Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1851-06-12

land strangle them" Watching their opportu-
nifty, they sprang like tigers upon the leaders OF
the gang, and the blood spouted from their
mouths. Terrible indeed were those death CRAP
pies.
The savaqes were strong and sinewy--but
the English fought with the valor of men strug'
Cling for life.
"He will be killed % shrieked the wife OF
Stephens, as he fell PROSTATE overborne by the
Indian. The savage had planted his knee on
his breast, but the tomahawk was firmly clench-
cd in the hands of Stephens. The savage drew
his knife from his belt; he was about to make
the fatal thrust, when the wife of Stephens,
hardly conscious of what she was doing sprang
forward, seized the savage blythe arm, and, with
supernatural energy, hurled him from the body
of her husband. Instantly, Stephens was on
his his feet, and, in q moment, the tomahawk
was buried in the head of the savage.
No description can give an adequate idea of
the confusion and horror of the scene. All ties
of consanguinity were forgotten in this horrible
emergency-the instinct of self preservation
swallowed up all others. Blood flowed p%rofuse-
the groans of the %dying-the s~hrieks-the
- yeIls-the cIangur VI arms-wGre
4 by the Creator of men?
cir leader killed, the remaining saw
with less resolution. A few brave
led by Stephens, drove them out of
i, and from the outer door, and kept
Jay. Meanwhile most of the congre-
escaped and ran in all directions, to the
,nboring woods.
Whilst in close contact with one of the Indi-
ID, Stephens beheld, at a little distance to the
.4st, the bloody Manuta, dragging TO a neigh
boring thicket his wife and child. To dash the
Indian with whom he was engaged to the earth,
and to be by her side was the work of a mo-
ment. On his approach, the cowardly wretch,
Manuta, let fall his prey and fled. Stephens
bore his wife, who had s%wooned, to a neIghbor-
ing cabin, and soon restored her.
Meanwhile, Manuta had gone in quest of two
or three companions, to assist him in destroying
Stephens, for unmitigated revenge was ranking
at his heart.
Getting notice of his design, Stephens resolv-
ed upon flight. He re paired 10 the stable, and
selecting the Aeetest horse. placed on this wife
and child, and then mounting, was soon out of
sight.
But the watchful Manuta was not to be elu-
oed. He, also, had feet stecd, and followed
BY his two companions, set out in pursuit. The
savage soon came within sig hit of Stephens and
aware OF lhs, the latter urged his flight. But
Mannta gained rapidly upon him and as he
was borne along, his long, black hair floating
in the wind, his scared features chiselled into
a fendish grin, his g~litterng knife uplited,
q~uivering in the air, he seemed the ruthless de-
mon of the woods.
"NilI, kill" shouted the merciless Manuta
and under a precipitous cliff, lying on the south
ern borders of Lenox, two savages suddenly APP
peared, one of whom fred upon Stephens as he
passed. The ball pierced his heart and the
brave and noble hearted man fell dead, without
a groan. to the
The discharge of the rifle, and the wild, heart
breaking shrek of the unfortunate wife, start
led the frightened horse, and he plunged forward
with the rapidly of lightning. The anima
was stopped, and its rider secured by a friend
Of Stephens, who was passing by. On a green
hilock, about a month after, the bones of the
wife of Stephens and her infant, were laid by the
side of her husband.
Such is a specimen of the scenes enacted IN
the county of Berkshire, not a century ago.
Sympathy has bewailed the fate of the Red
Men but, in the allotments of a just Provl-
dence, it is we'll that they have long since gone
towards the setting sun, and that these hills and
vallies have become the dwelling places Of in
telligence, industry and art and that the de-
basing rites of superstition have been succeed
ed by the pure and undefled religion Of the Son
of the Most High.