Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1894-12-20

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through the wood.
For awhile the boy Nimrod did not
know what to do. but at last he conclud-
ed to wait little longer for deer, when
if he saw none, he would return.
He waited, but no deer came to the
lick, and at last Jerry Drane set out up
on his return.
1t Was not a pleasant thought to 90
home without either game or bullets, bat
it could not be remedied.
He was making the best he could out
of bad bargain; and was trying to
whistle little, when he heard call
that halted him at once.
In another instant it came from
different direction he saw an Indian
dodge behind tree.
A terrible thought entered the young
hunters mind.
He had been seen by the reds, and in
all probability he was surrounded.
Home was still about mile off, and
he resolved to run for it.
In moment he was speeding through
the forest, Ieaping logs with the agility
of deer, and tearing over the trail with
all the speed of which he Was capable.
All doubts that Indians had seen him
vanish the moment he bounded away,
for an ear-splitting yell awoke the
echoes Of the wildwood, and several ar
rows whistled past his ears.
These were but incentives to redoubled
efforts on Jerry's part, and he was push
ing on when he again foil. and lay for
a moment stunned on the ground.
In his fall he had managed to retain
his rifle which he raised de6antlY as he
scrambled to his feet.
He had just crossed log which span.
ned forest creek when the accident,
occurred, and the first thing he raw Was
the bounding figure Of an Indian in the
wood.
He had been congratulating himself
over the thought that be had distanced
the Indians and that they had given up
the chance, but the one advancing show
ed him that this was not the case.
Not wishing to risk his last bullet in
the semigloom of the forest. Jerry tuln-
ed and ran again, but the next moment
lie came to earth with cry of pain.
He had twisted his ankle, and was un.
able to run another yard.
1t happened that the grass was quite
high where he went down this time. and
it concealed him.
He was about twenty yards from the
creek, and for a moment aattered him
self that he would remain hidden from
the Indian.
For few seconds Jerry lay in the
grass, and bore his pain with the heroism
of soldier.
1t was a bad hurt, as he knew, and
what troubled him more was the loss
Of his bullets, which would prevent him
defending himself from his enemies.
He leaned forward and parted the
grass with one hand.
For moment he saw nothing, then
he caught sight of two Indians moving
through the forest.
he looked in vain for more foes, but
these two were all he saw, and at last
be came to the conclusion that all had
relinquished the chase but these.
They seemed to know just where he
was. for they approached the creek with
great caution.
Jerry watched them closely, not let.
ting single movement escape his eye.
They approached, looking carefully
into the long grass, and now and then
would turn to each other, and by signs
communicate the boy supposed where
abouts.
Suddenly one of the pair cried out in
good English:
White boy come out Of grass and
show himself. Indian know where he
is and he will get caught
Jerry said nothing to this, but lay
perfectly quiet and waited for the next
moye.
A silence of some minutes ensued, and
the same Indian came nearer and tapped
his own bullet pouch.
White boy lose all his bullets he
cried. Him lose 'em in the forest and
cant shoot
THE rascals must have been on my
trail, and have discovered that l have
lost my bullets thought Jerry. They
seem to think that am entirely with
out ammunition, and what is more, they
know right where am
Gritting his teeth oyer his hurt, Jerry
watched the two red skins while they
held little council of war, and smiled
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