The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-12-06

we can while the daylight lasts. We
cannot follow them when the darkness
| has hid the trail.'
Simon Hart made no reply, but the
stern. determined look upon his coun-
tenance deepened telling of the feel
lngs which animated his breast, and
how he longed to commence the work
Of ayenglng his lost ones.
Swiftly. yet cautiously. they gllded
along the trail. while the sun went
down behind the western treetops
and the shadows of the evening began
to gather thlckly about them.
Growing an eminence, they could
see through the twilight the hollow
oak. beneath the branches of which
they felt sure of finding the savagcs.
The trail led directly thther and there
was little need of keeping upon it.
they thought, so certain were they that
they should find there those they
sought.
The night was come when at length
they stood close TO it. and saw shining
through the trees the light of camp
fire one portion Of their task was
over: their work of death was soon 10
begin
Silently they crept nearer and nearer
until at last they stood as close to the
tree that they could count the savages
clustering about the fire. They were
seven in number.
Simon Hart was so impatient for his
vengeance that lie would have sprung
upon them at once. had not his COM
panion held him back, and at the same
time whispering in his ear:
Keep quiet. if gou would not ruin
all. Wait until they are asleep, and
then our task will be an easy one, and
our vengeance sure. To strike now
might ruin all No one Of those red
fiends must Oh amp account be suffered
to escape"
Simon Hart saw that his friend was
right He must possess himself with
patience rs best he could
As motionless as statues they stood
there. with their eyes fixed upon their
enemies. Slowly the minutes went by.
1t seemed that the time for them to
strike would never come
The llaht of the camp fire grew
paler ana paler and at last only
faint glow remained. The savages
huddled cbout it, and TO all appear
ance each and every one was buried
in sIumber
The hour Of vengeance had arrived.
Noiselessly the two hunters crcpt tow
ard their victims. Il, one hand they
held their rifles and in the other their
knives \ few steps brought them to
the side OF the nearest savages.
For my wife. my children! ex-
claimed Simon Hart, in whisper,
as he buried hts knife to the hilt in the
heart of a savage
The blow Of Dick White was no less
strong and sure. and two Of the saw
ages lay welterlng in their gore, their
career ended forever
So silently and surely had the blows
been struck that neither had uttered
so much as a gronn. Their comrades
still slept on, unsusplcious of the
doom impending
After the knives of the avengers
were raised and true to their aim
they did the work assigned 10 them.
But three of the savages now re-
manned
Another blow for my murdered
ones" shouted Simon Hart, in n tone
Of triumph which rang ont like a
trumpet through the stillnegs of the
night.
The remaining savages sprang to
their feet, but before they could rise
and arm in their defense a couple of
bullets ended the career of two OF
them forever. The remaining savage
turned TO fee but he had hardly
quilted his tracks before Simon Tart
was upon him, and one blow com
pletd the work Of vengeance.
For years thereafter the Hollow Oak
was known to the settlers of that re-
glon MS the Tree Of neath.-New York
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