Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1900-03-21
Old FransWay's Hate.
Encounter With the Remnant of a Tribe.

shot and there was Fransway fol
lowin' her into the brush. He'd beer
right on to me, and he didn't mind
letting, me know, or. else he wanted
that. meat. pretty bad. I swore some
then. I made it q practice not to
bring.a gun into the woods with ME.
There was enough stuff to tote with.
out that. But I wished then could
try s-little bird shot, fred off at ran
dom, you-knows-iust to show-Ewasn't
Wantin' company. as~Tsqs 10y
swell, about, two hours after that,
when I hadn't half got ovel.bein' mad
but was foolin' with grub.appara:
tus in slam bang sort of way over q
smoking fire of half green stuff,
Fransway came. out of the dark and
walked straight up to me pointing his
gun. - -
".Now. Charley Snow she said,
me shoot you.'.
"He'd picked up my name in some
loggin' camp, L suppose, and I thought
he. meant business. The fire was be-
tween us, and I stood up and looked
at him and his dirty gun, which was
no kind of aSweapon God ever made,
I suppose, though I knew it could do
for me. I looked him straight in the
eye, and I talked fast. What was he
going to kill me for, I said.
You come here and spoil my
game. Me shoot you.
'.I told him didn't want his game.
and I asked him what he'd been fol-
lowin' me round for if he couldn't see
that.
/. No, but you bring men here and
cat down all my trees and spoil my
game. Now, me shoot you.
. .'sThat Indian had it in. for me; his
face was just loaded down with spite;
he'd been sayin' il up ali these weeks.
] kept talking, and Fransway said:
My game, my game and meanwhile
I tried edgins round the fire little.
I mistrusted mis- eyesight wasn't good.
Then the smoke from my fire whirled
round the way it will in the, woods
wbereat there's peger an stead place,
for the wind to blow, but Just sort
,of corkscrew current, and the smoke
took him right in the face,s and Z
jumped for him. We both went down,
and Fransway's snowshoes, held. him
SO FhatI got away andsgrabbed up his
gun I was 'tickled, you bet, and said:
Now Fransway,. me shoot gcu.,,
Ffansway. Forked himself to his
feettsulkilY and then stood still, with
out saying anything.
Z" 'S'pose we let you go, Fransway,
] said, will you promise not to bother
me again; keep away from me-under-
standP' .E.,.L
''Fransway thought a long time.
Thenshe said: -
"sMe not shoot you now You
come back next year and me shoot
you.1'ssrAnd that was all, Iscould get
out of him, and as there wasn't any
thing else I could do without going e
an everlasting heap of trouble, I gave
him his gun andlet- him go, and fol-
lowed HIM, quartering down the ridge
to see him steering for cedar bog
he'd have to cross to get. out of my
neighborhood.! 90 h''t''<'fss'
,'..Well, before winter they d run a
'tole road all through that country
8 'tole road s used for haulin' supplies
to, loggin' camps, and it has to be
little better than the ordinary kind in
those woods-and my parties had be.
grn.to log all over the place where
Fransway said the game was his.
thought he must have taken a. fit and
kicked the bucket, but it wasn't long
before ( saw him right after. me, ap:
pareutly not BIT, discouraged. There
ives pond between Ms, and I made
for the new road house, where I'strack
up with crowd, and we waited to
see what he'd do. Pretty soon he
came right in and squinted round the
room, trying to pick me out. He, was
q bigger man than any of us, but all
drawn down with old age, and his
heart was broken. Quick as q wink
the boss had him good hot supper
ready. I don't think there was man
in the place-and they hard
lot, too-bnt was sorry for Fransway.f
I slapped him on the back and led him
up to his treat. Fransway never made
sign; he saw that the crowd was too
much for him. The next month a
party of sports found him dead in a
cedar scamp.
''Now, I never forget that business
with Fransway. There's nothin' in
the world 50 jealous as an Indian
when he thinks you're gettin' deer.
Every old trapper will tell YOU So"