The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1907-09-21
his blood. so treacherously shed, cries TO,

his blood. so treacherously shed, cries 70,
vengeance"
The hunter hurriedly wiped away th
tears he had been unable to repress Will
speaking of the count, and went on i
voice choked by the internal emotio
which he strove in vain to conquer:
But let us, for the present, leave thi
sad reminiscence to slumber in our hearts
The count was my friend, my deares
friend, more than a brother to me;
often spoke about you to me, and severa
times told me your gloomy history, whic
terminated in a frightful catastrophe"
The Tigrero, in a few moments, begaI
his narrative as follows:
MY friends must have fancied m,
dead. You are aware that l was at
tackled by Black Bear just as l believed
l had saved friends. We fought on tn,
edge of pit and I was just about tt
finish him when the Comanche war CT,
was heard. Startled, l let the Indian go
he rushed at Dona Anita, a member o.
the party, who, however, repulsed him
He fell backward in the direction of tn,
pit clutching me, and down we went to
gether."
go on" the hunter said, II am listen
ing to you with the greatest attention"
THE Indian was desperately wounded
and it was a corpse that dragged m,
down. The chief was the first to reacl
the bottom, and fell upon his body
which deadened my fall. l cannot sa,
how long l remained in this state, but
fancy my faint must have lasted two
hours. When 1 opened my eyes again,
found myself in utter darkness. Thai
did not trouble me greatly, as had abou'
me everything necessary to light a fire
Within few moments I had light, ant
Was enabled to look about me. l wa,
lying at the bottom of a species of tul
mel, for the pit grew narrower in it's de
scent. When / reached the floor of tn,
cavern, lay for more than half an houi
on the sand, exhausted, painting, unabl'
to make the slightest movement. Fortu
nately for me this terrible condition die
not last long, for the refreshing air from
without, reaching me through the passages
of the cavern, recovered me. The grount
around me was covered with dead bodies
and there had, doubtless, been a terrible
struggle. l sought in vain for the corpses
of Dona Anita and her father. l breath
ed again, and hope re-entered my heart
Those for whom l had given my life were
saved. This thought restored my courage
and l felt quite a different man. l ros,
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 I had previous.
ly cached. No words can describe the
emotion l felt when, after a painful wall
through the grotto, l at length reached
the river bank, and saw the sun once
more.
IAN hour later, mounted on my good
horse, | bent my steps toward houses
My journey was long one, and when
| reached Sonora the news l heard al
most drove me mad. Don Sylvia dc
Torres had been killed in the fight will
the Apaches, as was probably his daugh
ter For month | hovered between life
and death. When hardly convalescent
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, ana
when l insisted, he had me expelled by
his poems, telling me that | was mad
that Don Martial was dead and l an i'm.
rostor. l went away with rage and de.
spair in my heart. After this all NY
friends to whom l presented myself re.
fused to recognize me, so thoroughly was
the report of my death believed. All the
efforts l 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 l first applied-the onl!
living relation Of the Torres family. Whn
more need tell you? Disguised in eve.,
way, >heartbroken with grief, and recogniz
ing the inutility of the efforts I had made
/ left the town, and, mounting my horse
returned to the desert, seeking the mosi
unknown spots and the most desolate re-
gions in which to hide myself"
Brother" Valentine said. gently, "yor
have forgotten to tell me the name of thai
influential person who had you turned out
of his house, and treated you as an in,
postor.
THAT is trpe," 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. "yo,
may thank heaven for decreeing that W.
should meet in the desert, in order tina,
the punishment Of this man should b,
complete"
Ito be continued.)