Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-08-26
), tbe outrage. bis passiopate rage De.

Of the outrage, his passionate rage de-
manded immediate revenge. Like flash
the mysterious disappearance of his stock
was made plain. They had doubtless
shared & similar fate. Quickly securing
extra ammunition, both six shooters and
"old meat-in- the pot" his muzzle loading
rife, with his dog, he started for the
mountain and canyon fastnesses, plan
ming revenge as he went.
Meeting three prospectors on the noun
tain who had an extra horse, the four
started in pursuit, well mounted. In
deep canyon where one of the tributaries
of the Eel river comes cascading down
from the mountains they stopped to wa
ter their heated animals and noted the
peculiar color of the water. 1t actually
had the appearance of blood. There was
nothing mysterious about this to Uncle
Jack The pursuit was over as far as
the Indian hunt was concerned. The scar
let stream indicated clearly the scene
that was being enacted up the stream.
The Indians were butchering mis- stock
and washing the carcasses in the river.
Farley at once became the leader OF
the small expedition. ordering his volun-
teers to separate and follow the angles
of the stream at different points, while
he proceeded fearlessly to the front. It
was fully an hour before dark, and he
determined not to defer the battle until
daybreak. This deter mination had not
quite resolved itself in his mind when
shower of arrows famed his face, two
striking the old horse. Quickly jumping
off the animal, he made for the cover Of
a convenient patch of brush, the Indians
continually pouring arrows into the
thicket.
From the terrible yeils l knew that
the wood was full of them, said Uncle
Jack the other day. "A crack from
rifle of one of my companions tempo
rarily checked the onslaught upon me.
and when about to draw my rifle to
shoot ] was confronted with the closest
call to death ever experienced in my ad-
venturous life. Within % feet of me lay
a savage buck of herculean strength,
prone upon his back, with both feet in
the position where his hands should be
on his death dealing bow. Both hands
grasped the sinew The arrow was ad
justed His intention was one mighty
effort to penetrate my body with that ar
row. His failure to do so has always
been a mystery to me. He must have
fumbled the adjustment of the arrow for
an instant. In that instant he was
stopped
Some idea Of the powerful strength of
the redskin can be drawn from the fact
that his dying struggle snapped the bow
in twain. This identical bow hangs in
Farley's cabin as memento of victory.
after dispatching this foe" said Far
ley, "the fight was on in earnest. We
were all well ambushed and had our
game in the open, some 90 bucks strong,
their squaws having retreated out of the
range of firing. Their stock of arrows
was fast becoming exhausted. We lost
no ammunition upon them. Every shot
counted, and we soon engaged them in a
hand to hand encounter, as we could not
reload.
ave had already killed some % Of
their number from our cover when they
charged upon us with huge Indian clubs
some three feet long. We made a stub
born defense by roughing it with our
gun barrels The faithful old dog here
showed his valor by running around me
in a circular manner, biting viciously at
any buck that got inside of the circle
He charged upon them with the fierce
ness of tiger until the few remaining
bucks retreated. The killed numbered
&c."