The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1846-04-30

No timo was to be lost, Sydney and his
friends seized the inmates Of the hut, wrap
ned them in cloaks, took them up with them
on horseback, and succeeded in quitting the
village uninterrupted, and were soon OH their
predestined route to tho seaboard
1t was nearly midnight when they arrived
at the hamlet Of Wamest, and sought shell
ter for remainder ofnight. Sydney and his
friends slept with their arms beside them,
and as soon as it was daylight they were up
and preparing to go on their journey with
their rescued charges. But the village was
disturbed by the firing of guns, and the start
led inhabitants rushed out 10 find themselves
surrounded by troop Of infuriated Indians
headed by Mionimah. All was terror, and
dsmay. The inhabIant of Wamesit seized
their arms to repel the intruders, but they
found il was not for revenge or plunder that
the attack was made on the hamlet, but to
rescue the white woman and her Children
Sydney was placing his daughter on the
horse, when he was struck down by the hand
of the fierce sachem, who snatching Sunseeta
in his arms, ran swift, TO the shore of the
Concord river. If he could but gain the op-
posite side there would be barrier between
him, and the Pawtucket,s, and he could es-
cape in safety to his OWE distant hawlet.-
Sydney saw this, and starting up, he snatch
ed the gun from young Pawtuckett stand
ing near, and gave chase. 1t was in vain.
The Indian had the advance of him, and be-
sides was feet runner, and had already
crossed the Concord in one of the many ca
noes that were lying at the shore, when sgd
ney descended the bank. Sydney threw
himself and gun into another, landed on the
eastern side Just as Mionimah went up the
summit. To the agonized parent, his child
seemed lost forever. There was but one
chance. The followers of Mionimah were
close on the shore he had left, shouting and
watching the result. What could Sydney
dos As the Indian reached the top, he
turned, and the left side of his face was
presented towards Sydney He would fire
upon him-perchance he could kill him
without wounding his child. His blood ran
cold, and his breath seemed choking. 1t
was dreadful alternative, but there was no
other, and no time TO deliberate. Sydney
fred. The ball did not miss its mark. The
sachem staggered few PAGES and fell just
as Sydney rushed up to drag Sunseeta from
his grasp. She screamed and clung TO the
dying Indian, and Sydney had hardly torn
her from him, when two bullets, from the
enraged followers of Monimah, struck Sun
seeta through the heart, and wounded Sgd
ney. She sunk down from his relaxing arms,
her blue eyes glared with savage hatred on
her father, as the last shadow yelled them
forever from his sight. 1t was keener pang
than her death. He dragged his feeble limbs
slowly away, and found shelter from the
infuriated Indians on the other shore, by
hiding behind the ruins of what had been his
home with Oniska, and then he swooned
away.
When Mionmah returned at night, and
found his wigwam desolate, Oniska was the
only one who could solve the mystery. She
remembered The distress of Sydney at learn
ing that his daughter was the wife ofa red
skin, and she knew that it could be none
other than lie who had committed the abduc-
ton. When the expedition started to find
the lost ones, she accompanied, and was
spectator 10 the death of the Sachem and
the fall of Sydney. Oniska ascended the
bank and found the bodies of Mionmah and
Sunseeta-They were dead. She passed
ON where Sydney lay among the scenes so
familiar long ago, and she found there was
vet life in him. She brought water from the
river, and sitting down and taking his head
into her lap, balhed his forehead, and wet
his lips. lie revived, and looked up into
her face, but his thoughts were unsettled,
and the mists of death was on his eye.
"Oniskap' and the fondness of other
years again lighted up that glazing eye,
"Mne own. Oniska, have had dream, but
you are here, and it mast have been dream
But where is our boy, Our bright-eyed
smiling boy? do not see him, where is he,
Oniska?n
SIT is we'll with him, dear Harryw She
had never called him by that name since
that fatal parting, til! now.
g Ii ,cas dream then-I am so glad, but
il seems so real! How have suffered in IL
But it is over now. | thought a beautiful
tempter came, and led me away from you
Then heard splashing of water, and
looked around for our boy, and could moi
find him. And you also were gone-but |
was under the spell Of the tempter, and
could not break it. Long, miserable years.
they were! Then she disappeared, and il
was blank--all blank-till now. Dear
OEiska, it must have been dream-I am
awake nop."
The soul of Oniska was filled with all its
early tenderness. She bent over and kissed
the cold forehead of the dying.
"You have not told me where is our boy
oniska," he continued. He should be here