Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1847-02-17

this by report, and deemipg it true, and some
fiendish design of Walfo-d toward her, she en-.
deavored to remain as retired as possible, anC
she was but a short distance from her home or
the evening that the refugee had so fudely
assailed and threatened her with some early
evil.
There was no moon in the starlit space a
bove and Wyoming lay below buried in dark
ness.
But the yell of hundred braves and torie:
came swelling along through the fores
glades, and the ftful CLEANS from score:
Of torches flung their broad scarlet beams across
the green sword.
Higher and wilder rose again the bowls, AM
a thousand red flashes from the keen lights nov
came bursting over the quiet lawn, sending thel
pillars of black smoke high amid the twilight
foliage, and darting him freaks of blood hued
flame athwart the rich dark grass-while boun-
ding out on the smooth area amid the might,
oaks, with brandishing tomahawk, rife ant
knife glistening in the air, came the athletic
forms of the shouting Indians with Waupee al
their head, and commingled with a thick troop
of the renegadcd.
Their arms waved now in defiance at the val
ley, then yelling out their shrill war whooE
ding back to his heart, they leaped of toward;
Wyoming.
For while the gloom of death seemed brood
ing over the landscape, then out burst once
more the thunder-likc shout: then every hun
ter springin from his bed to clutch his knife
as if his foe was at his sde,-a hundred flames
went gltterng up from the log walls, and an
agonising scream pealed trembling away to the
throne Col.
The struggle was quick and terrific.
The borderers reached the. loophoes of their
cabins TO see an ocean Of fire whirling and
roaring about then-the door fell beneath
the Indians axe, ard they jumped TO the
stairway to receive the hot lead in their brain
The outlaws recoiled awhile from step to
step, under CALLING discharge from the rifles
of the backwoodsmen, who fought 10 the last
for their ground: then mad AMI terrible as blood
hounds they made at the Threats Of the settlers
and rolling, tied together in each others arms,
they tore OIL their limbs with steel thrusting
against steel.
The resistance of the whites, however, was
soon over--they engaged with the bastard as
sassins like Ions, but their iron spirits gave be-
fore the number of the renegades. A few OBJ
tanned safety in fight, but the better part were
massacred in cold blood.
Old Frazier, beside timld child, stood against
the wanscot Of his log hut, his blackcned gun
in his bony hand, and his grey locks glazed
with chill sweat to his brow, as he heard the
shrieks of his murdered friends. Suddenly he
staggered up to the door, put the broad beam
across the oaken panel, and with the muzzle of
his rifle at the lattice, he remained there await
ing the assault. But be was unmoested, for
Waupee kept his promise TO Walfopd, and the
but the ruduy flames of the fired cabins threw
a deeper glow to the sky, and the hot sparks
came with sharp snap to his very face. The
FIRE was now spreading along to his roof and
girding his walls with seething furnace
Thinking himself secure from the savages,-for
their cry was retreating in the dstance---he
drew back the bolts of the door, and lifting the
bar from its support, he was about to escape
from the horrid scene. He opened the portal.
his steps was on the threshold, his left hand
drewJessie after him, while his right was on the
lock of his weapon,When there came blow on
his burly bosom, and he reeled back to the CEN
tire of the foor,as in jumped the hatredMatthew
WaIford.
''Eia ! thou'rt mine now, fair Jessie Told
not of this? Resist me not now p
Ere the last of his sentence came from bis
lips there was noise OF swift footstep with
out, and as he grasped at the waist of Jessie.
bold form in blue attire was at his side, and
.iashing the haft Of his sabre in the face of the
tory, he babe him draw and stand on his de-
fence. A long knife shone from his belt then
both compatants closed, and fell on the floor
There was one tremendous tug, than the steel
struck thrice in the heart OF her intended raw
Usher with such a hard stroke that the blade
went through to the ground.
The victor stood up again, and receiving in
his embrace the faintiug girl, told how his term
of service in the army had expired few DAYS
before. Just in time for him to speed to Jessie's
rescue.
They both knelt and as the backwooasman
placed his palm on their clear young brows,
there rung from without, mingle1 groal and
shrek, sounding loud, as their bridal song, and
chanting the requiem of the dying hearts Of
WYOMING.
THE LAST WoRDs OF GEN. HAMER on SLA-
Columbus correspondent thus
writes
81 cannot resist the temptation to notice here
a fact, mentioned by Mr.. Spaulding in his eu-
logy of General Hamcr, in respect to the latter