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CHAPTER XXIV.—Continued.
On each hand the mountains rose
precipitous, the one on the left swell
ing unbroken to a bald and rounded
summit, forest covered save for its ton
sured head high in air, while that on
the right was steeper and lower, with
a line of cliffs at the top. As we fared
on, the valley narrowed to a mere
chasm, with the river thundering along
the base of the tonsured mountain, and
the Indian path hugging the cliff on
the right.
In the gloomiest depths of this defile
we came upon the hunter’s stumbling
block. A tributary stream, Issuing
from a low cavern in the right-hand
cliff, crossed the Indian path and the
chasm at a bound and plunged noisily
Into the flood of the larger river. On
the hither side of this barrier stream
the trail of the powder convoy led
plainly down into the water, and, so far
as one might see, that was the end of
It.
As we made sure, we left no stone
unturned In the effort to solve the mys
tery. No horse, ridden or led, could
have lived to cross the pouring torrent
of the main river, or to wade up or
down its bed; and if the cavalcade had
turned up the barrier stream its prog
ress must have ended abruptly against
the sheer wall of the cliff at the en
trance to the low-arched tavern whence
the tributary came into being. But if
Falconnet and his following had ridden
neither up nor down the bed of the
barrier stream, It seemed equally cer
tain that no horse of the troop had
crossed It. The Indian trace, which
held straight on up the gorge and pres
ently came out above into a high up
land valley, was unmarked by any hoof
print, new or old.
"Well, now. I'll be daddled If this
here ain’t about the beatin'est thing I
ever chugged up ag’inst," was
the old borderer’s comment, when we
had flogged our wits to small purpose
In the search for some clue to the mys
tery. "What’s your mind about It, hey,
chief?”
Uncanoola shook his head. "Heap
plenty slick. No go up-stream, no go
down, no cross over, no go back. Meb
be go up like smoke—w’at?”
The hunter shook his head and would
by no means admit the alternative. "Ez
I allow that would ax for a merricle;
and I reckon ez how when the good
Lord sends a chariot o’ lire after sech
a clanjamfrey as this’n o’ the hoss-cap
tain’s, it’ll be mikhty dadblame’ apt to
go down 'stead of up.”
We were standing on the brink of
the barrier stream no more than a fish
erman's cast from the black rock
mouth that spewed It up from its un
derground maw. While the hunter was
speaking, the Catawba had lapsed into
statue-like listlessness, his gaze fixed
upon the eddying flood which held the
secret of the vanished cavalcade. Sud
denly he came alive with a bound and
made a quick dash into the water.
What he retrieved was only a small
piece of wood, charred at one end. But
Ephrlam Yeates caught at it eagerly.
"Now the Lord be praised for all His
marcies!” he exclaimed. “It do take
an Injun to come a-running whenst
Ever'body else is plumb beat out! Ne’er
another ona of us had an eye sharp
enough to ketch that bit o’ sign a-float
ing past. What say, Cap'n John?”
I shook my head, seeing no special
significance In the token; and Dick
asked; "What will It be, Ephrlam, now
that It is caught?”
The old man looked his pity for our
dullard wdt, and then set a moiety of
It In words.
"Well, well, now; I’m fair ashamed
of ye! What all d’ye reckon black
ened the end o' this bit o’ pine
branch?”
"Why, Are,” says Richard, beginning,
as I did, to see some glimmering of
light.
“In course. And It come from yon
der, didn’t It?" pointing to the cav
ern under the cliff. "More than that,
twas cut wi’ a hatchet—this fresh end
of it—no longer ago than last night,
at the furdest; the pitch that the Are
fried out’n It is all soft and gummy, yit.
Gentlemen all; whenst we find where
this here creek comes out into daylight
again we’re a-going to find the hoss
captaln and the whole enduring passel
o' redskins and redcoats, lmmejitly, if
not sooner!”
wnat comment tnis siuruing an
nouncement would have evoked I know
not, for at the moment of its utterance
the Catawba went flat upon the
ground, making most urgent signs for
us to do likewise. What he had seen
we all saw a flitting instant later; the
painted face of a Cherokee warrior as
a setting for a pair of fierce basilisk
eyes peering out of the low-arched
cavern whence the stream issued, an
apparition looking for all the world like
a dismembered head floating on the
surface of the out-gushing flood.
'Twas the old borderer who took the
Initiative in the swift retreat, and we
followed his lead like well-drilled so1
diers. A crook in the stream, and the
thickets underwood, screend us for a
moment from the basilisk eyes; and in
a twinkling we had rolled one after
another into the mimic torrent and
were quickly swept down to its mouth.
Here death lay in wait for us in the
mad plungings of the main river; but
we made shift Vo catch at the over
hanging branches of the willows in
passing, to draw ourselves out, to
Bcramble up the gorge and to gain a
great boulder on the mountain side
whence we could look down upon the
scene of our late surprlsal.
By this we saw, from the wings, as
It were, the setting of the stage for a
tragedy which might have been ours.
One by one a score of heads with paint
ed faces floated silently out of the
spewing rock-mouth. One by one the
glistening, bronze-red bodies appertain
ing thereto emerged from the water,
each to take its place in an ambuscade
enclolng the stream-crossing of the
Indian path in a pocket-like line of
crouching figures, with the mouth of
the pocket open toward the lower val
ley.
Ephrlam Teates chuckled under his
breath and smote softly upon his thigh.
"They tell ez how the good Lord has
a mighty tender care for chillern and
simples,” he whispered. "Whenst we
was a-coming a-rampaging up the
trace a hour ’r two ago, I saw the moc
casin track o' that there spy, and was
too dad-blame’ blggity In my own con
(ate to ax what it mought mean.”
"What spy?” says Dick, matching the
hunter’s low whisper.
"Why, the varmint that tracked me
back from here 'twixt dawn and day
break, to be sure. He waited till we
broke camp and then took out up here
ahead of us to tell his chief 'twas
e’ena’most time to set the trap for
three white simples and a red one.
Friends, I’m a-telllng ye plain that the
Serrlt’s a-movlng me mighty power
1 to get down on my hunkers and—”
"For heaven’s sake, don’t do It here
now!" gasped Dick. "Let’s get out of
this splder’s-web while we may.”
The old hunter postponed his prayer
ful motion, most reluctantly, as It ,
would seem, and led the way In a sil
ent withdrawal from the dangerous
neighborhood of the ambushment.
When we had pushed on somewhat
higher up the gorge and stood on the
confines of the upland valley for which
It served as the approach, there was a
halt for a council of war.
Since It was now evident that the
powder convoy was encamped In some
hidden gorge or valley to which the
cavern of the underground stream was
one of the approaches, 'twas plain that
we must climb to some height whence
we could command a wider view.
We were all agreed that the cavern
entrance could not have been used by
the entire company; this though the
conclusion left the vanishing trail an
unsolved riddle. For If the women
could have been dragged through the
low-springing arch of the waterway,
we knew the horses could not—to say
nothing of the certain destruction of
the powder cargo in such a passage.
So we addressed ourselves to the as
cent of the northern mountain; though
Richard and I would first beg a little
space In which to drain the water from
our boots, and to wring some pounds
weight of [t from our clethes. Thatr
done, we fell in line once more; and'
being so fortunate as to hit upon a
ravine which led to the cliff-crowned
summit, the climb was shorn of half
its toll and difficulty. Nevertheless, by
the sun's height it was well on In the
forenoon before we canie out, perspiring
like sappers in a steam bath, upon the
mountain tOp.
As Yeates had guessed this northern
mountain proved to be a lofty table
land. So far as could bo seen, the
summit was an undulating plain, leas
densely forested than in the valley, but :
with a thick sprinkling of pines to i
make the still, hot air heavy with :
their resinous fragrance. As it j
chanced, our ravine of ascent headed j
well back from the cliff edge, so we
must needs fetch a compass through
the pine groves before we could win
out to any commanding point of
view.
The old borderer toolj his bearings
by the sun and laid the course quarter- j
lng to bring us out as near as might I
be on the heights above the gorge. But
when we had gone a little way, a thin
ning of the wood ahead warned us that
we were approaching some nearer
break in the table-land.
Five minutes Inter we four stood on
the brink of a precipice, looking abroad
upon one of nature's most singular ■
caprices. Conceive if you can a seg- j
ment of table-land, in shape like a |
broad-bilged man o’ war, sunk to a ;
depth of, mayhap, six or seven hundred !
feet below the general level of the j
plateau. Give this ship-shaped chasm j
a longer dimension of two miles or |
more, and a breadth of somewhat less j
than half its length; bound It with a
wall-like line of cliffs falling sheer to j
steep, forested slopes below; prick out !
a sliver ribbon of a stream winding
through grassy savannas and well-set
groves of lordly trees from end to end
of the sunken valley; and you will have
some picture of the scene we looked
upon.
But what concerned us most was a
sight to make us crouch quickly lest
sharp eyes below should descry us on
the sky-line of the cliff. Pitched on one
of the grassy savannas by the stream,
so fairly beneath us that the smallest
cannon planted on our cliff could have
dropped a shot into it,'was the camp of
the powder train.
CHAPTER XXV.
HOW UNCANOOLA TRAPPED THE
GREAT BEAR.
’Twas Richard ■ Jennifer who first
broke the noontide silence of the moun
tain top, volulng the query which was
thrusting sharp at all of us.
‘Now how In the name of all the
fiends did they make shift to burrow
from yonder bag-bottom into this?”
he would say.
“Ez I allow, that's jest what the good
Lord fotched us here for—to find out,"
was Yeates’ rejoinder. “Do you and
the chief, Cap’n John, clrcurrvambylate
this here pitfall yon way, whilst Cap'n
Dick and I go t'other way ‘round. By
time we’ve made the circuit and j’ined
company again, I reckon we’ll know for
sartln whether ’r no they climm’ the
mountalng to jet In."
So when we bad breathed us a little
the circuiting was begun, Ephraim
Yeates and Jennifer going toward the
lower end of the sink, and the Catawba
and I In the opposite direction.
Since we must examine closely every
rift and crevice in the boundary cliff.
It was a most tedious undertaking; and
I do remember how my great trooper
boots, sun-drying on my feet, made
every step a wincing agony. They say
an army goes upon its belly, but an old
campaigner will tell you that you can
march a soldier tiil he be too thin to
cast a shadow If only he hath ease of
his footgear.
Taking it all in all, It proved a slow
business, this looping of the sunken
valley; and when we had worked
around to the eastern cliff and to a
meeting point with the old hunter and
Richard Jennifer, the sun was level In
our faces and the day was waning.
Coming together again, we made
haste to compare notes. There was lit
tle enough to add to the common fund
of information, and the mystery of the
lost trail remained a mystery. True,
we, the Indian and I had found a ra
vine at the extreme upper end of tne
valley through which, we thought, a
sure footed horse might be led at a
pinch, up or down; but this ravine had
not been used by the powder train, and
apart from It there was no practicable
horse path leading down from the
plateau.
As for the hunter and Richard, they
had made a discovery which might
stand for what It was worth. At Its
lower extremity the sunken valley was
separated from the great gorge with
out only by a ridge which was no more
than a huge dam; and this diking ridge
was evidently tunneled by the stream,
since the latter had no visible outlet.
Inasmuch as the most favorable point
of espial upon the camp below was the
cliff whence we had first looked down
Into the sink, we harked back thither,
passing around the lower end of the
valley and yet along the barrier ridge.
Plan we had none as yet, for the pre
liminary to any attempt at a rescue
must be some better knowledge of the
way into and out of Falconnet’s cun
ningly chosen stronghold. True, we
might win in and out again by the
ravine which the chief and I had ex
plored at the upper end, and Dick was
tor trying this when the night should
give us the curtain of darkness for a
shield. But the old hunter would hold
this forlorn hope in reserve as a last
resort.
’Sort It out for yourself, Cap'n Dick,”
fie argued. "Whatsomedever we make
>ut to do—four on us arTnst that there <
whole enduring army o’ thelFn—has |
rot to be done on the keen Jump, with
i toler'ble plain hose-road for the '
! sklmper-soamper race when It Is done.
For. looking It tip and down and side
to side, we’ve got to have hosse»--some
o’ their bosses, at that. I Jing! If we
could Jest make out somehow 'r other to
law our claws on the beasteses afore
hand—”
We had reached the cliff and were
once more peering down at the enemy's
camp. Though for the cliff-shadowed
valley It was long past sunset and all
the depths were blue and purple In the
changing half lights of the hour, the
shadow veil was but a gauze of color,
softening the details without obscuring
them. So we could mark well the
metes and bounds of the camp and
prick In all the Items.
The camp field was the largest of the
savannas or natural clearings. On the
margin of the stream the Indian lodges
were pitched In a semicircle to face the
water. Farther back, Falconnet’s troop
was hutted In rough and ready shelters
made of pine boughs—these disposed to
stand between the camp of the Chero
kees and the tepee-lodge of the captlv*
women which stood among the trees In
that edge of the forest hemming the
slope which buttressed our cliff of ob
servation.
At first we sought In vain for the
storing place of the powder. It was the
sharp eyes of the Catawba that finally
descried It. A rude housing of pine
boughs, like the huts of the troopers,
had been built at the base of a great
boulder on the opposite bank of the
stream; p.n^ here was the lading of the
powder train.
From what could be seen 'twas cleai
that the camp was no mere bivouac for
the day; Indeed, the Englishmen were
still working upon their pine-bough
shelters, building themselves in as if
for a stay indefinite.
" 'Tis a rest camp,” quoth Dick;
"though why they should break the
march here is more than I can guess.”
"No," said Ephraim Yeates. "'Taln’t
Jest rightly a rest camp, ez I take it,
Ez I was a-saying last night, this here
is Tuckasege country, and we ain't no
furder than a day's running from the
Cowee Towns. Now the Tuckaseges
and the over-mountain Cherokees ain't
always on the best o’ tarms, and
I was a wondering if the hoss
captain hadn’t sot down here to
wait whilst he could send n peace
offer' o’ powder and lead on to the
Cowee chiefs to sort o' smooth the
way."
"No send him yet; going to send,"
was Uneanoola’s amendment. "Look
see, Chelakee braves make haste for
load horses down yonder now!"
Again the sharp eyes of the Catawba
had come In play. At the foot of tne
great boulder some half dozen of the
Cherokees were busy with the powder
cargo, lashing pack-loads of It. upon
two horses. One of the group, who ap
peared to be directing the labor of the
others, stood apart, holding the bridle
reins of three other horses caparisoned
as for a Jout-ney. When the loading
was accomplished to the satisfaction of
the horse-holding chieftain, he and
two others mounted, took the burdened
animals in tow, and the small cavalcade
filed off down the stream toward the
apparent cul de sac at the lower end
of the valley.
Ephraim Yeates was In In twinkling,
dragging us back from the cliff edge.
“Up with ye!” he cried. Now's our
chance to kill two pa’trldges with one
stone! If we can make out to get down
into t'other valley in time to see how
them varmints come out, we'll know
the way In. More’n that, we can am
bush ’em and so make sartaln sure o'
five o' the six hosses we're a-golng to
need, come night. But we’ve got to leg
It like Ahlmaaz the son of Zadok!"
Thus the. old borderer; and being
only too eager to come to handgrips
with the enemy, we were up and run
ning faster than ever Joab’s messenger
can, long before the old man finished
with his Scriptural simile.
Not to take the risk of a delay on any
unexplored short cut, we made straight
for the ravine of our ascent, found it
as by unerring Instinct, and were pres
ently racing down to the Indian trace
in the little upland valley above the
gorge.
For all the helter-skelter haste, I
found time to remember that the gorge
us we had last seen It had been well
besprinkled with armed 'Cherokees ly
ing In wait for us. If they were still
there we should be like to have a hot
welcome; and some reminder of this I
gasped out to Yeates In mid (light.
“Ne’m mind that; If we run up
ag’inst ’em anywhere, ’twon’t be there
away. They’ve took the hint and quit;
scattered out to hunt us long ago,”
was his answer, jerked out between
bounds. And after that I loosed the
Ferara in Its sheath and saved my
breath as I might for the killing busi
ness of the moment.
’Twas a sharp disappointment that,
for all the haste of our mad scramble
down the mountain, we were too late
to surprise the secret of the enemy’s
stronghold. The Catawba was leading
when we dashed down Into the valley,
and one glance sent him flying back
to stop us short with a dumb show pur
porting that the quarry was already
out of the defile and coming up the
Indian path.
(Continued Next Week.)
Wing Shots at Sea.
Outing: One morning the yacht Linda
Bteamed out of the Bay of Avalon with
two or three friends and myself sitting
on the upper deck, about eight feet from
the water, each armed with a shotgun,
rhe Linda was headed up the coast and
was presently running at full speed, and
In a short time into the flying fishes,
which rose at or near the how and went
skimming away in graceful lines. The
first flyer went to the left, and was clev
erly dropped by one of my companions,
who killed another with his left barrel,
rhe third flsh fell to me. It rose twenty
teet ahead with a vigorous trembling of
the body, produced by the screw-llko mo
tion, and dashed away three feet above
the surface. As It swerved to the right
[ fired, dropping it; as It fell the splash
startled another flsh from the water,
which came straight toward the boat, ris
ing slightly on the stiff wind. I did not
(Ire, as the flsh was too near, and It
pase--* over the boat Into the preserves
pf my companion, who dropped It when
Bfty feet away.
There was something essentially novel
In this sport. The flsh appeared as
though by magic, shooting out of the
water with little or no splash, often ap
parently sailing along a foot above the
surface, which It so resembled that 1
was as difficult to drop them as It woul
pe the woodcock darting over cover that
t perfectly resembled. There was one es
sential lacking In this novel sport—a re
trlover. Many of the flsh sank before the
small boat could be cast off to secure
mem.
• ad a Plenty.
Judge: "Yassuh," said Unc' Mose,
'Llje Hossfut done got smaht down ter
le ’traded meetin’ las’ night, an’ dey
p’intedly 'Jected ’im fura de chu’ch—
lat what dey do.”
"Not old Deacon ’Llje?" says the 113
ener.
"Yassuh; ol’ Deacon ’Llje Hossfut—
tassuh."
"Why, I thought he was on* of the
pillars of the church."
•‘Reckon he war. but he ain’t no mo.."
"That muat have been a great take
lown for him. Wasn’t he put out a
treat deal over it?"
"No, auh; not er great deal. Dee'
mce seemed ter satisfy Tm."
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For Infants and Children.
The Kind You Have
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Conviction Follows Trial
1 When buying loose coffee or anything your grocer happens I
to have in his bin, how do you know what you aro
getting ? ■iome queer stories about coffee that is sold in bulk, I
could be told, if the people who handle it (grocers), cared to |
speak out. jj
Could any amount of mere talk have persuaded millions of
housekeepers to use
Lion Coffee,
the leader of all package eoffees for over a quarter
of a century, if they had not fcftmd it superior to all other brands in
Purity, Strength, Flavor and Uniformity?
This popular success ol LION COFFEE
can be due only to Inherent merit. There
la no stronger proof ol merit than con
Unued and increasing popularity.
11 the verdict of MILLIONS OF
HOUSEKEEPERS does not convince
yon of the merits of LION COFFEE,
It costs you but a trifle to buy a
package. It Is the easiest way to
convince yourself, and to make
you a PERMANENT PURCHASER.
i LION COFFEE It sold only In 1 lb. sealed packages
and reacbea you aa pure andelean aa when It lcftonr
factory.
Lion-head on every package.
Save theee Llon-hcails lor valuable premiums
SOLD BY GROCERS
FVFDVwnruu
FIFTEEN YEARS OF TORTURE. I
Itching and Painful Sore* Covered
Head and Body—Cured in a Week by
Cuticura.
"For fifteen years my scalp and fore-!
head was qne mass of scabs, and my
body was Covered with sores. Words
cannot express how I suffered from
the Itching and pain. X tried many
doctors and treatments, but could get
no help, and had given up hope when
a friend told me to get Cuticura. After
bathing with Cuticura Soap and ap
plying Cuticura Ointment for three
days, my head was ns clear as ever,
and to my surprise and joy, one cake
of soap and one box of ointment made
a complete cure In one week. (Signet.)
H. B. Franklin, 717 Washington St,
Allegheny, Pa.” I
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Woman's Ready Wit.
Senator Depew, at a dinner In Wash
ington, was praising the wit of women.
"Against this wit,” he said, "we men are
powerless. Even when all the right and
logic of an argument are on our side,
woman, with her wit, will, nine times out
of ten, put us to shame.
"Thus a man once found that his wife
had bought a few puffs of false hair.
This displeased him. He hid In the hall
one day, and, just as the lady was fixing
the false putts upon her brow, he darted
In upon her.
“ 'Alary,' he said reproachfully, 'why do
you put the hair of another woman on
your head?”
” ‘Why, his wife answered, 'do you put
the akin of another calf on your feet?’ ”
The town of Sulphur In Indian ter
ritory, consisting of 270 wooden and
stone buildings, Is to be moved to an
other location, and bids are wanted for
the Job. _ _
The population of Costa Rica last
December was estimated at 240,000.
FOR WOMENJBjJS
troubled with ilia peculiar to ^|
their sex, used as a douche is marvelously ns
cesslul. Thoroughly cleaasss, kills disease gasas.
•tops discharges, heals inflammation and Ism.
soreness,
Paxtine is in powder form to be dissolved In pnsw
water, and is far more cleansing, head.tg, germicidal
and economical than liquid antiseptics for all
TOILET AND WOMEN’S SPECIAL USES
For sale at druggists, DO cents a box.
Trial Box and Book of Instructions Free.
THI R. Paxton Com pant Boston. Manas
IMIflCC for thousaib*
flll|VIE.U 0FPt-f’LE -THEFLATHEA«
■ IWIHftW INDIAN RESERVATION
thrown apen for settlement. 1,500,000 aarea, embracing Mkn
choicest end most fertile agricultural and fruit laud* !«. MM
atata of Montana. Send u»50 cents and we will send pa a
map of Montana, a map of the Flathead Indian ReeereaMa*
Krinted matter descriptive of the country, and other valuaMn
i for mat ion relating to the opening of the reservation fores*
Ueuient. ft. M. Cobban Remit/ Co., MUeoulm, Meat
BARGAnS Muit Be Sold Qulekt^"
Paying Implement Store at Invoice, Hunting* *
Neb. Neat Millinery store, #300.0 >, Ainery, win.
100-Bbl. Flouring Mill, $y,600.00, Walnut Grove,
Minn. Hack and Transfer Line, 412,000.00, Man
kato, Minn. 14-Room Hotel—will trade—Jack
•on. Neb. Improved 160 acres, cheap. 4l,65u.d»t,
Barton, North Dakota. Improved 120 acres near
Barton, N. D-, 41,25 j.OJ. 27-Room Hotel and Llr
rry Barn In good town In North Dakota- cheap,
ai.5Ju.0iJ. Address K. *. (look A C'«., as In wa
c ltjr» la., or C. H. Glllmoro & Co., Barton N. D.
SIOUX CITY P’T’G CO., 1,099—33, 1905
PLEASE MENTION THIS PAPER.
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