Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-02-03

Had my random bullet struck one OF
the ladies? Had killed or wounded
Miss Mellor or her friends Was il pos
siblc?
In my anxiety spurrcd poor Pedro
and was intent on dispatching the
buffalo, when two pistol shots rang
ont from the direction of our rancho.
One lucky shot; thc bull fcll another
in the heart; my victory stood COM
plcte liut my joy was very quickly
tempered with alarm, when heard a
savage yell, which / could not mis-
take.
Great powers! Indians ut the ranchol
And the ladies'
My heart leaped to my throat
Hastily loading all the chambers of
nv Winchester, spurred my stced for
home. Tho house was not far distant
and in few minutes I came with n
view.
The door stood open. In front were
six Apaches. held in check ut thirty
PAGES distant by q woman and a SER
vant-a youth-both of whom were
armed and actually defying the In
dians for the moment
Why they had opened the door /
could not understand 1t would not
easily have been found, and the win
dows were handler for the assuilants.
Yet here they were, standing irreso-
lutte. There was no time to be lost.
My approach was almost UNDECIDED as
j emerged from the cover of the wood
around the house. One glance was
sufficient.
Hating, fred all the chambers of
my rifle in quick succession. An
answering fire came from the hall.
-Four Indians dropped: the others fled
ut once, after discharging voiley of
arrows at the defenders, who avoided
them by promptly lying down us soon
as they saw the bows drawn.
My astonishment was extreme when
in the defenders of our house l recog-
pized Miss Mcllor and shepherd
not the young stranger who had in
formed us of the ncighborhooi of In
dians. In few moments / was in
possession of the facts, but Miss Ncvil
was missing and Miss Mellor was in
the greatest distress concerning her.
1t appeared that the darll-skinned new
shepherd had carried her away into
the wood, and the servants who now
began to assemble gave evidence that
he had actually done so.
AS we were discussing the chances,
the other members of our party,
alarmed by the reports of firearms,
had come up. A search was at once
instituted. The cry which 1 had
heard while chasing the buffalo was
still ringing in my ears We hurried
into the wood, or scrub. and after a
search were rewarded by hearing a
faint cry for help. We searched in
the direction of the sound, and n most
remarkable tablcau met our gaze.
On the ground lay the dark featured
shepherd dead his body pierced by a
bullet from my Winchester. Standing
beside him was an Indian pony, and
strapped to the body bv belt lay-or
rather hung-NIiss Nevil, quite una Bile
to move and but half sensible.
A few moments suttced to relieve
! her from her perilous position. She
afterward told us how the shepherd, in
league with the Apaches, had at
tempted to plumber our house and car
ry her off. The buffaloes were only a
dccoy, driven in b. some of the tribe,
while others plundered us. The traitor
shepherd had attempted to carry off
Miss Ncvil. but the first shot which
had fired struck him and put an end to
his career. My second bullet had
glanced away, fortunately, perhaps
but Miss Nevil's scream OF terror had
! guided me to the house.
| / need hardly say that the rescue
was entirely due to the course adopted
/ by the bull, and we were very CRATE
full for his share in the business. But,
alas for sentiment! we needed beef,
| and many an excellent meal was
made from what RadcliffeA ever after
ward termed that blessed buffalo,
Saturday Post.