Wild scenes and wild hunters of the world . condition inwhich I found it. We soon after mounted our horses, withthe bear meat tied behind us, and set ofi rapidly on our returnto town. During the whole ride I was thinking of this extra-ordinary head, and what had been no doubt its equally remark-able owner. What a man this must have been, and what acareer!—for, obscure as it appeared to have been, it wasevident from the awe and dread his very bones inspired inthe mind of the simple hunter, that he must have possessed 14 210 WILD SCENES AND WILD HUNTERS. traits while living, quite as peculiar, a
Wild scenes and wild hunters of the world . condition inwhich I found it. We soon after mounted our horses, withthe bear meat tied behind us, and set ofi rapidly on our returnto town. During the whole ride I was thinking of this extra-ordinary head, and what had been no doubt its equally remark-able owner. What a man this must have been, and what acareer!—for, obscure as it appeared to have been, it wasevident from the awe and dread his very bones inspired inthe mind of the simple hunter, that he must have possessed 14 210 WILD SCENES AND WILD HUNTERS. traits while living, quite as peculiar, as his taste in burial, orthe shape of his head. What circumstances could have com-bined to drive one of his naturally strong and active socialfeelings into the terrible isolation of life and of death, inwhich I had thus far traced him. Come what might, I vowed that at some future time I wouldmake another effort to clear up this mystery of the HuntersGrave, and trace the story of this saturnine old warrior ofthe dark and bloody ground. \. CHAPTER VIII. OLD BILL SMITH, THE SILENT HUNTER. I CARRIED out my resolution, to get at all that could bereached concerning the history of Bill Smith. On a new ex-cursion, I saw and made my peace with Uncle Jake—the oneof his old comrades who had most of his confidence, and wholived nearest to the concluding scenes of his life. My friendCharlie and myself spent a week with him this time, and wewere even successful, after the first day, in reconciling to usour old acquaintance and guide, Jabe, in spite of the terriblefright we had given him through my phrenological seemed to have come, finally, to the logical conclusion,that, as the ghost had not yet ridden us into our graves, that 211 I m 212 WILD SCENES AND WILD HUNTERS. it meant to let us off, on the score of our being green-horns, who didnt know no better ! But fur a hunter, who oughter knowd sumthin, to dosich a thing—it woulder been more an his life or his sleeponight
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