Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1895-07-07

then, and every time from different
place
AT last. after nearly an hours pog
Ing about and snnp-shouting. we hoara
half dozen shots fired rapidly right
ahead OF us. I'VE ran through IN,
scrub that led Into little open valley
and there we saw as strange aud hor-
rible sight as you d have seen In
many day Journey. even those times
on the frontier.
The Indian camp was In the valley
There were two fires burning, one in
the middle OF the camp and the other
between two pine trees, and over this
one, about five feet from the ground
girls body hung by the arms. In
front OF this fire stood Old Man Por-
ter, with "A six-shooter in each hand
blazing away for all he was worth into
crowd OF vermln who were jumping
and yelling with fright as they had
some cause to DO, for never saw any
thing look more like n spook than Old
Man Porter did, standing there stamp
ing that FIRE out. with his hat on aud
MS white hair and heard all flying
about, and shooting quick and straight,
put never opening his lips or making q
II needn't tell you IL was very long
hctore we went to work with rifle and
siN-shootcr and cleared that crowd out.
AS soon as we began to shoot the old
man stopped and loaded up again and
Went on kicking the FIRE out, while we
chased the last OF the bowling devils
from the valley. When YOU get an
mum on thelrun you mus, Keep him on
the run. and so we kept ut Il for the
best part OF three hours, hunting whnt
was LETT OF them out OF the brush, and,
OF course, shooting them down on sight
wherever we found them. The moon
had s9t up now. and that helped us a
good bit and, from the size OF the
camp and the number we killed, |
don't think more than dozen Of the
Nermtn can have got clear away.
When we got back to the camp we
round old man Porter sitting beside
the hnlf-burnt body OF his poor little
glrl, counting out heap OF scalp locks
that he had between his legs.
Ihero's forty-elght OF them 30
far, Cap'n, he said. looking up at me
ana speaking as quietly as n he had
oeen counting sheep or fence rails.
Have you got any moreY
II own II made me a bit sick to sec
white man sitting counting scalp
locks Just like savage. but | had to
| allow that old man Porter had enough
10 make savage Of him, SO told him
we mad wiped the whole band ont, and,
80 as far as he could have his revenge
he had Il.
" No, not all OF EN- he said. smiling
ana shaking his head. 'Somos got
away. and they've taken Mary with
EN-. This was Rose and he nodded
his head towards the dreadful thing
that lay beside him. Sun, we've done
pretty well 50 far. and when I'VE
buried what's left Of the poor little gal
IN start out and maybe lind the rest
some day
He did start out that night, but not
indian hunting, for when We went to
rouse him UP the next morning we
found him lying on his back cold and
sum with smile ON ILLS lips and his
eyes staring straight upwards His
heap OF scalp locks lay beside him. and
his hands were crossed over his breast
one of them held n lock Of the girls
hair that he had cut Off before he
buried her, and the other the little to
bacco box fun OF ashes.
we opened the girls grave again,
and put him In 1t just as he was. And
now, gentlemen, that's all. except that
every word OF that story IL gospel
truth. and hope you'll all Of you re-
member enough OF It 10 spring 1t on
any one who Is ignorant enough or
foolish enough to get gassing about the
noble savage. He's vermln, and dead
vermin Is the best vermln,"