Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1907-02-14

WITH YELL OF RAGE AND PAIN.
He was still too far away for Wins
low to attract his notice. Interested,
the latter watched him as he came, q
gun over his shoulder and two hares
dangling in the idle hand.
A stir in the swamp at his left
made the watcher turn his eyes from
the old nan to fix them on the thicket
near. There were cautious footballs
in its recess, too. Evidently this part
of the woods had no lack of tenantry.
Mechanically, and without noise, Wins
low took firm hold of his rifle, and
kept his eyes fastened on the opening
whence the rustling sound.
He had not long to wait. An In
dian stepped forth, plainly revealed. He
wore buckskin clothes like the white
pioneer, but with bead and blanket and
curious marks on the red skin. His
gaze swept past Winslow, fixed in sar-
donic interest upon the man slowly de-
scending the hill who came steadily
on, unconscious of any presence.
Over the face of the savage crept a
diabolical smile as he raised his rifle.
But the trigger was not pulled. There
was, instead, a flash, a report from
Winslow's gun, and with a yell Of
establishment, rage and pain, the In
dian dropped to his knees.
Quickly Winslow stood over him,
with gun again leveled, and the old
man in silence joined him.
Had we not better disarm the fell
low while we hold him at IL mercy,
sir?" Winslow suggested, keeping a
watchful gaze on the wounded man.
Daniel Boone bent over him, and
took his gun, tomahawk and knife in
grim silence.
Then rising, he extended his hand
to Winslow with a smile of gratitude
that made young the stern old fea-
lures. 81 thank you, sir. It's quick
ness counts at such a time"
Winslow grasped the proffered hand.
Il am thankful that l happened to be
here. But what shall we do with this
rascal?"
They turned to where the Indian
groveled in pain to see blood soaking
through the heavy leggings, making a
red-brown pool on which a dead leaf
foated. And in spite of everything,
pity stirred both. Together they bound
up his wound and helped him to
rise.
To Winslow's establishment, he spoke
in good English gutturals. why not
kill Usage brave? Bad shot?"
Winslow shook his head. mo, a
vital is easy to strike at such short
range, but l have a slight prejudice
against murder, which, of course, you
cannot understand. / did not need to
kill you. This gentleman is as safe as
though you lay stark dead"
Daniel Boone added, impressively.
"Yes, you owe your life to this man.
Try to remember that, If you have
the one virtue of your race. But now
that you are saved, we do not know
what to do with you" he added, grim
ly, surveying the Indian, who, resting
on one knee, Rugged its wounded fell
low.
To his surprise the savage said
while he rose with difficulty: Il &c
home with you"
Then you know where l live al
PRESENT."
Il know; many others know; take
me with you" This the savage SAID
over and over, each time more urg.
emily.
Boone looked puzzled. my hut is just
over the HILL" he said to Winslow, 'in
the thicket at its foot. | have little
room, little to offer, but all | have Il
yours. 1t was never yet said thai
Daniel Boone forgot a service"
$50 this is Col. Boone? | am hon,
ored, indeed, and since | am on 9
strange and anxious errand, I gladly
accept your offer"
There suddenly darted through hi
mind the thought of Owatcga's mes
sage, and of tho .'old mar of thu
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