Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-04-26

down. The chief was the first to reach
the bottom, and l fell upon his body,
winch deadened my fall. | cannot say
now long | remained in this state, but
fancy my faint must have lasted two
hours. When | opened my eyes again, |
found myself in utter darkness. That
ala not trouble me greatly, as had about
lit, Ir everything necessary to light fire.
"lthln a few moments / had light, and
was enabled to look about me- l was
lying at the bottom of a species of tun-
nei' 1or the pit grew narrower in its de-
scent. When | reached the floor of the
cavern, L lay for more than half an hour
on the sand, exhausted, painting, unable
20 make the slightest movement. Fortu-
nately for me this terrible condition did
not last long, for the refreshing air from
without, reaching me through the passages
Oh the cavern, recovered me. The ground
around me was covered with dead bodies,
ana there had, doubtless, been terrible
struggle. | sought in vain for the corpses
OF bona Anita and her father l breath
ed again, and hope re-entered my heart.
Ihose for whom / had given my life were
saved. This thought restored my courage,
and | felt quite a different man. | rose
without any excessive difficulty, and, sup
porting myself on my rifle, went toward
the mouth of the cavern, after removing
my stock of provision, and taking two
powder horns from stores / had previous
ly cached. No words can describe the
emotion felt when, after painful walk
through the grotto, | at length reached
the river bank, and saw the sun once
more.
An hour later, mounted on my good
horse | bent my steps toward houses.
My journey was long one, and when
l reached Sonora the news / heard al
most drove me mad. Don Sylvia de
Torres had been killed in the fight with
the Apaches, as was probably his daugh-
ter. For month | lowered between life
and death. When hardly convalescent, I
dragged myself to the house of the only
man competent of giving me precise in
formation. This man refused to recog-
nize me, although | had been intimate
with him for many years. When | told
him my name he laughed in my face, and
when | insisted, he had me expelled by
his poems, telling me that l was mad,
postor. | went away with rage and de-
spair in my heart. After this all my
friends to whom l presented myself re-
fused to recognize me, so thoroughly was
the report of my death believed. All the
efforts | attempted to dissipate this
alarming mistake and prove the falsehood
of the rumor were in vain, for too many
persons were interested in it being true,
on account of my large estates; and also,
| suppose, through a fear of injuring the
man to whom I first applied-the only
living relation of the Torres family. What
more need | tell you? Disguised in every
way, heartbroken with grief, and recogniz-
ing the inutility of the efforts had made,
l left the town, and, mounting my horse,
returned to the desert, seeking the most
unknown spots and the most desolate re-
gions in which to hide myself"
Brother" Valentine said, gently, "you
have forgotten to tell me the name of that
influential person who had you turned out
of his house, and treated you as an i'm
poster.
THAT is true" Don Martial answered.
His name is Don Sebastian Guerrero,
and he is military governor Of the prov
ince of Sonora
Don Martial" cried the hunter, you
NAV thank heaven for decreeing that we
should meet in the desert, in order that
the punishment of this man should be
complete"
(To be contnued.)