The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1900-03-22

ESFOtfGr. 4uS GSiI SOeVS SuSCpihaA tA-oN.
TO tell the fugitive that the river was
impossible, even at low water-that
! little way down the Grand joined the
Green, and the two, forming the Colo
RADIO, went leaping, plunging, boiling
and churnipg through the Cataract
Canyon, through which the Indians
sad no white man had passed and
lived. The hunted man only smiled
and twirled his pistol.
The two men would dash through
wild cataracts, over white foaming
falls, and the next hour their frail
boat would be drifting silent y between
the softly shaded walls that gave back,
in echo,r the f;.intest ripple Of water,
or the almost whispered words, few
though they were, that passed between
the two voyagers.
Suddenly they found themselves il
the canyon, driving down the raging
stream. Going over falls the boat
was driven against boulder near the
shore. SO violent had been the shock
that both men were cast upon shelf
in the curve of the river unhurt.
The walls here rose thousands Of
bfeet almost perpendicularly. As the
river touched the wall above and
below thes was no escape. The little
resting place on which the two men
found themselves was filed with drift
wood. Hanging to the rock that had
wrecked them was n long rope that
had been ip the boat; this the desper-
ado fshed out.
"We'll build raft" said the out
law. He made the sheepman carry
cedar logs, limbless and SCARED, cross
ties and pieces of bridge timber that
had drifted for hundreds of miles
down the mad river, and were gnawed
like the >hitching post in front Of q
country church.
When he had lashed q lot OF these
together be told the sheepman to get
aboard, aud the sheepman said ned
! die first.
"aii1 "ai1l sight," said the smiling villain.
and the wild report~of his revolver
filled the canyon, and went on and out
through side canyons, laundering its
echoes back to the two men there in
the awful gorge. The bullet whirred
past the shepherds ear.
Once more on the breast OF the
boiling stream the men, now on the
rude raft, were tempting fate. They
lay fiat down, hanging to the ropes,
sometimes beneath, sometimes far
above the mad torrent; leaping from
the crest OF high falls, shooting rapids
and capering over awful cataracts. At
the end of an hour they emerged from
the narrow canyon and entered long
stretch Of deep green water, slowly
moving, ssun-kissed and quiet. So
still seemed The beautiful river that
i they were obliged to take markers on
the shore to see if they really moved.
Far away, at the end of the stretch OF
peaceful water, the, river seemed to
end. Across its path a wall rose, red
and high. The water, running over,
and flowing down tie face of the cliff,
had streaked and striped the red
sandstone until it looked in the sun.
light like q beautiful piece Of tapestry,
and the desperate called it Tapestry
Wall, and so it has been called eyes
since. - ...
The river, however, did not enc
here. Swinging in long, graceful
curve, growing swifter and swifter, il
sucked into narrow pass and became
raging, frothing cataract.
For some moments they saw moth
ing and heard only the awful tumul-
q of the boiling river, and then with s
slam the raft hung upon a big rocl