The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1847-02-20

rowed-slowlv, steadily closing in
about him. Soon there would be no
one left but him! How could he call
an hour his own? When could he feel
safe? That relentless subtlety had
baflled them all! One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, strong men had all
gone down before that fearful rifle
every one of them shot through the eye!
God of Heaven!-and the sharp agony
would spangle keen points of burning
light through his brain, as if the ball
were already bursting through socket
81 too must be shot through the eyer'
Horror! 1t was worse than ten thous-
and deaths, and he died them in linger-
ing tortures told over day by day.
From the time Of Rees's death he
ooked a changed and stricken man.
In a few weeks he had lost great deal
of flesh, and became piteously haggard;
his eyes and gait and voice were all
humble. His turbulent and fierce ami
mality faded before the narrowing sus-
pense OF this fear. The bully and mur-
derous ruflian trembled at the rus,ling
ola leaf. His own imagination became
his hell--and hungry remorse grew
stronger and stronger with feasting at
his heart! He never left his house tor
weeks, until the escape of William and
Davis inspired him with some hope.
He procured a fine horse, and set off
one dark night for the Red River! Ev-
erybody regre tied his escape--for men
had looked in quiet expectation upon
the progress of this affair, and IN strong
faith that the sense OF wild border JUS
tice would be gratifed in seeing this
stern, righteous and unparalleled venge-
ance consummated by the fall Of Hinch;
tie monster instigator and chief actor
IN all the grievous outrages which had
reused the simple-hear,ed Long into a
demon-ezecutioner of doom.
Hinch reached the bank Of the Red
River-sprang from his foaming and
exhausted horse, a after looking cautious
| Iy around-and threw himself upon the
grass TO wait for steamboa In two
hours he heard one putting down the
stream, and saw the white wreaths of
steam curling up behing the trees
How his heart bounded! Freedom.
hope, and Iile!--once more sprang
through his shriveIed veins and to his
lips. He signalled the vessel she roun-
ded to and lowered her yawI. His
pulse bounded high, and he gazed with
absorbing eagyerness at the crew as
they pulled lus TIL y towards the shore
A click behind him! He turned, with
shudder, and THERE HE WAS! That
long rifle was bearing straight upon him
those cold ey es dwelt steadily upon
hlm for Il nome nt-and crash! all was
for ever backnt ass TO Hinch the Regu-
a,or! The men who witnessed this
singular scene. landed, and found him
shot MroagA the eye: ald saw the mur-
derer gaIIopIng swiftly away over the
plain stretching out from the top of the
bank! And SO the vengeance was con-
slimated and the stern hunter had wip-
ed out with much blood the STAN of
stripes on his free limbs; and could
now do, what | was told he had never
done since the night of those fatal and
fatally expIated stri pes. look his wife
again in the eyes, and receive her form
to rest again upon his breast.
1t was an awful deed. In view of all |
its circumstances, the provocatIon, the
character of Long, the deranging in
huence Of The outrage upon his brain,
though no other indication appeared of
impaired sanitv--the mind is lost in
uncertainty as to the judgment which
should be passed upon it. lie did not
remain in Shelby county; but in what
direction he had intended to 60 after
reforming TO Arkansas for his wife and
children, could never hear. He is
probably living now his old quiet and
good-natured life in the heart Of the
green wilderness; and it is as likely as
not that one OF those two chubby boys
who rolled with him about the floor of
his Iog-cabin on that memorable night of
which | have above simply related the
events and the consequences, will some
OF these days come to Washington from
congressional districts beyond the
Rocky Mountains.
Remains of Gen. Hamer.