Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1849-09-27

4 A3ANsNAn
body OF facts more Interesting than any tale
of fiction. Hewas reckless ielIow--bloOdy-
minded as the hoNnds of Hayti. He sOme>
times slew the innocent and helpless in cold
baood-the coward! But he had the an
stinclive tone and hearing of authority that
keeps his people within the metes and
bounds Of his own dsspotie will. He aAd
his party were one day resting themselves
~ spring, louDging here and there on the
green grass in the shade Of the trees. One
of his .subOrdinates, big, strong man, had
got mad with him. His rage had been boil,
ing 10 him IOi several days, and some fresh
attronts At Abe spfiag, caused his anger to
bccome &ngoxernahse-he drew his sword
and vas resting with has elbow on the
| ground and his hand nader his head. His
devoted followers were roand MIN, and he
heard NE click Of their locks as they cooked
their rises. Let him alone I" cried Fan.
non, il 1is quick. sharptoae-ss He lay sill.
calm and self possessed, with his keen, dark
eyes fixed on the raging lieutenant, 40 he
made a tremendous plunge at his breast
But when the stroke came, its object swerv :.
ed away like snake, and the baffled man
plunged his sword into the ground. Quick
as lightning Fannon's sharp blade passed
through his gigantic form" Thus aud thus
I punish those who disregard my author.
ity !" and his eyes glowed and sparkled like
a serpent's. The man sunk to the earth
forever. .
But lannon's mare is written at the top
Of this sheet; add she is The worthy hero
Of the present writing. Archilles had
his Xanthus and Balus and Podargse; Al.
exander had his Bucenhalus: Mcdonald
had his Selim. Faunon was a man of
blood, like them, and like them he had his
favorite and trusty charger: aRd Faanon's
mare was worthy of her owner, or even a
better man. He called her Red Doe, from
her resemblance in CO or 10 deer. She
was rare animal--aeet, powerful, intesli>
gent, docile as a laub-and her owner val.
Ned her, dare say, above king or country.
or the life OF his fellow man. She bore him
proudly and fearlessly ia the bloody Skin
mish, or the Guick resreat. When he stood
In the noisy council of his partizans, or in
the silent ambush, the faithful brute was by
his side, ever ready 10 bear him whi,herso,
ever he would. Blu, Fannon lost his mare
Down on the east of Little River, the par.
tizan and some four or five followers. one
day captured man by the name Of Hun.
ter-a wing from the county about Sails
bury, N. G.. This was sufficient cause at
death, and FannOn told the man he should
hang him. HuEter was evidently man of
the times but what could he do. alone and
defenceless., with dozen bitter enemies p
Il was case Of complete desperation. The
rope NA$ aeadT, aud sMong old snk threw
ont lite cOnyepient branches. Fannon told
| him he might pray. Tor HE time had come.
| The poor NAN kheeled down, and seemed
absorbed in his last petition 10 the throne
Of mercy. Fannon and his men stood by,
and the trassy ~mare, stood among them,
with the reins on her neck. They began
10 be impatient for their victim 10 close his
devotioaal exercises. But they soon dis
covered there was more Of earth than Heav-
en- In Hunser's thoughts for he suddenly
Sprang on lannon's mare, bowed his head
down on her powerful neck, pressed his heel.
into her tanks, aud darsed away like The
wind.
I THE tory rides were Ievelled in q mo.
ment-" shoot hgh: shoot high 4" cried
Fannoi, -" save my mRre!" The slug.
all whislled over Hunters back, save Oh,
that told with unerring aim, which tore ant
battered his shoulder dreadfafly. He reel
ed ON the saddle, and 4slt sick at heart
bat hope was before him, death behind, an,
he nsrvcd himself for the race. On he spe,
through woods, ravines aud bramble
did that powerful mare carry him safel,
and swiftly. His enemies were in hot pur
suit. They followed him by the trail O
. blood from his wounded shoulder. He,cam
TO Little river: there was no ford /: the banl
was high, and q deep place in the strean
before him. But the foe came, he drew tn
rein. and clapped bis heels to her sides, ant
that gallant nlaFe plunged FeclslessLy int,
The stream. She snoTted in the spray a.
she ross. paved the yielding wave, archet
her beautiful name above the surface, ant
skinned along like wild swan. Hunter
turned her down stream, IN the hope Of eva.
ding her pursuers, aud she reared and dashed
through the flashing waterS Of the &hoal
like lightning IN the storm. cloud.
Out Fanneh was On the trail, and rashed
down the bank with all the rough energy
that the loss Of his 1ayohite could inspire
Hunter turned the mare 10 Its opposite
bark sit was SteeP-several feet 81 pet
pendicular reek--but she planted herself OF
the shore at . bound, and then away she Aev
Ovss the inteTminable forest Ofpines ,ssr aigh
sd swift - IN aErcw-.hat admirable
AiRgel
| Wa End On Gid fhe generous tgnts heal
Der masters foeman. till the pursuess wesl
let hopslessly behind. Lat6 O. ,hss ere.
nieg HnnleF rode inio saiisbaFy, bad II,
slag exlfacssd afom his shoaldeE, and alte
l1ie8efIng s0lse tinzs With the eGsets 0f hi.
spmnd and esciiement, fsally gos well.--
A4d that gailant mare, that had done HIN
sebh good service, be kept aad .chsgishei
I'D shs did ofsold age. bv FL "A
i MEDIcAL Nervousness aaixnE SsxrsEnrs
CEMIuRH~.Mhan a. Hnla If Gniea ma,