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A Thrilling Adventure

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Parent Issue
Day
16
Month
September
Year
1891
Copyright
Public Domain
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Miss Loa Mclntyre v!io wil] be remembered as Bpendlng gome time here two years ago, whlle her blind fnther was an attendant ïipon the Dniverslty I,:iv Bchool, writes in a letter to a frlend in this city the following llttle adventure oí Interest. Mi-s Melntyre is at present a teacher in the Olntah Agency in Dtah, and besidee belng interested in the work, i; i.lso niueli at home in the west where her earller 1 ïï- w&a spent. She writes: 'Our Bchool cloeed last Frlday and a few days aítor, a young lady frlend and I di'ove in a cart down lo the Post- Fort Dúcheme, flíteen miles below. You should have s-cn bow wc went. Between uu lay au Immense revolver, loaded fr.ll. and we carried íilso a sharp knife. The same knife saved my Ufe aliont two months ago. "I liad been of:' 0:1 an al! day's ride wil 1 a friend and he lefi me a bout five miles out as he liad ti lc Hfteen miles in another dlrection. The sim bad just set. An in, lian was rtding along aa we separa ted and I struck out with him. I notieed he kopt watcli of my friend but f did not suspeet anything until I had ridden aboul a inile. "On the rlghi sirle of my saddle is n aaddle pocket that buckles in closlng and my lasso rope and Jacket were buckled ander the strap; here I took out my coat, put it on and buckled up iii.v rope agaln. About three miles from the Agency my pursuer (for ao he c"'i!i;'ii i,y iiiis time) beg&n to make bad Blgnü. I wiis r.ot mach írlghtened, and trled to fri.uliton him by sayiiiK indignantly: "Me teil Agent; he put you in the lock-up." "The Indian laughed and said in Indian talk: Ageni gone way off (he was in Salí Lake), me kill you and go away, he no CatCh me," - and he tlirew his left arm around my walst and caught my right arm in his. -Uur horsea were on the run; 1 was pulliiiíí away and he trying to pull me off. Just then one of lus relia dropped and liis horse stopped. My horse gave one bonnd forward and in that moment I unbuckled my saddle pocket, put my lasso m my lelt arm and Kot out my knlfe, just as he carne forw.ii-il again, I struck htm. He slowcil up, but dashed to my lelt slde and waved lus blanket. My horse is a wild little friiow and he Jumped sidewaya aeveral times, throwing me across my aaddle. I succeeded in catchlng my cinches and pulled on again. "We were now near a deserted barn. Another Indian carne in siglit and soon reached uw. For a second I drew up my pony, trylng to decide whether to dash past them not three rods away, or go around the enclosed lot. ïliey would have met me at the (Ulier side in the latter oase. ■The new Indian shot at me. I stink my horse wlth the knlfe I carried, and he went ïorwavd Hke an arruw, and the Indian fired twiee again. lic was so drunk lie could not aim weil. evldently. Iioth Indiana followed a little way, then the gecond corner turned aaide. The other one chased me until within a mile of the Agency, my pony tearing llke mad over the Bage brush, across dltches, throngh (reeks,- and on, until I reached home. '■I eonfess I was never more fritfhtened in my Ufe, All the followlng week I was 111, really lost four pounds of flesh in the same time."

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Old News
Ann Arbor Courier