Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1843-05-13
Stretches OF THE WEST.
THE INDIANS REvEN1E.

Indian ghter and hunter. Born and raised amid
scenes of strife and dagger, he was taught an
early age, TO rely upon his own energies for sup.
port and protection. and many the tales o
nave heard OF his indomitable bravery. presence
OF mind and segaci,y-qualties that distinguish
ed The pioneers of civilization in the boundless
west, and enabled them 10 triumph in the da rke st
hour, and compass difficulties that less hardy
race would have deemed lnsufTaaantaase.
At one period Of Fenton's s.as,-s ras=<s. 10
vas ss1,'ag - raba bench 10 'front.' Of ks<-eessn
smoking corncob pipe. and entertaining a num-
Der OF responsibilities with narratives Of by-
gone days and stirring events in which he was q
prominent actor.
The sun had sgone down in a blaze OF a,ory
| as the noveIsis say, tiDging The forest with q
mellow light, and robing in gorgeous hues tho
giant oaks that stand like pillars against the ce-
ru!ean armament. An Edenlike stiffness reipred
around the humble dwelling Of The war worn vet
eran--the hum of insects ceased, and twilight
was stealing on apace, soothing the turbulent
passions OF our nature and lending indescriba.
| bic charm 10 the woodland scene AT this
ment, noise was heard by Kenion, and in an in.
slant The form of an Indian emerging
! from thicket in front of the hut The red man
did not advance with the caution of his tribe, but
crushing the reeds iha, obstruc,ed his passage,
marched with bold step TO The cabin, and stood
before Kenton in all his native majesty
'Good evening" said the Indian, who spoke
good English, .how is Mr.. kentop, the Eagle
Eye, call him?'
What brough, you Simon kenlon's cabin at
such an hour thIsT
'Revengen
'Ah! you can't forge, that brush, ehg
Never, old man. You killed my father, and
The Great Spirit says must have blood for blood
well lngen, you know where Simon Kenton's
hut stands, and when you call upon him in day
light, like white man, you'll find him on hand
Enough! We will NEE, at The rising of The
10 morrow, in the Fallen Timber You
4
iher, ~ho has gone to happy hunting ground,
by killing you at your door. hut that would not
have been according to my notions Of honor Ne
mong red men,
yes, Ingen, we will meet al sunrise, exactly:
a"o 1eco9sec' as soon as we pee me parnp III
me, for revenge, as you say, because I happened
10 kill your father. Very we'll, ingen Simon
Kenton knows what's right, and when we meet
luck will decide 1t. will take my old rifle, and
can be found al the crossing-you know where.
All you have got 10 do ia the morning, is TO mako
a bee line for the spot, and when you old 81.
mon blaze awayr
The two par,ie. separated in friendship. and
the old man retired to rest. Al dawn he rose.
and made preparations for The conflict, which no
knew must be deadly. Balls were made-flints
examined, etc, and without com.
to his family his intention, he saun>
tered forth, and was soon at the appointed place.
He found the Indian had anticipa ed his arrival,
and was leaning upon his rifle, at a short distance
from the place he had designated in a thought
mood. Signs were exchanged, and then
menced the bush fight never surpassed. The
Indian fired, and missed, and took shelter behind
a large hickory. Kenton cool and collected,
and trying again The flint Of Black Bet told his
antagonist to stand forth. The Indian had reload
ed, and both chose position, and fired without
effect. Quick rs thought tho pieces were reload
ed. and the artfu! lodging, that followed can be
better imagined than described. From tree to
tree the assaants glided and every iDge-
nsity could invent, was resor,ed TO by them
gain advantage. This lasted for
menis, when the Indian, finding that he Guild not
outwit his white antagonist, in the woods, came
forward and proposed that both should 60 TO
clearing at hand, with unchanged riflss aud at
signal agreed upon. load and fire. Kenion read
lily accepted the offer, and repaired to the oear-
ing The remainder is told. As soon
the signal was given, both began loading with tho
utmost haste, being distan, from each other but
a few yards. The Indians cmenis were bur-
ried but certain--Kenton was more method'cal.
bnt no less effective, and the ramrods were drawn
ous ~ the sama Kaafnn ho~s~-@a xnaa04
fatal misfAke. Instead of throwing his rod IN
the groond, as h.s antagonist did, he attempted
to pu: it in lis place, and while doing So received
a hall that sent his spirit to a bettsf world.
Years have rolled away since the occur renco
we have mentioned, but there many ye, 10
the land of the living who remember the sad fate
of the old warrior. Near The translucent Lick
ing may be found the grave Of as noble a spirit
as ever filed tenement Of clay.
THE BosApARTEs.-We in Mr.. Walsh's
Paris correspondence Of the 'Natiopa Inieilfgen-
cern that the Prince de Mopforf, son OF Jerome
Napoleon 10 about to marry Isabella, the young
Queen OF Spain The Prince IS nephew OF tho
En,e,o, NJ Russia and cousin of Queen Victoria.
A nice family arrangement. which il is 10 be hoped
will eondsce 10 nice preservason Of that vascila-
TING index, ssihe balance of power"
"ee, off quite easily in Prussia they do in
this country. In September last, defsultef to
the amount of $1,000 francs fled from Prussia to
France. By virtue Of a treaty between the GO
vernrnen.s he vas sent back 10 receive justice IN
his own country. found guilty, and condemned TO
be deprived OF office, be logged three different