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that Ca'harine should furnish, by means of
boats provided for the purpose, q suitable
quantity of refreshments. This ma,,er
having been settled, The hunters crossed
the river and botook themselves to the vii
derness; they had, however, scarcely en-.
tered The thick Businesses OF The almost i'm
pcno,rabe forest, when they were SET up
on by large party Of Indian desperadoes,
who, careless Of life. seemed ben, alone on
purposes OF death. The whites stood their
ground with firmncss, but their numbers
were so inadequate to any thing like de.
fence, they were compelled, after a short,
but obstinate resistance to give way, their
ammunition being totally expended, and take
refuge IN an old log house that stood upon
a uclghbcuring hill they there entrcnchod
there little party, whilst the Indians plan
ted themselves around, waiting with mp
palling silence, the dreadful moment when
their victims should attempt escape.
Hours rolled on, and at length the little
sha''ops Containing the provisions Of the
nniUriunate cap'lvcs. were seen emerging
from the opposite shore. But, great God {!
| with what anguish was the bosom of Sng-
Teton flied, when he discovered in the
foremost boGt the white dress and graceful
form OF his lovely daughter A party Of
the Indians Immediately fled off, and de
sendod about mile to The river, and
there lay concealed 10 ambush the others
gathered -ill closer around the prison
house Of the father and his ug0nizcd asso.
GATES.
The little boats propelled by the winds
and waited by The tide. gradually approach
| ed their dreadful port of destination. Sing
Teton looked on and saw his daughtcr--bls
child, his only chIld-clothcd in beauty.
ard arrayed IN loveIncas- his last. his on
" hope borne unconscousiy along even
INTO the very jaws of greedly awaiting
death and yet he was powcrless to save
he shed no tcar-h he fore not his aged locks.
But his clenched hands his s,iffaned,
5lackened eatures--hls motionless frame.
and fixed death. glazed eye told that he
was father. Not so Flzroy-not SO the
youthful lover Of the i'll fated Catho rine :
he blasphe'nod horribly in the bitterness of
broken hcart-he dashed his phrcnzied
head against The rude, but sturdy compo-
ncH's of his prison-nnd, in the widncss
Of his despair, levelled, but O! how incf-
teciuaIIy, his last remaining ball at the
lovely voyager. She landed-wlh smiles
she began the hills ascent--thc ruthless
savages seized-they Frustrated her the
deadly 'omahawk pierced her snowy fore
head The cap Of agony was now filled
Observation-Disclosures nothing: despair
and madness ruled the hour-,he captives
had hoped for mercy none was shown
they rushed with demonac pbrcnzy from
their dungeon Of horror-the unerring rifle
pierced them as they flew and Singleton
alone arrived at tie dreadful spo, where
his bleeding daughter lay; he snalched her
lovely corsr, and amidst the shouts of his
remorse'css pursuerS--amidst showers of
arrows and balls--le bore it in his arms
across the crimsoned stream, he landed,
and knceng over the dead child Of his ul.
IectiOne, he sWOre never more to bold COM
munlon with aught of Indian blood-he
swOre IN The deadlness OF his wrath. ever
lasting hatred aud revenge. He kissed
The clay cold lips OF bis welterng child,
and sunk sonselcss BY her side.
Vengeance, deadly vengeance, has often
cimsoncl the remors|ess arm of the ruth.
less ia her--but he still iivcs-a venerable
monument Of curecss grief.