel
that the white men were moving for the
forks there was no occasion for further
delay.
Huntley's demeanor had undergone q
change That dumb terror which hal
made a woman Of him had passed away
and his own brave spirit had returned %
make n man Of him. He reproached
himself for his cowardice in begging Of
the fiends to spare his life. lie thirstel
for revenge. lie exulted over their
bloody defeats.
Let a pack of wolves follow on the
trail Of brave man and he may seek 90
outrun -dodge-escape. He will
fear them. Let them drive him into q
cul de sac from which there isno escape.
and he viii turn and fight them, even
with bare hands, and die fighting.
A saphng was cut down and driven
into the ground for a stake and dozen
savages ran about to collect fagots FOR
fire
Huntley's eyes blazed. His bonds had
! become loosened and his guards We're
watching the preparations Uttenng
the hunters warwhoop and wrenching
I himself free IN the sudden effort, he
twisted a tomahawk from the belt Of
the nearest savage and began TO lay
about him.
He could not escape. He realized that
| he would be quickly overpowered and
| tortured with additional fervor for every
blow lac struck, but he dashed here and
there with the strength Of a giant and
/ the frenzy Of madman.
Crashl Crash.> Crash!
The Indians were taken bysurprise by
the hunters sudden break, and then
there was such terrible change in his
looks that they shrank away appalled,.
His whine Of supplication had changed
to shrill yells of defiance; his eyes no
longer betrayed a terror stricken soul.
Swish! Sweepl Crash
He buried the sharp tomahawk % tho
eye at every blow He followed them
up as they fell away before him. a.
| thev cried out in alarm he shouted in de.
liance.
lt was mOmentary panic. They
could have shot him down, but the
chiefs kept shouting orders not to do it,
The frenzied and desperate man had
killed two and wounded three when ht
was driven to bay and found himself
I surrounded. He stood painting for mo
ment with his exertions, while the blood
dripped from the sharp tomahawk upon
the green grass.
To the right-to the left-in front-h
Z rear-the circle was closing in upon him
There was no escape.
With lightninglike movements th,
man swung the tomahawk about him
cutting and gashing himself in dozei
places, and as a rush was made he tot
tered and fell like some great tree whicl
had lived ont its century and was wear,
of further life Blood was spurtin.
from several veins and arteries, and err
he could be dragged to the stake anC
bound life had fed. When this fact be
came known there was a general how
Of rage and disappointment, and a dozei
savages fell upon the poor body witt
the fury of fiends. They scaiped it
They severed the head and kicked j
about for football They cut of
hands and feet and flung them about
They hacked and cut and slashed am
gave themselves up to their devilisl
passion for blood and revenge, but tn
poor body was beyond feeling.
For every Indian revealing the hon
est courage of the white man there ar
a Thousand sl-ulking towards.
For every redslSin feeling the sent
ments of humanity there are q thousan
who delight IN the tortures of child.
For every savage who has reward
ed the kindness Of the white man wit
/ another act of kindness hundred hav
, laid in wait for his life.
SO called humanitarians say that th