The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1850-05-22
Written foE tho Saturday Evening Post.
at KINDNESS FOR KINDNESS. q
Or the Adventures Of Grandfather in Ten.
nessst, Fifty Years ago.
BY TALBOT GREEN.

~ AALboi ShfkNs
Il was but twenty years Of age" be.
gan the veteran. " when the events am
now about 10 relate occurred. Ii was a,
period pregnant with danger. The ia
iher. before retiring al night. boiled and
barred his doors. examined his cullass and
matchbox, moi ksowing what moment he
would be called 10 use them. The moth
er hung upon The lips Other children. not
knowing but that il was for the last lime.
For every day Our ears were greeted with
the sad tale Of The death Of father. moth
er. or sister, BY the ruthless hand of the
savage. The Indians al The time OF which
! speak, were overunning the country.
burning and devastating houses and pro-
lerty. and numbering or making captive
the Inhabitants.
I" II was towards The close Of acold, raw
day III December" continued The grand
father. "lhat mounted my horse at the
only inn in the small village Of Jonesbo-
rough, but al that time The principal Town
in The state; and csn,ered of al brisk
pace. for had near twenty miles TO go
over mountains. through tall forests and
rugged wilds, ere reached the precincts
OF my fathers peaceful homestead. had
no, reached more than half way, when
night drew on, and with il snow and sleet.
I he night became exceedingly dark. the
heavy clouds rolled over in huge masses,
the wind came and went in filful blasts.
causing the trees TO howl and roar as ifI
the very spirits ofdarkness were lei loose. |
But nevertheless | gave my horse the |
rem and pressed forward. for j had many |
miles sci to 60 ere | reached my own
comfortable fireside. aN
"Ihus had proceeded for near an |
hour. when the stnrm began 10 suhsi,le.
the winds ceased their raging and the
moon, a joyful sight 10 me indeed. peered
forth from behind The dark clouds, and
with her gentle smiles lit up my way
through the wilderness. | began congra.
,ulaling myself. and rubbing my frozen
hands with glee. thinking that ! would
soon be seated with my parents. brothers
and sisters, around the warm, cheerful
ireside. My horse also gathering new
life, pushed forward, but we had scarce
gone mile when was startled by low
winning moan. As ! drew in to listen,
an indescribable feeling Of fear crept over
me; for not human being lived within
five miles oil fhe place.
II listened. Bul not Sound was TO
be heard, save the low wall Of the wind,
The tapping Of The trees together. and
the h6wling Of the ferocious wolves.
Thinking il was bu, The creaking Of some
tree, or the creation of the imaginalioni
again was about to press forward. when
The sonnd Of human voice could be dis
tinc,ly heard. Iquickly turned my horses
head aud followed the sound, for il qniv-
cred on the air many seconds ere il died
away. In moment reached the spot
whence The noise issued-and perceived
by the foot Of an over hanging rock pof-
lion Of a garment futtering in The wind.
Immediately | ,lismounted and approach
ed il, and beheld. 10 my great aslonish-
ment, beautiful Iillle Indian gill. crouch
ed down between Two stones, apparently
freezing 10 death. What an affecting
sight 10 see such a frail flower in dark
and desolaie forest where the brayest
would not have dared to larry; for the wild
beasts we've then the undispuied masters
or the Willis. Shs was beautiful girl