American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-07-17

port his totcring frame. He gazed some time
on the ruin and desolation before him, advanc-
ed few PAGES, and sunk exhausted TO the earth
Morning came, the lumnary Of heaven
arose, and still found him seated near the al
most expiring embers, In his right hand he
held small stick, with which he was tracing
the name of Eliza on the ground, his left
hand vas thrown on his iavorlte dog, that lay
by his side, looking first on the ruins and then
on his master, with evident signs of grief
Morgan arose. The two brothers now made
search, and found some bones burnt to ashes,
which they carefully gathered, and silently
consigned to their mother earth, beneath the
wide spread branches of Il venerable oak, con-
sccratad by the purcst and hottest recollections.
Several days after this Morgan was engaged
in desperate battle at the low er Blue Licks,
The Indians came off victors and the surviving
whites returned across the Licking, pursued
by the enemy for distance OF SIX and thirty
miles.
James Morgan was amongst the last who
crossed the river, and was in the rear until the
hill was descended. AS soon as he beheld the
Indians Ic-appear on the ridge, he felt and
knew his wrongs and recollocted the lovely
object of his affections. He urged on his horse,
and pressed to the front. While IN the act of
leaping from his saddle, he received a rifle ball
! in his thigh and fell; an Indian sprang upon
him, seized him by the hair, and applied the
scalping knife. At this moment, Morgan cast
up his eyes and recognized the handkerchief
that bound the head Of the savage, and which
he knew to be his wfe's. This added renew
cd strength to his body, and increased his ac-
tvty to fury. He quickly threw his LETT arm
around the Indian and with deathlike grasp
Rugged him to his bosom, plunged his knife il-
| to his side, and he expired in his arms Re-
| leasing himself from the savage, Morgan
crawled under the small oak, on an elevated
piece of ground short distance from him
The scene of action shifted, and he remained
undiscovered and unscalped, and anxious spec
tator of the battle.
1t was now midnight The savage band
had, after taking all the sea ps they could
| find, left the battle ground. Morgan was seat
ed at the foot of the oak; its trunk supported
his head. The rugged and uneven ground that
surrounded him, was covered with the slain;
the once white and projecting rocks bleached
with the rain and the sun of centuries were
crimson with blood that had warmed the heart
and animated the bosom of the patriot and sol
der. The pale glimmrring of the moon occo-
sionally threw a faint light upon the mangled
bodies of the dead, then a passing cloud envel-
oped all in darkness, and gave additional hor-
ror to the feeble cries of few still lingering
in the last agonies of protracted death, rendered
doubly appalling by the hoarse growl of the
bear, the loud howl of the wolf, the shrill and
varied notes of the wild cat and panther, feed
ing on the dead and dyi"g. Morgan beheld
the scene with E.ar,-rcndlng sensation, and
looked forward to the ap"thy of despair to his
own end.
A large, feTocious looking bear, covered all
over with blooA, now approached him; he
threw himself IN the ground, silently COM
mended his soul to Heaven, and IN breathless
anxiety awaited his fate. The satiated animal
slowly passed on without noticing him. Nor
gan raised his heap--was about to offer thanks
for his unexpected preservation, when the cry
of pack of wolves opened upon him, and
awakened him to ID sense of danger. He
placed his hands over his eyes, fell on his face,
and in silent agony awaited his fate. He now
heard rustling in the bushes; steps approach
ed; a cold chill ran over him. Imagination
creative, busy Imagination, was actively en-
ployed; DEATH the most horrible death awaited
him; his limbs would in all probability be torn
| from him, and be devoured alive. lie felt a
touch-the vital spark was almost eXtinguisll-
ed-another touch more violert than he first,
and he was turned over. II. cold sweat ran
down in torrents-his hanc' were |lolently
forced from his face-the men passed from
under cloud-a faint ray beaw"1. upon him
his eyes involuntarily opened. and he beheld
his wife, who in a scarce audible voice exclam-
ed 'My husband!--my husband? and fell upon
his bosom.
Morgan now learned from his wife, that af-
ter the Indians entered the house, they found
some spirits and drank freely an alteration
soon took place-one OF them received NOR
tai stab and fell; his blood ran through the
floor on her. Believing it to be the blood OF
her husband, she shrieked aloud and betray-
ed her place of concealment.
She was Immediately taken and bound
| The party, after setting fire to the house, pro-
ceeded to Bryants Station. On the day OF
the battle of the Blue Licks horse, with
saddle and bride, rushed by her, which she
| knew to be her husbands. During the action
the prisoners were left unguarded -nade their
escape, and lay concealed beneath some bushes
under the bank of the river. After the In
dams had returned from the pursuit, and lett
the battle ground, she with some other persons
who had escaped with her, determined to make
search for their friends and, if on the field
and living to save them, if possible, from the
beasts Of prey After searching for some time,
and almost despalrng of success, she tortu-
nately discovered him.
The party of Colonel Logan found Morgan
and his wife, and restored them to their friends,
their infant and their home.
To MAKE VINEGAR. Take eight gallons of
clear rain water, add three quarts of molasses,
put into good cask, shake we'll few times,
then add two or three spoons full of good
yeast, or two yeast cakes. FIN summer, place
it in the sun; if in the winter, near the chimney
where it may be warm In ten or fifteen days
add to the liquora sheet of brown paper, torn
in strips, dipped in molasses, and good vinegar
will be produced. The paper will in this way
form what is called tine "mother," or life of
vinegar.