The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1849-10-20

of man advancing on wounded bear,
than on he knew not how many armed
men. It was at the moment when blow
from tomahawk sunk the brave old May
er, that the voice of Lewis Wetzel was no
longer heard in whispers, but echoed
through the surrouding forest. "Conrad,
your family is murdered. Revenge! re.
venge!" and he. shouted his own name
with force almost superhuman. If an
earthquake had burst beneath their feet,
the effect would not have been more ter.
rife on the minds of the Ingens, as he
called them. They who yet survived rush.
ed from the cabin, at the Threshold Of
which two fell to their sleep of death, and
the astonished Lewis saw only one flying
savage. "You shall follow" as he gritted
his teeth in rage, and darted after his, to
him, certain prey. For once, even the
consummate skill of Wetzel was within a
hairs breadth of failing. The Indians
piece had not been discharged, and know.
ing that both white men had discharged
their rifles, and finding himself pursued
by only single man, who was every step
gaining upon him, the savage sprung to a
frea Lewis saw his error, and as the
piece was raised he fell PROSTATE, and the
same instant the bali passed through his
hunting shirt, just above his shoulder. lie
Indian was now in his power, but without
disctarging his piece he grasped it in his
left hand, and in few hundred yards the
Indian was corpse under his hatchet.
The sun had not yet risen when Lewis
return ed, with wary steps, towards the cab
in TO the name of "Conrad," called in
voice louder and louder, no answer was
given, and he finally reached the dreadful
spot, stained with the blood of six human
beings. with his back to the re-place
stood Conrad, his eyes fixed with horror
on the still breathing and weltering forms
of his parents. TO the friendly and now
touching voice Of Lewis no answer was
was given, and even Lewis himself, accus.
toned as he was to the dread horrors o
savage warfare could not help excaiming
sis all this reslP'
"Yes, real,'' replied Conrad, with a
bursting sigh, sand my fault" A vast
passionate flood of tears followed, but the
flood was salutal'y. Conrad was restored
to himself, if man inhamed to almost the
madness of rage could be said to be re-
stored. "To the,S woods fly with you,
Lewis; the India rs' blood shall pay for
this-but OIL Lewi.s-can | ask'-
''Fort the body OF your sister," interrupt
ed Lewis; "She is not dead, but prison.
er, in my opinion. Your horses are gone,
for in returning to the house had the eau
ton to examine the ST able, where the tracks
of men and horses are plenty. 1t is all
stange-very strange. There were more
men on this numbering party than we have
found 1t is strange-tvery strange"
"They may be lurking near,'' replied
Conrad. :
"They are making their way to the
Ohio, bitterly interrupted Lewis. 'If
did not know these wolves | would not
stand here"
Here Kingsly paused, as his young au-
ditory awaited the finishing of his story.
81 am talking about events in differ.
ent age from the prese,at," at length he re-
sumed.
Before the parley | have related, short
as it was, was closed, Conrad Mayer had
no living parent.
81 am alone! ann alone! Susan, my
Susan, follw thee"
Sand | am with thee to the Shawnee
towns,' replied Wetzel, who commenced
to place the dead bod les ofMayer and his
wife side by side, GOV ering them with the
bed clothes, and after swallowing few
morsels, the two perse vering warriors were
again on their way in pursuit.
Lewis traced the horse track, which for
several miles, were found along the path
towards were Wayne'sburg now stands,
and then bent to the so .ith.westward, over
the southern heads of Wheeling, into the
valley Of Fish Creek. The tracks proved
that the riders were in great haste, and the
small puddles left, VIII ere water courses
were passed enabled w etzel to determine,
as he vehemently expire ssed himself, that
''these painted scound rels are gaining
from us.".R
In our days, when our fine young men
mustride on good roads, and would shrink
at walk from Wheeling to Washington
in Pennsylvania, you may well feel aston
ished when tell you that with all the ia
tigue of the day and night before, Conrad
Mayer and Lewis Wettzel were again
on the Ohio before night closed on their
path; but they arrived only in time to find
that the objects of their pursuit had crossed
that great stream.
Arrived on the bank, lewis, turning to
his companion, Observed ,g
ai.'Conrad, we must sleep, if we do sleep,
on yonder bank, A' Il III.
"'ll be on yonder banls this night, if
SWIM" replied Conrad. n
sand swim you must, but we must take
care Of our arms. Conrad, had you or
any your family ever a worthless, COW
ardly enemy who fled from you to the In
diansl's snaisaiQ c agSitiai g ,ts5a .st3