Year: 1876

| still residing IN that immediate nelghb0r-
hood. Knowing the vengeful spirit Of
Harris, Parks dispatched pacific mes
sage, desiring him to come and settle
with him." "Old Brayton shall settle
with him." muttered Harris, casting a
fierce glance at his long rifle suspended
to the side of his cabin by couple of
deer's horns. The ominous reply was re-
ported to Parks, and he fed from the
vindictiveness of his ancient foe. But
the vigilance of the other was more than
a match for his speed, and ere he could
reach the line he paid the price of his
former fendish conduct, victim to the
unerring aim of old Brayton.


The brave sent to avenge the death of
the medicine man lurked about the pre-
cincts of Harris Hollow some days, with
out discovering himself lest he should
excite suspicion and Illustrate his object.
At length observing a single man hoeing
corn in field adjacent to his retreat, he
made up to him, and civilly requested to
be directed to Harris's cabin. The saw
age had never seen Harris, and was
therefore ignorant of the fact that he
was addressing the redoubtable Leather
Stocking himself, or his mission might
have found a speedy conclusion by the
death of one OF the other of the impla-
cable foes.


Harris at once penetrated the design
of the other, comprehended at a glance
the extent of his own danger, and with
characteristic GOODNESS proceeded to an
ticipate its effects. " 1t was two miles
or so,n he said, "by road, but if the
other pleased he would himself conduct
him by shorter route through the
woods" The savage assented, and Har-
ris shouldering his hoe, led the way to.
the wood. His careless demeanor and
free communications won the confidence
of bis red companion, and threw him
comparatively off his guard. Watching
favorable opportunity, the treacherous
guide leyeled blow at the head of the
savage with his hoe with such velocity
and certainty as to fell him to the earth
at single stroke. Quickly dispatched,
the son of the forest was as quickly
buried, and Harris returned to his home
from the deed of blood in moody silence,


Assured by his protracted absence OF
the fate of their warrior, and having
certified by spies that Harris still lin
gered upon the shores of mortality, the
tribe dispatched six chosen men of war
for the ostensible purpose of fishing at
the head of the lake, but with the real
design of killing Harris. After prowl.
ing about his house for several nights in
succession without finding any oppor-
tunity of quietly efecting their object,
they had put off from shere, one clear
calm morning, and to their usual fishing
station some thirty or forty rods from
land. There were three canoes, with
two sayages in each. They had dropped
their anchors, thrown their lines over
board, and resigned themselves with
Characteristic apathy 10 the fortune of
the day, when sharp crack of rifle,
and the heavy lunge of one of their
number into the lake, brought the other
five instantly to their feet and elected
the cultural ejaculation, "'Tis hel"


No enemy was visible, but the smoke
curled sluggishly upward from behind a
huge rock near the place of their en-
barkation. The anchors were raised
almost instantly, but ere this could be
effected the first canoe was unnamed
and drifting calmly toward the shore.
The two remaining canoes pulled with
all dispatch in the direction of the re-
ports. Vigorously as the paddles were
piled, two reports of the fatal rife in
rapid succession left second bark float
ing without occupants.


Nothing daunted by the fate of their
companions, and bent upon avenging
their death and yindicating the honor
of their tribe, the surviving braves shot
their shallop forward with the speed OF
light. It touched the shore. They
dropped the paddles, seized their arms,
and sprang to the strand. One of them
fell, literally riddled with shower of
slugs and buck shot from an old queens
arm, reserved till this moment by the
careful hunter. The remaining savage
was confronted face to face with Bill
Harris, who emerged coolly from behind
the rock to give his foe fair play. Each
deliberately raised his piece. 1t was a
critical moment. The ball of the savage
whizzed over the head of the old pioneer
at the same instant that his own pierced
his foe through the heart, who fell back
ward into the George, dyeing its pellucid
waters with the last blood spilled in the
eyentful Revolution.


Harris sunk the bodies in the lake. and
preserved his moody taciturnity. The
Indians gaining the superstitious impress
sion that Bill Harris had charmed life,
resolved to expose no more of their
waning number to certain destruction.
Harris Hollow was thenceforth unmo-
Tested, and its original proprietor lived
to rehearse to its prosperous and rapidly
increasing population the oft-repeated
| tale of The Pioneers Revenge.


|


WHAT HAPPENED TO TEE BABY
From Vermont comes the following story
of the mishaps of a baby: Last
Thursday Mrs. w. J. Boyce, of Wood
stock, placed her baby, nine months old,
in baby cab standing on the portico, to
wheel in the street. She left it for a
m oment and stepped into the house,
when the cab started, rolled four steps to
the driveway, across that and piece of
ground some ten or twelve rods in width,
to the bank of the Quechee River, thence
down bank some fifteen feet high into
the river. The mother had started after,
but was unable to catch up. She dashed
into the river and caught the child, but
being in deep water was obliged to let
| go the babe to save herself. The house
| 4 L FL L L !