Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1908-07-05

which the mad waters fiercely bllb-
bled; escaping through rents which
It's own impetuosity had carved out.
White Crane advanced to the edge
OF the cliff and looked down into the
deep valley below the falls. Then as
If satisfied with his survey he re-
traced his steps, repassed under the
arch of the cavern, and returned to
the shores Of the beautiful lake.
More than a week had passed and
White Crane began to think he had
baffled his enemies. There was no
lack Of game and fish, and every day
added to his knowledge of the To-
cality. He had profited by these
fortunate circumstances. About dusk
one evening, which gave signs Of d
stormy, disagreeable night, White
Crane sat on a fiat rock on the shore
of a lake thinking of the sad fate
of his people. His keen, restless eye
ranged all around, and his nice ear,
alive to the faintest sound, was ever
listening for the foot falls of the foe.
Why does he start, stand erect and
clutch his ever faithful bow? The
next instant an arrow flies from it.,
loud cry is heard as warrior tum-
bles over the rocks. Then ten dark
and yelling forms are seen in outline
on the bluffs overhead, and the even
ing resounds with the warwhoops as
they discharge fight of arrows at
their intended victim. They were the
war party to, ferret out the hiding
place of White Crane. TO leap into
the lake and to swim under water
until his breath could be held no
longer, then rise at a distance and
shake his clinched fist at his purs-
ers was the work Of minute. The
darkness was not sufficient to hide
any very palpable object from sight
and when White Crane reached the
whirlpool where the waters of the
lake rushed into the vortex, and an
awful yell rent the air. Another
YELL half of pleasure-half of adj
miration, followed as they beheld the
apparently lifeless form of White
Crane issue from the dark cavern
and float down the stream. Wishing
to capture him alive, every dark form
which a moment before was filled
with disappointment, now elated
with joy as they plunged in after the
chief. Each man sought to be the
winner of the prize; and the end of
the chase no longer appeared doubts
full. White Crane, stunned, bruised
and bewildered, rapidly recovered,
but not SO rapidly as to be a match
for any one Of his pursuers; who,
fresh and strong in numbers, rushed
after him in intense eagerness, which
showed how much they valued their
prey. White Crane laughed aloud, d
laugh of haunting bitter irony; as ne
cried: "The Blackfeet are sauaws.
the Blackfeet are coward1y dogs. .
SUI they rushed on more eager than
ever to capture him, their yells ming
ling with the roar Of the boiling
waters.
Suddenly White Crane plunged
headlong beneath the surface Of the
water. A yell of horror, terror and
agony burst from the lips of the pur-
suing warriors as they vainly strove
to turn back against the raging cur
rent. Those behind pressed them on
as man chung to man. One gigantic
warrior clutched point of rock and
for an instant they became one dark
stationary mass as they chung to
their chief. They were in the vortex
of the cataract. The current was
too irnpetuous to be stemmed. There
was no hope. A loud haunting laugh
caused them to raise their eyes to
the bank, on which stood their
avenger pointing to the abyss below.
A cry then rose SO horrible, SO pit