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Mrs. Junkins grew uneasy and sent her husband to look for her. He thought, perhaps, she had remained with the Warnicks, and went straight to the cabin. There he learned that the child had not been there. By that time it had become dark, and, assisted by the Warnicks, Junkins started to hunt his daughter. Nothing could be seen of her, and the whole party returned to the Junking cabin. As there were several inches of snow on the ground, the tracks of Landy could be plainly followed. They were followed to a point within half a mile of the Warnick cabin, where they suddenly disappeared, and could not be seen any further. The point where they stopped was in a cleared field, where buckwheat had been grown last season.
    The child must evidently have been frightened at something, for the tracks left the path, and where they stopped were some 15 or 20 feet away from it. There were a number of her tracks together, as if she had turned around and around, while trying to avoid something. Beyond this point the footprints disappeared. The search was continued far into the night, and the surrounding forest was scoured as far as possible, as it was thought the child might have wandered from the path. The searchers were compelled to return to the almost distracted mother with the news that the missing child had not been found.
    The next day the search was continued by a number of others, who had heard the story, and come to volunteer their services. Search as closely as they could, beyond the footprints in the snow at the point near the path, they could not be followed further. How the child could have vanished X
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and left no further trace puzzled every one. If she had been seized by a wild animal, its tracks would surely have been left in the snow, but there was nothing of the kind. There was no explanation to he offered, and the mystery of the disappearance was not revealed until several days later.
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A STRANGE BATTLE.
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    Peter Swadley, a noted bear hunter of Webster, is now in the village being treated for the wounds he recived from the huge bird over on Laurel creek day before yesterday. He is still in a precarious condition from the encounter. Swadley was brought to Addison by Abe Kitsmiller on the afternoon of the day it happened. Swadley was hunting a bear over on Piney ridge, and had his dog Gunner with him. The two were tracking a bear, whose haunts Swadley had known for some days, through the laurel on the mountain side, when he came into a little clearing, and suddenly without other warning than a scream louder than that of a panther, which Swadley thought at first had jumped on him, the immense feathered creature swooped down with the evident intention of bearing him off. The bird dug its talons in his back, tearing his coat into shreds, and for some minutes there was a fierce fight in the snow. Swadley lost his rifle, and did not get a chance to use his hunting knife.
    Though he is a large, powerfully built man he had no chance with his bare hands, and his wounds show what a fight for life it must have been. One of the worst wounds the hunter received was over the left eye, where the scalp was torn away for at least three inches, making a terrible X
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