Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-02-09


where were you born, that you are
so mighty nice upon account Of a
blood-sucking wolf? Man, it's impos-
sible to find your way through this
country; and you might, by taking a
wrong road, fall in with them that
would think nothing Of serving you
as serve this beast"
"Wat, curse your unnatural heart, "
interposed the sergeant. "Stab her at
once. It's no use, Mr.. Butler" he
said, finding that Adair did not heed
him, 1--WE can't help ourselves. It's a
wolf agin wolf"
"T knowed you couldn't, Horse
Shoe" cried Wat, with another laugh
$50 you may as we'll stay to see II
out"
Butler had now walked to his horse,
mounted, and retired some distance
into the wood to avoid further con-
verse with the tormentor Of the en-
shared beast, and to withdraw him
self from a sight so revolving to his
feelings. In the meantime. Adair
proceeded with his operation with an
alacrity that showed the innate cruel
ty Of his temper. He made cross
incision through the skin, from the
point Of one shoulder to the other,
the devoted subject of his torture re-
manning, all the time, motionless and
silent. Having thus severed the skin
to suit his purpose, the woodman now,
with an affectation Of the most dainty
precision, fiourished his knife over the
animals back, and then burst into a
loud laugh.
'T can't help laughing" he exclaim-
ed, "to think. what a fine, dangling,
holiday coat 7 am going to make of
it. I shall strip her as low as the ribs.
and then the flaps will hang hand
somely She will be considered a
beauty in the sheep-folds, and then
she may borrow coat, you see, from
some lamb; wolf in sleeps clothing
is no uncommon sight in this world"
wat Adair," said Horse Shoe, an
grily, i've mind to take the VOLTS
part and give you a trouncing. You
are the savagest wolf in sleeps cloth
ing yourself that 1t was ever my luck
to see." ..-
"You think so, Horse Shoe!" cried
Wat, tauntingiy. You might chance
to miss your way today, so don't make
fool Of yourself! III will would only
take away from you a finger-post-
and it isn't every road through this
district that goes free of the Tory
rangers"
your ownI day will come yet" re-
piled Horse Shoe, afraid to provoke
the woodmarl too far on account of the
dependence Of himself and his COM
panion upon Adair's information In
regard to the route Of their journey.
1--WE have to give and take quarter In
this WORLDLY
You SEQ Horse Shoe" said Adair,
beginning u expostulate, II don't like
these varndlhts, no how; that's the
reason WHY They are cruel them
selves and j. like to be cruel to them.
It's downright pleasure to see them
winch, for, bless your soul! they don't
mind csnIftnr rthroat-cutting. no more
than a calf Now here's the way to
touch their feelings"
At this moment he applied the point
of his knife to separating the hide
from the flesh on either side Of the
spine, and then, in his eagerness to
accomplish this object, he placed his
knife between his teeth and began to
tug at the skin with his hands. ac-
companying the effort with muttered
expressions of delight at the involun-
tary and but Unsurpassed agonies
of the brute. The pain, at length be-
came too acute for the wolf, with all
her characteristic habits Of submis-
sion, to bear, and, In desperate
struggle that ensued between her and
her tormentor, she succeeded. by
convulsive leap, in extricating herself
from her place of durance. The ener-
gy Of her effort Of deliverance rescued
her from the woodman's hand, and
turning short upon her assailant, she
fixed her fangs deep into the fieshy
part Of his thigh, where, as the foam
fell from her lips. she held on firmly
as If determined to sell her life dearly
for the pain she suffered. Adair ut
hn In
in the hurry of the instant, dropped
his knife upon the ground. He was
thus compelled to bear the torment
of the grip, until he dragged the still
pertinaciously- -adhering beast a few
PAGES forward, where, grasping up mis-
knife, he planted it, by one deeply
driven blow, through and through her
heart. She silently fell at his feet
without snarl or bark, releasing her
hold only in the impotency Of death.
Curse her!" cried Adair, 1.-The
hard hearted, bloody minded devil
That's the nature Of the beast-crue
and wicked to the last, damn her!
he continued, raving with pain, as ne
stamped his heel upon her head;
damn her in the VOLTS hell to which
she has gone!"
Robinson stood by, unaiding, and
not displeased to see the summary
vengeance thus inflicted by the victim
upon the oppressor. This calmness
provoked the woodman, who, with
that stoicism which belongs to unciv'
ilized life, seemed determined to take
away all pretext for the sergeant's ex'
ultation, by affecting to make light OF
the injury he had received.
IT don't mind the scratch Of the
cursed creature" he said, assuming
badly counterfeited expression Of
mirth, "but I don't like to be cheated
out of the pleasure Of tormenting such
mischievous varmints. It's we'll FOL
her that she put me in a passion, OF
she should have carried a festerec
carcase that the buzzards might have
fed upon before she died. But come
where Is Mr. Butler? I want tina
guinea. Ho, sir!" he continued, bawl
ing to Butler, as he tied up his wounc
with a strap of buckskin taken IRON
his pouch, my guinea! I've killed