Litchfield enquirer., 1845-09-25
From. the Moristo,o,S Jerseyman. A THRILLING NARRATIVE.

James Morgan, a native of Maryland, married
 at carly age, and soon after settled near Bryans
 station in the wilds of Kentucky. Like most pio-
 neers of the West, he had cut down the cane, built
 a cabin, deadened the timbeD enclosed field with
 a worn fence, and planted some corn
 It was on the 7th of August, 17S3. The sun
 had descended; pleasant breeze was playing l through the surrounding wood; the cane bowed
 under its influence, and the broad green leaves of | the corn waved in the air. Morgan had seated himself in the door of his cabin with his infant on l his knee. His young and happy wife had laid l aside her spinning wheel, and was busily engaged in preparing the frugal meal That afternoon, he | had accidentally found bundle of letters, which
 he had finished reading to his wife before he had taken his seat in the. door. 1t was correspon-
 dence in which they acknowledged an early and ar- dent attachment for each other, and the perusal left evident traces of joy in the countenances of
 both; the little infant, too, seemed to partake ot
 it's parents feelings, by its cheerful smiles playful
 humor, and infantle caresses. While thus agree
 ably employed, the report of arife was heard. an-
 other followed in quick succession. Morgan sprang
 to his feet, ran to the door, and they simultane-
 ously exclaimed, |" Indians 1" ,,# .,..... The door was immediately barred, and the next moment their fears were realized by'a bold and spirited attack of small party of Indians, The
 cabin could not be successfully defended, and tlme was precious. Morgan, cool, brave and prompt,
 soon decided While he was in the act Of con-
 cealing his wife under the floor, mothers feeling 0vercame her--she arose, seized her infant, but
 was afraid that its cries would betfay her place of concealmenr. She hesitafed--gazed silently upon it--a momentary struggle between duty and afiec- ton took place. She once more pressed her child to her agitated bosom, and again and again kissed it with impassioned tenderness The infant alarm
 ed at the profusp of tears that fell upon its cheek, looked up in its mothers face. threw hslq e arms around her neck .and wept aloud. ...
 7" In the name of Heaven, Eliza, release the child, or be lost" said the distracted husband, in
 a soft. mporing tone, as he forced the infant from
 his wife, hastily took up his gun, knife. .and hatch. ct, ran up the ladder that led 10 his chamber and drew it after bims In a moment, the door was
 burst open, and the savages entered
 By this time, Morgan had secured his child na n bag, and dashed it 10 his back then throwing of
 some cIapboards from the cabins roof, he resoute- ly leaped to the ground He was assailed by two
 Indians. Asthe first approached, he knocked him down with the but end of his gun. The other ad- vanced with uplifted tomahawk; Morgan let fall his gun, and closed in. The savage made blow,
 missed but severed the cord that bound the infant | to his back, and it fell. The contest over the child now became warm and fierce, and was carri- ed on with knives only. The robust and athletic
 Morgan at length got the ascepdency both.were
 Adly cut and bled freely, but the stabs of the white man were better and deeper, and the savage soon sunk 10 the earth in death. Moggan hastily took up his child, and hurried off,
 The Indians in the house, busily engaged in drinking and .plundering, were not apRrised ofthe contestin the yard, until the one that had been knockee down, gave signs of returning life, and called them to the scene of action. Morgan was discovered, immediately pursued, and a dog pnt upon his trail. Operated upon by 1slAtbe feelings of husband and father, he moved with all the speed of hunted stag, and soon ontssripped the Indians, but the dog kept in, close pursuit Find ing it impossible to outrun or elude the cunning animal, trained to hunts of this kind, he halted and waited, until it came within few yards