The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1906-03-17

Ballard, q young and comely maiden
upon whom his own affections had oeel
placed for q long period.
ITO think" muttered Joel, that suen
scamp should entrap such iove.9
girl as Eliza! It makes me feel ugly
all over. l was q fool that didn't MAKE !
4 final end of the Boosting blackguard.
The last period Of Logston's coloQuy
was scarcely uttered when the crack o.
a rife saluted his ears. His horse stag
rered a few PAGES and fell, severely
wounded. Before Joel could dissngag.
himself from the saddle, . rids Dali
whistled through his hunting shirt. sIa1-
ing the skin, producing pIsnti1ui GNU
sion Of blood The hardy forester IN.
ured to scenes Of danger, was On Ms. iee'
in an instant, firm and sslf-possessso.
casting keen and rapid glaaces around
him to discover his foes. The smoke
from their rifles was curling gracefully
upward, but they were invisible. having
hidden themselves behind trees. Inc
quick and searching eye Of Joel was not
long at fault. In reloading his gun. one
of his enemies exposed portion OF his
body. Logston fred. and the savage
cried out and fell Another Indian Inn
mediately rushed from his hiding place
with loud yell and uplifted tomahawk.
The woodsman dubbed his rife; his as
sailant instantly stopped. and hurled the
weapon in his hand with such precision
~ - Eat - him
had he not, with cat-like agility, sprung
aside. thus avoiding it.
Logston now rushed upon him. think
ing to dispatch him by . weli-aimed
blow with his dubbed rife, but the wary
savage anticipated his intentions, in ev'
cry instance, managed to eiude his fuft
Gus blows. The conflict went on in this
manner for a considerable time, with no
advantage on the part Of Joel. Finding
that this kind Of warfare was Of no
avail, and that he was wasting his
strength in vain, he threw away Ais rifle
and closed with his adversary in q hand
to-hand struggle
Logston grasped the athletic savage In
his sinewy arms and dashed him to the
earth, but found it quite out Of the ques-
ton to hold him there; for he was nearly
nude, and his skin was so unctuous that
he could easily slip from beneath his
opponent.
As neither was armed. the struggle
was long and desperate, Joel continuing
to throw his antagonist to the ground,
and he contriving, as often, to slip from
his grasp. Thus they exhausted their
strength, without giving or receiving any
fatal injuries.
The forester. perceiving that his mus
cular powers were rapidly failing. adopt
ed new plan of offensive operations.
As often as the savage attempted to
arise after he had hurled him to the
ground, he dealt him a blow just under
the ear that knocked him down again.
This change Of tactics operated admira-
bly,. and the Indians swollen and bat
tered face soon gave tokens Of its en-
cheney; his energies were fast failing.
and his efforts grew less vigorous. At
length a blow, well directed and power
full, caused him to lie motionless. and
Joel was about to grasp his throat and
strangle him, when he perceived that he
was silently and stealthily endeavoring
to get his knife from his leathern sheath.
Logston seized the weapon and plung-
ed it into the Indians bosom. He ex-
pired with a hollow groan, and the
woodsman leaned against tree, painting
with exertion. to rest after the conflict.
Casting his eyes toward the spot
where the other savage had fallen, he
perceived that he was still living. and
with heroic firmness had succeeded in
reloading his gun, although it was evil
dent from his movements that his spine
was broken. The wounded and wretch
ed. though determined. being had not
sufficient command over his disabled
body to sit upright long enough to FIRE;
but as often as he attempted to present
his gun, he fell forward upon his face;
and again struggling with the uncon-
querable spirit, which neither. pain nor
danger could subdue braced himself with
his weapon for another trial.
Upon the writhing warrior there was
depicted an expression Of mortal hatred
and impotent fury that even Logston
shuddered as he staggered away from
the spot.
Miserable cre-tur" he exclaimed,
"Your backs broke, and you cant never
git over it; SO TIL leave you 10 fight it
out with death the best way you can:
but you'd better be dead a hundred
times"
Joers horse had gotten upon his feet
again, and did not appear to be seriously
injured.
1--WE amt worth much. neither on us,
l reckon" added Joel. addressing the
animal, and .caressing his neck affec-
tionately. "But you must try to get me
to Boonesborough SOME way or other.
At that stage of the woodsman's apos-
trophe to his horse. n CRY from the
wounded Indian attracted his attention,
and looking in that direction the cause
was at once apparent. Vesuvius, who
precious to the fight had scented q deer
and follow him some distance, had
now return, to search for his master,
and seeing he wounded savage sitting
upon the :: and, instantly attacked him.
Spring. upon the ill-fated being, the
dog sunk as sharp teeth into the throat,
and with continual shakings, dfaggings
and billings. worried the life from his
body.
CTo be enntinuedi
Bobby ON the Zebra.
Little Bobby was asked to write
composition on some animal and he
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