888 INDIAN TRAGEDIES AND ROMANCES.

rocky hills, separated by canons and almost impassable even for a man on foot.   About noon, almost worn out, he reached

WALLACE KILLS HIS INDIAN PURSUER.

a little creek. He threw himself on the ground. In a few moments he was thrilled with delight to discover a large buck approaching the water to drink.   Raising his rifle cautiously, for