Thrilling adventures among the Indians: comprising the most remarkable personal narratives of events in the early Indian wars, as well as of incidents in the recent Indian hostilities in Mexico and Texas . in the fresh snow be-yond. There was not time to think; the loud reportof a gun broke the stillness. The ranger gave ashrill scream, leaped four feet into the air and fellflat. Instantly the Indian yell burst from the woodson our right and left, followed by the stunning rattleof more than fifty guns, and not a man of the rangersbut one ever moved alive from the spot where he stoodtransfixed
Thrilling adventures among the Indians: comprising the most remarkable personal narratives of events in the early Indian wars, as well as of incidents in the recent Indian hostilities in Mexico and Texas . in the fresh snow be-yond. There was not time to think; the loud reportof a gun broke the stillness. The ranger gave ashrill scream, leaped four feet into the air and fellflat. Instantly the Indian yell burst from the woodson our right and left, followed by the stunning rattleof more than fifty guns, and not a man of the rangersbut one ever moved alive from the spot where he stoodtransfixed with surprise at the sudden death of hiscomrade. That man was our hero, whose position, far behindthe rest, saved him. He remembered the panic feltat the fierce burst of yells and musketry, and the sud-den rush of the savage swarm from their ambush,upon his fallen comrades; and, in the next instant,that his memory could recall, he was flying back to-ward the fort. He heard sharp, sudden yelps behindhim, and glancing back, saw two Indians boundingon his track. He ran a mile, he should think, with-out turning or hearing a single sound; then turninghis head, saw an Indian leaping silent as a The Hangers Pursuer Impaled. THE rangers adventure. 35 within a few rods of him. With admirable coolness,he turned quickly round, and raising his gun with asteady hand, fired with such good effect that the Abe-naki pitched forward to the ground, and his shavenhead ploughed up the snow, for yards, by the impulseof his headlong pursuit. The young soldier turnedand fled again, and as he did so he heard the reportof the other Indian s gun, followed by the loud hum-ming of the ball. So alert and attentive were hisfaculties, that he observed where the bullet struckupon a loaded bough in front of him; scattering theglittering particles of snow. The path now led downward with a steep descent;at the bottom an ancient pine tree had fallen acrossit, whose sharp broken branches rose up perpendic
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