The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1848-10-28

the man on the crop-eared pony. Says the
stranger, "whose COW is that?"
1.-The widow Cumpton scow, who lives over
in that cabin yonder; l took her out of that
rail pen at the end of the cabin"
"What are you taking her for?"
cold Cumpton died about six weeks ago,
and have an execution for 81 36l cents and
costs against his widow, and have levied on
this cow
"Ahr' says the stranger, Corwin, with an
exceedingly ludicrous expires sion of face, rep
represented how the stranger looked. "Oh!
if | had known that, your COW might have gone
to the devil. Pray, who your in very
gruff, cross Tone
Lewis Cass, Marshal of the Federal Dis
trict of Ohio" VERY complaisantly.
The stranger turned away and rode off,
| Corwin depicted with his very ex pressive
countenance the utter contempt the stranger
lit for Cass.
If he had then ridden westward as far as the
Wabash and arrived in the neighborhood OF
Fort Harrison at about this hour of the even
ing he would have heard the crack of the Indi-
an rifle. Proceeding onward, he would have
seen encamped around this little Fort fit cen
hundred lndens, firing necessarily upon the
persons within the stockades on fire; thirty
men lying within the blockhouse painting with
the fever sixty or seventy women and chill
dren senling up the wailngs of despair. A
rough looking person, thinned with disea Sc,
was shouting STEADY, men, steady" and ms
voice was heard loud above the roar of bat t lie,
giving directions coolly as OIL parade, for the
e1tinguishment of the flames. Ever aud an on
his rifle would be brought to his face, and some
dusky form would be seen leapiug into the
air and falling dead or MORALLY wounded. His
small band of seventeen men CALAMITY stood
by their leader, aiding to put out the fire, and
returning with deadly effect the discharges OF
| the enemy.
In the widest moment of the conflict, a
woman, with disheveled hair and frantic man
ner, bearing in her arms babe frightened into
silence, is seen by the light of the lire, rushing
towards where this rough looking person j,
standing: "Oh, Captain Taylor for Gods sake
surrender the Fort; you cannot expect to hold
out against the savages until reinforcement
arrive, and If not exasperated they will per
haps spare the life of my babe. Oh, surrender
and spare its sweet young life. care not for
my own, if its life be saved!' $50 back, Mad
am" replies the captain, with firmness min
gled with respect, Il have a commission in
my pocket, and have sworn never 10 fail in my
duty, or desert my post, and l will redeem IN.
, pledge. Other lives are at stake besides ours
While hold this key TO the frontiers of ln,ii
ana and Ohio, as long as drop of blood warns
in my veins, the peasant shall sleep in safety
, Steady, men! steady" And for eight long day
and eight long nights, that gallant young maj
with his weary band fought the foe and The fire
until the succor came anu beat back the saw
age into his native wilds. Then the wife wa:
> restored To her husband and the la borer sep
/ in safety.
This wasall matter of taste upon the part
of the young Captain, just as chasing the OF
the crop-eared sorrel the COW of the widow
! Cumpton was a matter of taste on the part o
: the young constable. There is no accounting
for tastes.