The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1847-11-06

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ling courage made disposition for the
worst. Taking his station at the door,
with the daughter and mother by his
side, Mr.. Hart prepared, at the last ex-
tremity, to force his way through the
the assailants, or perish in the attempt.
The flames of the lighted combusti-
bles shot upward and kindled with the
roof Of the building. "Now," whisper.
ed Mr.. Hart 10 Sarah. Without noise
the obstruction by tho door was re-
moved, and Mr.. Hart sprang out among
the assailants.
sl.et the old man pass!" shouted a
familiar voice; "but secure the grill
Restrain your fire!"
The command came too late--a ball,
aimed at Mr.. Hart, struck the mother,
and she lay weltering in blood upon her
own threshold. Sarah attempted to
follow her father, but was seized by two
stout savages, who Immediately hurried
her towards the forest.
"Snyder! what, you? Villain wretch!
release that girl!' exclaimed Mr.. Hart,
as he turned, and with the butt Of his
discharged rife, dealt the blows thick
among his foes.
"Ah! wish you much joy at our
meeting, my good friend to the king,"
replied Snyder-for he it was. "Be
little more sparing of your blows, or
you may find yourself less able to give
them. Seize and bind that fellow!"
cried he, as Mr.. Hart dealt on the more
freely. p8 9.as y, t.a. ..
The order was executed. a raifI
sand now, my excellent friend"
continued Snyder, with bitter sneer,
81 leave you to carry my compliments
to the very worthy lanes Harper, -if
you should be SO happy as to meet him.
Please tell him TO make himself quite
easy on the score Of your daughter, fol
| shall take her under my especial care,
and | have hopes Of some what improv-
ing her amiable propensity to carry
news" Yln cHtasas
The next moment Mr.. Hart was
alone. I
Ia this situation Harper and his little
band found him. The spectacle which
met their eyes was horrible in the ex-
treme, bpt no more so than many be.
fore witnessed that night.
There are feelings which lie too deep
for language; there are times when we
feel how utterly impotent are words to
express the emotions Of the soul; and
as the deliverer and delivered met, they
looked rather than told their thoughts.
"This is no time to speak ofthe past,
Mr.. Hart,' said Harper, as he cut the
cords around his limbs; "we have yet
fearful duties to perform"
"My noble friend" but utterance
was choked.
Harper made immediate preparations
for following the retreating foe. From
Mr.. Hart he learned that the party did
not consist Of more than eight, and had
taken southerly direction as they left.
But although the force that attacked
Mr.. Hart's house was so small, he telt
certain larger party had been in the
settlement; for at several points the as
sault seemed to have been simultane.
ous. Calling for volunteers, he found
every man willing to join the expedi-
lion; but picking ten Of the most active,
The others, with Won Schamel, returned
10 attend to the duties that demanded
hem at home. el4,,.ass,.y.
There were yet full three hours to
when the little party was rea-
iy TO move off, and they had strong
ropes Of overtaking the foe before the
breaking of daylight. Calling Jack,
who had heen his constant connanion |