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The Crockett almanac : containing sprees and scrapes in the West; life and manners in the backwoods, and exploits and adventures on the praries . He was found afew days afterwards by some lumber-men, the gold-pieces rolling from hiswithered hands, and the frogs and reptiles of the stream waiting to pffey -upon his dead body. THE BRAVERY OF MIKE FINKS WIFE. One day a Snake Indian walked into Mike Finks cabin, when he wasout hunting, picked up a venison hairi, and ran off with it, Mikes wifehearing a noise, looked out, and saw the robbei: making off with his picked up a gun and a hunti
The Crockett almanac : containing sprees and scrapes in the West; life and manners in the backwoods, and exploits and adventures on the praries . He was found afew days afterwards by some lumber-men, the gold-pieces rolling from hiswithered hands, and the frogs and reptiles of the stream waiting to pffey -upon his dead body. THE BRAVERY OF MIKE FINKS WIFE. One day a Snake Indian walked into Mike Finks cabin, when he wasout hunting, picked up a venison hairi, and ran off with it, Mikes wifehearing a noise, looked out, and saw the robbei: making off with his picked up a gun and a hunting-knife, and started in pursuit. Findingthat he could outstrip her in running, she fired a ball into his right thigh,which disabled him. She then came up to him, secured the ham, tiedthe villains hands together, dragged him back to the cabin, and kept himprisoner until her husband returned; who, thinking that the poor devilhad already suffered enough, let him go. He went limping off; saying hewould never steal anything more from Mrs. Fink. SE THE SLEEP OF DEATH. A PART OF COL, FREMONTS BAND, OVERPOV/ERED BY THE COLDON THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS,. •Faint with hungor—shiveiinir in the blast,The wan adventurer sank and groaned his last;Yet, ere he sank in natures last lifes last ebbing to the torrent froze,The dying man to Eastward turned his eye,Thought of his home, and closed it with a sigh. After lingering five-and-twenty clays, says a narrator, amid a fortifi-cation of frozen snow, and with scarcely one-fourth of the necessary nou-rishment to sustain life, a few of our stoutest companions set out volunta-rily, in hopes of discovering some source of aid or succour. We shook theircold and benumbed hands with an instinctive chill of death, for we scarcelyhoped to see them again. Sun after sun arose and went down, yet stillthey came not, nor even the slightest ray of hope or succour: our storedecreased to the last biscuit, which we endeavoured to divide into a threedays m
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