The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1896-03-26

edge OF the locality, they made wide
detour, gliding along softly as panth
ers and nOiselessly as shadows-two
men fearlessly planning to attack, and
on their own ground, an unknown
number of well armed savages.
After more than an hour of pains
toking Toll they gained the dense chap
paral fairly in rear of. and no more
than fifteen yards from the enemy's
resticg place. Kneeling side by side
and peeping through the bushes, they
saw at once that the Indians considers
ed themselves perfectly safe. and in
struggling row near it. with their back
to the concealed observers. lounged
twenty war painted warriors. while on
the outspread elk skin lay some pieces
of raw meat. left over from their late
" finished meal.
A few yards away was tethered the
beautiful horse belonging to Moulton,
and he himself sat on the ground with
his wrists brought together behind
his back and tied around sapling
pine Despite his terrible position
the poor fellow seemed to have fallen
head sunk low on his breast.
Carson had cautioned his impetuous
comrade not to fire until he should
give the signal, but just as the hidden
avengers had, in ore swift glance, not
ed all these particulars, a brutal look
ing savage, seeing that the prisoner
was enjoying a moments respite from
suffering, snatched up a burning brand
strobe over in front Of him. and was
about TO thrust the flaming brand in
sultingly agrinst his pale face when
Woodville, no longer able to restrain
himself, sent bnllet through the mis-
creant's brain, and he fell like log
across the captives' outstretched legs.
Instantly the startled Indians
sprang to their feet, out ere they
could even grasp, much less string
their bows. one fell to Kits rifle
and another TO Gerald's revolver, and
now, as they stood for three half sec
onds bewildered, as many additional
shots rang ont, each one stretching its
victim upon the earth. Then, yelling
like the hell hounds they were, the
fourteen survivors turned to fly, but
before they got beyand the fatal cir
Gle of freight three more pitched
headlong down. Another Of the crew
an eagle plumed, powerfully built
savage, quite forgetting in his fright
that the horse was picketed, attempted
as he ran to spring upon its back-a
position he never reached, fOr as soon
as his head rose high enough 10 clear
the noble animals withers twas pierre
ed by Carson's avenging bullet.
Thus. in less than one inmate, ten
members Of the murderous band be-
come, as a western man Cf those times
would say good Indians" and the
rest, leaving Moulton's weapons and
most of their own behind, probably
never stopped running until they
reached headquarters Of their tribe,
where they would doubtless report
that they had been routed by, at least
| fifty ambushed white men.
Now. for the first time, our two he
roes showed themselves, and we may
imagine John Moulton's feelings
when he found that one of his daring
| IeSClleIS Was HIS WIIlOlI eupiIN. kftI
ald Woodville! Quickly the beuumb
ed youth was unbound, and while his
swollen wrists were tenderly chafeo
back to life by his new found friend
the ever thoughtful Carson hastily
prepared supper of hot coffee and
elk steaks wherewith to nOurish his
exhausted frame
In our camp the day of the two
mems sdeparture came to close in con
suming anxiety, and it was a serious
party indeed which gathered about
the fire at night, while all strained
their ears In vain to catch the echo of
a possible reassuring rife shot.
Yet. though sorely fretting at our
enforced inaction. none of us quite
despaired; for besides that we our
selves had. on a former occasion, seen
OF Carson's successful daring. our
guide, an old plainsman named Joe
Brooks, sustained our hopes by telling
us of several instances in which he
J (Carsonl had, single handed, rescued