The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1844-05-31

of the enemy became visible at dis
tance which was beyond the certain
aim of his rangers. Charles Hanwell
turned anxiously around to his bride;
she was deadly pale-she did not JON
in the cries and tears around-but she
was still and white as statue. 'Do
not be alarmed said Charles affection
ately pressing her hand. The savages
will not modest us after one vigorous
attack from our rifles, and there is a
little danger to be apprehended. BE
quiet--we shall return immediately
The spirit of her father was strongly
within the heart Of Emily. GO, Charles
and may God preserve you! said she.
A party had already mounted, and the
tramp of hoofs was heard Without
Charles sprang to his saddle, and in a
moment the band to which he belong
ed disappeared in the shadows Of the
surrounding woodlands. Capt. Wheel
right undertook to garrison his dwelling
with the remainder of his company.
1t would be impossible to describe
the, anxiety with which the we'd
ding guests listened to every sound
which came from the direction which
the rangers had taken. The tramping
of their horses gradually died away;
then the sound of the fire arms was
heard; and ever anon, the shrill and
terrific war cry of the savages rose
fearfully on the wind.
The heavy tread of horses soon an
nounced the return of the adventurers.
hey wheeled into the enclosure, and
the next moment Captain Harman con-
frontcd the agitated assembly. 'rhe
vile heathen! he muttered between his
his clenched teeth; and turning to the.
bride, he said-'Your husband is u
mong the missing! 1t has been hor
rid nights work. and he threw himself
into chair, apparently exhauted.
is he dead?' calculated Emily Han
well, sprlnging up and grasping con-
vusively the hand of the sodlers.-
'rell me, captain Harman, as you hope
for mercy, is he dead?
'Your husband is a prisoner, said
Harman, but he fought desperately be-
lore he yielded. He was overpower-
ed by numbers, and were unable to
effect his rescue. There was a fearful
skirmish, for the Indians were twice our
numuer. hey have not many o their
bravest warriors, but some OF my own
little troop are now lying cold in the
forest shade.'
sand you have left your comrade to
perish by the loul tortures of your en-
emiesr cried Emily Hanwcll, her tones
OF entreaty changing TO those of indig-
nation; Ito die by the fire and the
scourge, without blow for his rescue
without SO much as wound received
in his defence! would to heaven that
the po Hers of man were mine!'
She trembled in every limb, and her
;ears fell fast. The countenance of
Harman worked for moment with
resentment, but he overcame the feel
ing, and returning to his companl ons he
avowed his resolution Of pursuing the
retreating foe, and attempting once
more the rescue of the prisoner. The
party Immediately acquiesced-seve-
raj new recruits volunteered their SER
vices and in few mements a second
sally was made from the mansion.
1t boots not now to relate the par
ticulars of the rescue--sutfice it to say
that the foe were overtaken, and that
in the struggle which ensued, the pri-
soner was liberated. The party imme-
diately returned to the house of the
veteran Wheelright. His daughter
met them at the door; after one long
embrace OF her husband; she clasped
with heartfelt gratitude, the rough |
war worn hand of Harman, and from
that moment he was regarded as
brother by Charles Hanwell and his
bride.