Virginia statesman. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1828-1829, 1829-06-10

maui Fake CAFE" and expired.
Twas so much surprised and shocked at
tins catastrophe, that stood immoyeabIe,
thoughtless of my own safety, mourning
over the brave Indian, who lay watering
in his gore, when | was startled by slight
rustling in the bushes close behind me, |
and raising my eyes, beheld MOnson! |
Advancing without the least appearance
of shame or fear, until he came to the !
corpse, and paying not the slightest atten-
ton to me, he stood and gazed sternly al
the fallen warrior.
"There's another of the cursed crew,
said he at length, ''gone to his last accoun.
He is not the first, nor shall he be the
Ihsl.-Ifs an old debt, but it shall be paid
to the last DROP
As he spoke, he knashed his teeth, and
| his eyes cleaned with the mahgnlty OF
grati6ed rcycnge.-Then turning to me-
and observing the deep abhOrrance with
which shrunk back, he said
INLAY be, stranger, you don't like tins
sort of businessl"
" Observation-Disclosures be-
gonel Approach me not" | exclaimed
drawing a large pistol from my belt; but
before / was aware, the backwOodsman,
with a sudden spring, caught my arm, and
wrested the weapon from me; and then re-
manning perfectly calm, while / was ready
to burst with rage, he said
This is a poor shooting. for man
to have about hint might do for young
men 10 'tote" in a settlement, butts OF no
use In the wOods--no more than shot
gun"
"Scoundrel!" said l, '.you shall repent
your Violence"
Young mani" interrupted he, very
coOlly, liam no scouadrel;-you mistake;
you do not know me-"
Murderer" repeated /, ''for such /
know YOU TO be.-Think not this bloody
deed shall @ unpublished. My life IS IN
your power but dread not your venge
ance"
While | was thus exhaustIng myself IN
/ the expression ofmy rage and horror, the
more polite Monson, having possessed
himself of the Indians gun, dropped 1t, to
gether with my unlucky pistol, on the
ground, and placing one foot on them, he
/ proceeded deliberately to reload his rifle
Don't be alarmed, young man." said
he in reply to my lastremark, Il shall not
hurt a hair of your head. You cannot
/ provoke me to til never harmed i chris
tan man to my knowledge"
"See hereD he continued, as he finish
ed loading his piece.-Then pointing to
the ruins Of the cabin, he proceeded IN
hurried tone:-
This was my home.-lIere built a
/ house with my own labor'--With the sweat
fmy brow | opeued this clearing.-Here
! [ hyed with nv wife, my children and my
mother.-We worked hard--lived we'll
and were happy One night was in
the fall had gathered my corn, the labor
of the year was done, and was sitting by
the FIRE among my family, with the pros.
pect and plenty and comfort around me
when heard a Yell never was a cow
ard. but knew that sound too well; ana
when l looked round upon the women and
helpless babes that depended on me for
protection, a cold chill ran over me, and
/ my heart seemed to die. ran to the door,
aud beheld my stacks in a blaze.
caught up my gun-but in a moment, a
gang of yelling sayages came pouring in
at my door like so many bowling wolves.
| | fired, and one Ofthem fell caught up
an axe, and rushed at them with such fu
ny that cleared the cabin. The monsters
I then set fire to the roof, and we saw the
/ flames spreading around US. What could
I dol Here was my poor old mother and
my wife, aud my little children, unable to
/ fight or hy.-l burst the door, and rushed
madIy out; but they pushed me back. The
blazing timberS came falling among us
my wife hung on my neck, and called on
me to save her children-Our piOus moth
er prayed-while the savage wretches
roared, and laughed and Knocked us. ]
grasped my axe, and rushed out again. /
/ killed several Ofthem, but they overpower-
ed me, bound me, and led me to witness
/ the ruin ofall that was dear to me. All
all persisted here in the flames before my
Ieyes.-They persisted in lingering tor
ments. saw their agonies-Iheard thei,
cries they called on my name-Oh.
heaven can ever forget it,"
Here he stopped, overcome with his
emotions, and looked wildly around
Tears came to his relief, bnt the man Of
sorrow brushed them away, and continued;
They carried me OIL a prisoner. l was
| L. IL 4 ! I.