The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1851-09-25
JANET NEcREA.

We seated ourselves in the shade of n large
pine-tree, and drank Of a spring that gurgled
Deheat3 1t. The Indians gave groan and
| turned their faces f-em the water. Shey would
| not drink of the spring nor eat in the shade of
I e4e ttee, but rstirsd to a ledge of rocks at no
great distance ] yeatured Il ss5pro..Sl Iilem
ana inquire the cause Of their strange conduct
/ One Of the Indians said IN deep and solemn
tome That place is bad for the red-man: the
oiood OF an innocent woman, not of our enc
mes, rests upon that spot-she was there mur-
dered. The red-mans word had been pledged
Tor her safety; but the evil spirit made him
forget IT. She lies buried there. No one avenged
her murder, and the Great Spirit was angry
mat water viii make US more thirsty, and that
shade viii scorch US. The stain of blood is on
our hands, and we know not how to wipe it out
1t stlii rests upon US, do what we will" | could
get no more from them; they were silent, even
! Tor Indians. 1t vas the death of Miss McRea
they alluded 10. She was betrothed to a young
American by the name Of Jones, who had taken
sides with the British, and become a captain in
their service. The lovers, however had man
aged TO keep up correspondence, and he was
informed, after battle in which he distinguished
himself for his bravery, that his inamorata was
concealed IN a house a few miles from Sandy
Hill As 1t was dangerous for him to go to
her, he engaged party of confidential Indians
to take his horse to her residence, and bring
her TO his tent in safety. He urged her, in his
letter, not 10 hesitate a moment in putting her
self under their protection: and the voice OF
lover Is law to confding woman. They pro-
ceeded on their journey, and stopped to rest
under a large pine-tree near u spring-the one
at which we drank Here they were met by
another party of Indians also sent by the i'm
patient lover, when quarrel arose about her
which terminated IN her assassination. One of
the Indians pulled the poor girl from her horse
and another struck his tomahawS into her fore
head-tore off her scalp, and gashed her breast
Tfav- hon, 81 D,rl,-
left her under the huge pine-tree, One Of the
Indians made her lover acquainted with the
facts, and another brosght him her scalp. He
knew the long, brown tresses of Miss McRea,
and, in defiance of all danger few to the spet
to realize the hOrrid scene. He tore away the
thinly-spread leaves, clasped the still bleeding
body IN his arms, and wrapping it in his cloak,
was about bearing it away, when he was pre-
vented by his superior officers, who ordered the
poor girl 10 be buried on the spot where she had
been inundated. After this event curse seemed
to rest upon the red-men. In every battle their
forces were sadly cut UP, the Americans attack
ing them most furlOusly whenever they could get
an opportunity. The prophets of the Indians
had strange auguries; they saw constantly in
the clouds the form of the murdered wkite We
man, invoking the blasts to overwhem them
and directing all the power and fury of the
Americans to eXterminate every Ved-man of the
forest, who had committed the hateful deed of
breaking his faith and staining the tomahawk
with the blood Of woman, whose spirit still
called for revenge. 1t was agreed among the
Indians in body to move silently away, znd by
mornings light not a red-man was to be found
near the British troops. Captain Jones, too,
was no more In the battle he led on his men
with that fearlessness and fury that distressed
minds often do; but his men grew tired of fol-
lowing him in such perilous attacks, and began
TO fly. As he returned TO rally them he received
q ball in his back. Burning with shame, love and
frenzy he turned and threw himself Oh the bay
onets of the enemy, and at once closed his ago
MES and expiated his political offe4oe. He was
laid by the side of her he had ardently loved
and lamented.-EJeRts Of the Revo!utioa.