Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909, 1903-01-06

was astonished by finding Bertha
awaiting him.
"You, up tool" he exclaimed in a
low tone.
"Yes, I wished to speak with you
before you left" she replied. 81 had
a dream-ft is a foolish thing I
know-but laid down only for a few
moments, and I had such vivid
dream, and 1t seemed SO real, that I
could not resist telling it to you. OF
course there is nothing in dreams, but
1t may put you on your guard-there
may be danger you know"
Does coyote ever attack lion
a mountain lion?" inquired Bertha.
NO" replied the trapper,-"not
single handed; a pack might attack
were cornered, or hungry and they
thought they might benefit by it with
out too much risk"
'It was a foolish dream, I know"
she said, "but 1 will be brief: I saw
a mountain lion, such as you caught
in your trap, on long journey. It
climbed among the rimrocks, then
passed along through canyons, and
then crossed stretches of the plains. It
seemed to be very tired, but it was
intent on its trip, and plodded on.
Behind it came a coyote-just like
the coyotes you. capture, except it's
hair was dark; 1t was almost black
It would trail along the rocks behind
the lion and then cut across a near
way and lie in wait for the lion;
then 1t would skulk away on the ap-
proach of the lion, and follow again.
It kept this up all through the day.
But at night it grew more bold and it
again hid behind the rocks on the
trail. AS the lion approached, tired
and 1eg-weary, the coyote attacked it
from the rear and the lion turned and
a great fight ensued, and in the midst
of the fight know it is foolish, but
it was so exciting-my heart leaped
into my throat and I wakened-the
mountain lion changed into your own
person and the desert coyote assumed
the form of Dan Follett, and you and
he were in desperate combat among
the rocks and cliffs of the far away
desert"
Never fear 1ittle-Ber-Miss Lyle,
Dan Follett Is surrounded in the
Stone House by Indians and I will be
On my guard against all enemies to
mankind that roam the DESERT" and
buckling his revolvers about his
waist, and throwing the other equip
ments of his journey across his shoul-
der, he took her hand and giving it
an assuring clasp, stepped out into
the darkness, taking course to the
southwark.
Bertha looked forward with alarm
and dread. She imagined that some
thing terrible would happen. But
under the theory of modern intelli-
gence she would try to disabuse her
mind of evil omens and imagine that
all would come out right.
The trapper looked upon the mat
ter differently. He thought more
about the dreamer than the dream.
AS he picked his way over the plains
and among the rocks, her form be-
came more beautiful to him and her
words of friendship echoed and re-
echoed in his ears. And while he
did not believe that there was any
significance in dreams, yet he did not
forget the warning of the fair friend,
and kept more guarded lookout for
his safety than ever before.
His trip so far had been an une-
ventful one. Night and day he
pushed on, only sleeping few hours
at time and stopping a few minutes
to lunch. The distance now did not
divide him far from the fort. It was
the last evening of his journey when
he discovered fresh tracks of horse
which had preceded him on the trail.
The tracks led toward the fort and
he concluded that it was made by
someone going to the fort. There