Thrilling adventures among the early settlers, embracing desperate encounters with Indians, Tories, and refugees; daring exploits of Texan rangers and others .. . ned by the shot. On stooping down to bleedhim, he was no sooner touched with the keen edge of the knife, thanhe rose with a sudden bound, threw me from his body, says thehunter, and hurled my knife from my hand. I at once saw mydanger, but it was too late. With one bound he was upon me,woundini? and almost disabling me with his sharp hoius and 3t0 THRILLING CONTEST WITH A STAG. I seized hira by his wide-spread antlers, and so
Thrilling adventures among the early settlers, embracing desperate encounters with Indians, Tories, and refugees; daring exploits of Texan rangers and others .. . ned by the shot. On stooping down to bleedhim, he was no sooner touched with the keen edge of the knife, thanhe rose with a sudden bound, threw me from his body, says thehunter, and hurled my knife from my hand. I at once saw mydanger, but it was too late. With one bound he was upon me,woundini? and almost disabling me with his sharp hoius and 3t0 THRILLING CONTEST WITH A STAG. I seized hira by his wide-spread antlers, and sought to regainpossession of my knife, but in vain; each new struggle drew usfarther from it. My horse, frightened at the unusual scene, hadm-adly fled to an adjoining ridge, where he stood looking down uponthe combat, trembling and quivering in every limb. My dog hadnot come up, and his bay I could not now hear. The struggles of the furious animal had become dreadful, andevery moment I could feel his sharp hoofs cutting deep into myflesh; my grasp upon his antlers was growing less firm, and yet I relinquished not myhold. The strugglehad brouaht us near (^4. ?^^u. ?^^^ WITH ONE BOUND HE WAS UPON ME, WOUNDING AND ALMOST DISABLING ME WITH HISSHARP HORNS AND FEET. a deep ditch, washed by autumn rains, and into this I endeavored toforce my adversary; but my strength was unequal to the effort:when we approached to the very brink, he leaped over the drain. Irelinquished my hold and rolled in, hoping thus to escape him; buthe returned to the attack, and throwing himself upon me, inflictednumerous severe cuts upon my face and breast before I could againseize him. THRILLING CONTEST WITH A STAG. 3T1 Locking my arms around his antlers, I drew his head close to mybreast, and was thus, by great effort, enabled to prevent his doingme any serious injury. But I felt that this could not last long;every muscle and fibre of my frame was called into action, andhuman nature could not long bear up un
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