The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1894-12-22

30 whereabouts, whether or nol
=. IA seen INV friend, and hundred
=. ,ast;ons. To all of these he
- III. nolite answers in choice Span
ish.. which he spoke with poiish ana
During the long days of my COMA.
lesceuce, Jaun, as he told me 10 cal
him. attended me with the utmost ten
derness. No mother could have been
more careful of her offspring. he
smoke little of himself; in the morning
he went hunting and never failed 70
return with some tempting game. IL
was on one of these morning pun.s'
that had taken him further up the
mountain than usual, that ne hao
found me at the bottom of the canyon.
bleeding, broken and generally used
nm: he asserted that it was only the IN
terposition of providence that had
saved me from instant death.
He would sit beside me for hours
| telling me of strange and thrilling ad-
ventures in most fascinating lhan-
ner. Lounging there on an immense
iaguar skin, stroking his glossy black
/ beard his long hair falling almost 10
his shoulders, his slender fingers occa-
sionally tapping his high forehead
which appeared to be q strong haolt-
he would throw an expression into ms
naturally soft eyes that accorded per
fectly with the tenor of the story ne
was telling.
slowly regained my strength ano
! every day Jaun and ! became ciosel
friends. Knowing how reticent M
was, refrained from further CUES
tions on his previous life, and oni!
gathered little snatches here and ther
that he inadvertently dropped. Ever
e evening he would kneel before It'll
o crucifix in dark corner of the grotte
It month had passed and was aoi
to sit up. One bright, cool morning
October it was. was proppe
Q mn with soft skins near the door.
q was wondering when ] should reac
Is Icons camp. Why had he not searcne
e. for meq Why had he left me at IL
D. foot of that terrible cliff? Had !
w made no effort to find me? l could n
rs think of him leaving me thus to perls
70 | must regain my strength and 20
OF him as soon as possible. Thus musiI
rose with some difficulty, and su
40 porting myself against the rocks su
m ceeded in reaching the ground outsid
al Here the crisp breeze sweeping dov
from the snow caps above revived
~ wonderfully.
he A little to the right was the gus
ed ing. ripping mountain spring; SCI
ua ing myself on the brink | scooped
cir the water in my hands and quaffed
re Suddenly heard voices, and peeri
my over the line of powders saw Ja'
in with a dead tigrillo on his should
ing earnestly talking to four or five her
ual looking Indians dressed in an "
vs. picturesque mixture of serapes
SUI skins. AS they turned to leave
called to them in sort OF span
me- patois of which ! understood. "
lies days-San Augustin" Approach
ge, he saw me and seemed little startl
ipi- but laughingly told me that he M
leer an appointment for puma hunt
pre-. few DAYS afterward, in complia
the with my urgent request, we set
DON for Icons camp. Never did trav'
In LndL ItKiOA ASSCA'S A~~S-~
age tention. His strong arm helped
d. a over the rough stones. His uneri
lade eve found the smooth path.
fell On the morning of the third da;
raw seemed depressed. About ten oc.
Ihey he pointed out, from rugged o
oeen an appearance of life short dist;
OF below. Gazing steadily down,
r ognized Leon by his leather coat
anae Stanley hat; he was hard at
.ocI building a sluice. f
tion' was overjoyed, but my compa
interrupted me by saying thai
e or hoped that would make the des
ouid safely.
e we .What! You are not going?'
my mo. must return immediat
eady But surely you will tell me
'ngst YOU, are?" said /, impulsively. ~
the "Senor," he answered, ldesire
/ my gratitude and friendship. If
o the