American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1844-11-19

the waters brink to wash them, at the same
moment.
Standing near each other, they exchanged
words Of mutual defiance, and loaded their
pieces with corresponding motions 1t is said,
as Paugus forced down the ball. he called out
to his opponent, "NIe kill you quick" "May
be not, ;" was the laconic reply; and the gun Of
Chamberlain printing itself gave him an op,
portunity to falsify the prediction of the savage
whose ball passed over the white man with the
erring aim of u dying foe.
1t is also said, while Chamberlain was taking
deadly aim, the Indian called, to acquaint him
that he had omitted the motion, whose antc
patton was SO fatal to the chief: it might have
been from nlagnaninity not very consistent
with the character of the red hunters; or il
might have been from the exultaton Of expect
ed conquest, when he supposed his enemy ne
elected what was SO necessary, at a moment
when mistake or neglect could not be retriev.
ed.
Captain Lowell, MORALLY wounded by the
shot of the single Indian, at the commencement
of the battle, received another ball. He fell
and expired, with eight more of his company,
killed by the first discharge, and the command
dcvolycd on Lieutenant Wyman, who sustain
ed the conflict during the day, and survived the
hardships ofth march.
The preservation of soldier named Kies
was little less than miraculous. Covered with
wounds, exhausted with fatigue, and faint from
the loss Of blood, hc rolled himself with difficult
ty into a birch canoe, providentially lying by
the spot, not with the hope of escape, but that
his remains might be preserved from horrible
mutilation
Unable to use the paddle, he lay almost in
sensible in the fral vessel, was drtted by the
waves and waited by the winds, towards the
stockadc, and, when returning strength revisit
ed his frame, he arose, and reached his home.
At a distance of some time, party went out
to the battle field They found the bodies of
twelve of their friends, and, after covering them
with sand, carved their names on the bark of
tree, which has now decayed. Beneath a large
mound were laid the slain Indians, and tue
huge form ofthe sachem Paugus.
Such are the particulars of battle, which
was of incalculable advantage to the infant set
Elements. From that period the sumbers of
the cradle were no more broken by the war
whoop, and the father, whom he laid his head
on the pillow, no longer feared that the shouts
of murderous savages would rise around the
cottage.
The place is now almost daily visited by
strangers, who, with reverence due to de-
parted valor, perform a pilgrimage to the spot
where its highest efforts have been performed.
On the shores of the pond, a sandy beach
spreads out covered with aged trees, and
bounded on one side by a meadow, and term-
mated by an inconsiderable brook, which, being
swollen in the spring time, by the waters pour
ed from the dissolvng SHOWS of the mountains
forms narrow peninsula
Here the small company, engaged in this
celebrated and rash expedition, retreated, with
the savages on their front and flank, and the
waters on their right and rear, and continued
the work of death, till the enemy learning too
late that the desperation of the few is mghtier
than the courage Of the many, retired, leaving
the survivors Of the fight to enjoy a triumph
gained by the loss Of more than half their mum
Der.
1t is notify the uncomfortable forces engaged
in this battle, that we are to estimate its con-
sequences ltshould be remembered, that tho
Indians, irritated by a long series of injuries,
and with strong effort to stem the torrent of
desolation which was sweeping over their
hopes, had dug up the Ratchet, and, to the
of a settlement in the wilderness,
were added the horrors ola ruthless warfare.
The pilgrims of those days listened, in the
still watches of the night, for the football of
of his tolls and of his pillow, and too often the
fierce yels of unsparing foes came on the 81
lence, and the flames rose from his dwelling,
and his children were murdered, and himself
carried into captivity, to expire in the fortunes
inflicted in the sportiveness of cruelty.
The defeat of hundred was, to them, even
as the slaughter Of the thousands, on the blood
stained field of Waterloo, to the conqueror of
Europe. 1t broke their spirit, and from that
hour the star of the nation grew pale, till it
went out in darkness.
When we stood upon the battle ground, the
sun was just setting, and the thoughts that
pressed upon the mind were many and mean-
choly. lie went down as calmly on the eve
OF that day Of carnage--the wind sighed as
through the evergreens of the TO-
rest-the waters curled as gently-the MUIR
muir that came on the departing twilight was
as sad-and the woods waved with motion
as graceful as they now do.
But, then, the last rays of fading light fell
on the eyes that were soon to be closed in eter-
nal darkness-the breeze mingled its solemn
wall with the groans of The dying soldier-the
waters rolled along, stained with the red cur
rent of life, and the trees shaded the cold corscs
of the slain.
All around was SO calm end STILL that it
were an insult to nature to make so lovely a
solitude the scene of contention, and 10 offer
human sacrifices on the purpled altar of vio-
lence. The sounds of merriment, the rejoicing
Of mirth, the pleasant song, or the sprightly
dance, were more in harmony with the quiet
beauty OF the spot, than the rude confusion of
warfare, and the desolation of slaughter.
1t was well that the floods had come, and
washed the soil from the red stains, and the
storms had spread out the white sands over the
spot where they had fought. A hundred years
have gone by, and, as yet, no monument has
been raised to preserve to posterity the memo
ry of the place of the combat.
The gratitude of a century has done nothing
to perpetuate the names of those who have adj