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ALL'S WELL. _ 88 Comanche bear, at this critical moment, put in an _appear- This exposed the whole thing, and in an instant the In- @ians were on their feet, in full pursuit, with their tricky com- - panion at their head. But Kaifipa had Pie a good’ start, and had scarcely en- tered the real gloom of the wood when her lover was beside her, holding her hand, and they fied with all the speed at their command. A few sharp turns, Sod they got beyond all danger; but the Comanche who hail played the part of bruin, follawed so ewliard after Crockett that he could not elude him. “Wal, if I must, I must /” muttered the Tennessecan, draw- ing his fearful Bowie and turning upon the red-skin, e contest was over in a secund shnost. As the Indian sunk before the fearful knife, Crockett was just in time to turn and elude the others, who were coming up with much rapidity. He had a hard time of it, and but for the shelter of the wood, would not have succeeded in getting away; but he soon ceased from his great exextions, and after an hour's can- tious signaling managed to rejoin the lovers, remarking, as he related bis experience : “* Somehow or other I sorter fecl this is the last b’ar-hunt TD ever take a hand in !” ‘ endeavored to laugh at his depression, and he pur- the conversation, as he wished to cast no gloom over their happiness. It was now deemed best to approach as near Brownston as possible, so as to be ready to enter the village, if it could be . done, early in the morning. They accordingly resumed their cautious way through the woods, but lad not gone far when they heard Pes footsteps. The whites instantly halted, and the two men grasped their rifles, ready for friend or foe. “ Doonder and blitzen! I’s been valkin’ ever sin’ to-morrow mornin’, and I ain’t so fur off te village as I would be yester- day ef I bad started next week !” actin Hans, and ne next minute al] three were around 3 “ COnmnicbooks.com