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

a shooting match, and afterwards knocked
down for saying he intended to court Su-
san. He has been gone upwards of two
years.
Sand is the worst Shawnee in the towns
and has got your Susan without courting
The moment | saw the stable this morning,
| set down in my mind that the towards
who left their companions were not Ingens
Look at your fire." And fire was now
distinctly seen amongst the trees, on the
opposite shore.
| "Blood-painted monster" muttered Lew.
is, "you left a home flowing with blood this
morning, and tomorrow morning your
blood shall flow. My friend, Conrad, we II
cross the river, and do you take care OIL
your rifle, and your girl, your sister, or
what you choose to call her, and I'll lead
these new-made Ingens dance-never
mind ifI don't" oa
Though Conrad felt very much dispos-
ed to lead them dance himself, his in.
creasing confidence in his commander
kept him silent and submissive. The riv-
er was passed, and as Lewis intended,
they made land far enough below the say.
age camp to secure themselve from discov-
cry. Short as was the distance, however,
it was far in the night before the dying en-
bers ofthae fire, and the sleeping bodies Of
the enemy, were seen by the two cautious
hunters. who, in their approach, kept a
death like silence. There was, indeed,
but one sound of human voice that broke
upon the dreary scene. That sound was
the neart-broken and despairing aspira-
tons of the captive girl. Though bred
in forest, yet Susan Grey was tendely
reared. The first rude death of her parents,
was one ofutter destruction. The gray
dawn Of morn was the messenger of hor-
ror. The faint light broke over the East
ern hills of Oho-broke over those native
hills she dared not hope ever again to be-
hold.
The greatest danger and no danger pro-
duces the same effects, says Zimmerman,
quoting Count Lppe. Many are the in
stances | have known, where that truth was
shown by Indian captives, and more than
one when it proved their last defence.
With the dawn the savages arose; one
sat gloomy, and with visage more than
Indian ferocity, opposite to where the slight
ly bound captive was lying. Her eye
caught the glance of the william, and the
effect was an exclamation ofindignant con-
tempt, rather than that of what might in
common cases be expected.
"You are Edward Trash-where are
my father and mother?" .....,r
Though stepped in blood, Trash covered
under the glance of an angel and the voice
of God, for what was she at this moment
but the messenger of him whose eye pier
ees the thickest darkness. .... .a
"Yes" she reiterated. But her voice
was lost in sounds equally the voice of
| Heaven. Trash like all towards who
shrink from the moral power soon gain
confidence when assured of the personal
weakness oftheir opponents, sprang to his
feet and with an expression of rage and
hatred which only a renegade ever can
assume. What would have been his next
act we can now never know. The whole
scene was rapid as the flash and report of
an impending thunder cloud, and followed
by the report of a rifle, and the dreadful
name of Lewis Wetzel resounding along
the Ohio. ,-..-. Ina
Trash fell under the ball of Conrad, who.
with burning impatience, awaited the sig
nal offire. Itmay seem strange that Lew
is did not also fire, but he was to good
warrior to give his enemies an advantage.
His name, terrible to the real Indians, was
tenfold more SO to the Girtys and other
whites, who, though never equal to the In
dians in their mode ofwar, proved that the
Shawnees could be far outdone in brutal
cruelty. Urged as they were to flight by
the avenger, the two unwounded captors
of Susan gave to their pursuers an advan.
tage, which, on another occasion as well
as on the present, was most effectively
used by Lewis Wetzel. The two fugitives
separated, or more distinctly, one outran
the other, and left each to contend single
handed with man, that, perhaps, if in the
woods ofOhio, and armed only with rifles,
there was not then, on the face of the earth,
another who could have contended with
the least probability of success. The wa
ry Lewis, in the outset, did not exert his
utmost powers of speed, but awaited the
very effect have noticed; but that effect
once produced, every muscle was strained,
and every moment the hindmost savage,
heard, or thought he heard, nearer and
nearer, the rapid tread Of his pursuer. .
Amongst the unequalled combination Of
qualities as a warrior, possessed by Lewis
Wetzel, one of the most remarkable was
the skill with which he drew his enemy's
fire--an advantage che scarce ever failed
| to obtain, and almost certain death was
the consequence to his opponent, for an
empty rifle in his hand was most danger
GUS to those thrown off their guard, and
his ability Of reloading, in full retreat OF
advance, enabled him to throw away his
own fire, "a stratagem he put in practice in
the present pursuit. Before he could Sc
Icure an unerring aim he halted, and dis.