This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ...largely upon his rifle for a living, and the game having be-come scarce and shy in his neighborhood, he sold his land and hired a neighbor to convey himself and family to his newly erected cabin in Cranberry Township. He cleared sufificient land to furnish a garden, abundantly large enough to satisfy his ambition to labor; but, after it had been fenced, his time was spent in trapping, hunting and preparing the skins for market. He became well known to the In-dians, who did not like the idea of so skillful a hunter settling near the marsh. His remain-ing there could but result in loss to them-selves, and they began to destroy his traps and steal the animals caught therein. They con-tinued to annoy him for some time, stealing many valuable furs from him, and, though he began to exercise vigilance and to watch care-fully, he was unsuccessful until one morning, having visited one of his traps, he discovered that an Indian had preceded him, had torn the log trap down, and had stolen the animal it contained. He started rapidly in pursuit, knowing that the thief could not be far away, and hoping to catch him before he reached the reservation. He was fortunate enough to sur-prise the Indian, who turned quickly around to see the rifle aimed at his head. The Indian made a movement as if about to leap behind a tree, but Doney sternly commanded him to stand still or be shot. He ordered the Indian to cast his rifle and tomahawk upon the ground, and the crestfallen redskin reluctantly obeyed. Doney was much the larger and V stronger man, and be determined to give the thief a thrashing that would not soon be forgotten. He took the ramrod from his gun, and, stepping up, began laying it with all his strength across the back of the astonished brave. The...