Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1848-05-18

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Suddenly he raised himself quickly in his
slfruPs, and with a sharp, thrill shout,
'lhere plunged the spurs into his horse
looked ahead and could Just distinguish
objects cleaning swiftly past the trees far
before us. With shou, tina, made those
tangled arches SILVER again, we all followed
him. The wild whirl of maddening excite
men' was beyond any description, The
men taIrly shrieked with the exultation of
savage JOY. Our horses caught the spirit,
and seemed energized with supernatural
speed, as they fed by the trees so swiftly,
that the trunks seemed to run into each
other, and to form continuous wall. Now
and then, through wider opening before
US, we would get a full, bu, momentary view
OF the spotted horses of the foe s.reaking
across it. Then such burst of shouting
from our men!
In this way the chase had continued for
several miles, without lessening materially
the difference between us, and we were be-
ginning to fear that our horses would fail US
even, when the old man, pointing ahead,
laughed out with the exul,alion of fend {;
and as we swept past the object, saw j. was a
horse of one Of The warriors that had drop
ped dead from exhaustion. How the men
yelled at this sight.
Their horses were giving out, and we
were sure of them! Another! and yet an
other! laid by the trail | saw one of the
warriors, on foot, running off through the
woods But on ! on never mind him! the
main body is before!
Suddenly we burst upon the dazzling
light of the prairie. There they are. The
whole body of them, within quarter of
mile, strung winding along the deep grass
like great snake.
The clamor Of pursuing wolves never
sounded more terrible to herd of exhaust
ed deer than did our shout TO those fright
ened thieves.
See, how they look behind. They are
uncertain what to do.
Ha! they make to the timber again.
The rapid tramp of the avengers tread turns
too. They are panic-slricken. The old
man with the unearthly widness Of his
mlen, looks enough like phantom of wrath
TO strike an army with terror. They rush
to the edge of the timber, and throw them
selves in frantic hurry from their horses
hs5some head rormost.
thought, the black Aisunounted quicker than
platoon hurs leaden hail among 'unv.4! The
fore they reached the trees. Such staggering
and tumblng; but not sound from them
With dubbed guns we rushed after the old
man iq the timber; and now the struggle
is hand to hand, and foot to foot, with the
1.-the, desperate wre,ches.
They turn at bay moment behind the
covet Of the trunks but the fury Of our
charge overbears every thing. For mo-
menl the ruslling of struggling feet, the dull
ring of crushing blows, The low groan and
heavy fall, are the only sounds that break
The awful silence and then the peal of our
victorious shout proclaims that they are
flying.
The pursuit is continued for some dis
lance, but they are too swift for US and one
after another of the members of the scatter.
ed party, painting and exhausted, make their
appearance on the prairie. .r"
The children! the children Have they
been seen p shouted.
Here they are' replied a deep voice
from some distance in the woods
We all ran in; and never shall ! forget
the scene. At the foot of large tree the
old man was bending over his boy, who had
been pierced by the lance of Camanche
aud lay pleading for water, wrealhing like a
,rodden worm. Little Mary, with large, blue
fearless eyes, tina. looked as if they would
never wink again, stood by him holding his
hand. The shattered and bloody gun Of the
old man lay on the ground by him while
his nearest neighbour, a tall powerful man
stood off, in respect for The sacredness O
grief, gazing upon the group with dimmet
eyes!
There was a heavy pause. The ole
man looked up with bloodshot eyes, say.
ing.
water, men! Water! wa,er!'
We had all been SO much shocked by tn.
scene as to have lost our presence of mine
for the moment; bu, Instantly as he spoke
dozen men sprang off and ran to where
our horses had been left, for their water
gourds.
, The boy grasped one with famishee
f eagerness, it is impossible to convey, ane
drank copiously. In moment the colo
began to return to his blue lips, and light le
=, his glazing eyes, a.
This convinced me that his wound wa:
, not SO desperate as we had feared. No on'
; had examined it; for there was the lance
, leaning asains. the tree, with the red stair
upon its blade for several inches; and that
5 we thought, was conclusive enough. 81
, As | was STOPPING to ba,he his feverisf
TEMPLES. and examine the wound. little Mol,
turned her quiet eyes upon my lace, ant
= said, with solemn innocence that thrilled
: me s,angely, The bad lnjuns wouldn't xii
i, me!' as if she felt that grievous injustice