Democratic Sentinel, Volume 1, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 August 1877 — A Thrilling Adventure. [ARTICLE]

A Thrilling Adventure.

“ With every year the number of Sacramentans,” says the tThion, “who go out on ‘ roughing it’ expeditions, hunting, fishing, and otherwise enjoying themselves, is on the increase. A party of five left the city yesterday for the mountains, to be gone about a month, and another party of folir returned home day before yesterday. Tlie latter hail intended to stay out longer, but the Indians in their vicinity began to grow exceedingly saucy, and to make the demand for small things in a tone which it was thought indicated that they might, if provoked, help themselves. Speaking •of tlie Indians, the party tell a funny story of their main camp. One hot day o i tueiu 4.„ n ot di ß - tant to have a bath, taking with mm ms rille. He had removed his garments down to his red flannel underclothing on the bank of the stream, when he heard the brush cracking, and, thinking perhaps the noise was made by a deer or other large animal, he deployed himself as a skirmisher and cautiously began investigating. He had not long to wait, for a moment later he observed a figure dodging from tree to tree, rifle in hand, and evidently watching him. It flashed through his mind that he was being followed by an Indian bent on mischief, and his heart rose in his throat so that he could almost taste it as thoughts of home forced themselves upon him. He determined that he would fight to the last, however, and, braced by this determination, advanced upon the enemy. The latter was evidently not prepared for such tactics, for he retreated faster and faster, and finally threw down his gun and ran. The Sacramentan, fearing that this was only a piece of strategy to lead him into an ambush, returned to the creek, donned his garments and hurried to camp. There he found a member of the party who had just come in from hunting, relating to the other two members how ne also had experienced trouble with the Indians, one of whom, he said, had followed him for two or three miles, and he had only escaped from him by striking him over the head with his gun. This, he went on to say, broke the stock in two ; the barrel flew into the chaparral, and he did not deem it worth while to wait and search for it, when the Indians might attack the camp at any moment. The man who had been to the creek begun to feel a suspicion that two members of that hunting party had been making fools of themselves, and he

* What did jte look Mu’ve ffeafd of them being called red devils ; well, this fellow wa&oso ot Uwni. He was stripped right to the skin, was qnQ had painted himself just»«fi yed as You needn’t laugh ; ’twhsn’t Anything to laugh at.’ It was til most too cruel io say anything about the red flnnnel tinderolotites and Ute throwing of the gun away, but it be told.”