Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1846-01-01

phrase, "on his own hook" without regard
to order or discipline, concealing himself
behind tree or clump of bushes waiting
an opportunity for shot, they were often
separated some little distance from each
other. In this way they continued to fight,
handling the scalpiug knife and tomahawk
without mercy; the whites using both as
we'll as their foes, and being equally skill
full in taking scalp; till towards, sunset,
when an incident occurred which decided
the conflict Two of the combatants, who
had been fighting against each other for a
long time with doubtful success, as if by
mutual consent, ceased hostilities and pro-
ceeded to the shore of the lake to wash their
guns, which had become foul by frequent
usage. The Indian was Paugus, the re-
nowned chief of the Pequawkets; the white
was man by the name of Chamberlain,
from Massachusetts. They had seen each
other before-in days when the Ratchet was
buried beneath the tree of peace-and con-
versed amicably together till they had COM
pleted their work and commenced loading,
which was exactly at the same time. 1t
was a moment of most thrilling excitement
to those two men. The work of few
minutes would change their brieR friendship
to mortal enmity; and the scalp Of one of
them was sure to dangle soon at the belt Of
the other. Whoever was the quickest
would scarcely wait for the other to finish.
They had already drove their bullets home,
and nothing Remained but printing, when
Paugus had slightly the advantage. Look
ing at Chamberlain, he said-"Me kill you.'
"No,'' said Chamberlain, whose piece prim-
ed itself, ''I'Il kill you;'' and suiting his
action to his word, he sent ball through
the heart of the chief, who fell dead while
his bullet whistled harmlessly over the head
of his antagonist. 1t was already sunset;
and the Indians hearing of the death Of their
leader, withdrew with their dead and woun-
ded, leaving the whites in possession of the
field. There was little cause though for
the victors to exult; nearly half their num-
Der being killed, and scarce any escaping
without a wound. The Indians outnum-
bered the whites, but their loss was much
greater, very few fighting men being LETT
The next mornings sun saw the remnant
of the brave band of whites on their way
homeward. 1t was the last battle fought by
the Pequawkets in defence of the graves oil
their sires and their hunting grounds. Then
strength was broken; sadness had come
DER the spirit of these sons of the forest
they saw and had experienced, severely too
the superiority of the "pale faces;" and, toe
weak to defend themselves longer, they had
ere many moons taken their departure north
ward, to join the powerful tribe of St. Fran
co.'s in Canada.
A small stream, which was that day often
discolored by the blood of many brave
heart, as it held its silent course through
the battle ground to the deep bosom of the
lake, is known at this day by the name o.
the "Bloody Brook"
Many years had elapsed since ''Love-
Wells fight" as it was called, when an In
dian was seen prowling about the house Of
Chamberlain, who was now somewhat adj
vanced in years. The old reimbursement
was suspicious of his intentions, and keep
ing close watch, discovered the fellow one
morning about daybreak lying in ambush
with his gun, ready to welcome him with
bullet on his appearance. But the old man
who had not yet forgotten the use of the
rifle, by well-directed shot, killed the In
dian in his hiding place. 1t was afterwards
Iascertained that he was son of Paugus the
chief, whom Chamberlain had killed, and
that he had come several hundred miles to
avenge the death of his father.
The gun of Chamberlain is preserved as
memento of olden time in the museum OF
village that has sprung up where the red
man chased the deer; and many are the
tales told by the country people, of strange
noises that are heard, and of Indians tina
! are seen at night with their gun and toma'