Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-05-12
Written for tho Register.
THE TEXIAN BROTHERS.


The boisterous wind rolled over the vast
plains of Te1as-thc giant trees swayed
to and fro in the angry gale, while the fierce
howl of the wolf, the shrill scream of the
panther, or the melancholy hoot of The
owl filled up the pauseE of the blast which
WAS sweeping over wooded dell, and wide
spread prairie, in fearful gusts of terrific
grandeur.
1t was the eve that followed the sangu-
mary battle of San Jacinto, and it appear
ed as if nature had condemned the bloody
strife, and thundered forth her anathemas
in the trumpct-tones of the tempest
Dreadful had been the havoc in the ranks
of the heroic little band who had rallied
around the lone star, yet, with God and
justice on their side, they were now col
lscting those portions of their little band,
which the fierceness of the conflict had
dispersed, resolving to dispute the ground,
inch by inch with the proud invader, and
only yield up their homes with their lives.
On a small hillock, surrounded by large
trees, and skirting a wide stretch OfPrHirie,
a bonfire sent up small uncertain flame,
now throwing out a shower of golden
sparks, and anon streaming out in strange
fantastic shape, as the rough wind swept
over it.
Standing close by the uncertain light,
his back resting against an enormous cot
ton tree, and his right hand firmly grasp
ing the bright barrel of rifle that stood
by his side, stood young and athletic
man, while seated on a rock close by, sat
another, who was indeed his counterpart
They were dressed in the garb of ran
gers, but their garments were soiled, torn
and bloody. They were tall, powerfully
built men; and the rowing, restless glance
of their keen grey eyes, bespoke that da-
ring spirit, that recognizes its home in the
lap of danger, and all the wild, stirring
scenes, that characterize a frontier life.
And such indeed was the character of
the twin brothers, Alfred and Albert Mon
tague. Born on the Texan frontier, init
red from infancy to the bold pursuit of
watching, detecting and furnishing the sly
Indians in their search for plunder and
blood. their minds had become imbued
with that spirit of bold adventure, and
reckless daring, chat caused them to be
looked up to, as protectors, in every hour
of danger.
On one of their hunting excursions,
some years previous, they had met with a
Delaware Indian, who had been badly
wounded by bear, and had laid him
down to die. The brothers bound up his
wounds, placed him upon one of their hor-
ses, and conveyed him to their home,
where through the kind attention of their
sister, and the medical skill of their mo-
thsr, he was soon restored to health.
The gratitude of the Grey Wolf for
that was his nancy to his benefactors,
knew no bounds. He would follow the
brothers wherever they might go. and
with his dark eyes fixed upon theirs, he
seemed to anticipate their every wish.
Nor was this affeetionate concern lost
upon the brothers, for they soon became
SO much attached to him that they were
proverbially called the three Montagues.
The brothers had borne conspicuous
part in battle that day, and ten scalps had
attested that Grey Wolf had not been idle,
but the brave fellow had disappeared, and
the brothers lamented him as dead Sor-
rowfully they sat in moody silence. listen
ing to the wild whistle of the wind, when
brush was heard to break close by them
They both sprang to their feet, and level
ed their guns, but the next moment
light footstep sounded upon the ear and
Grey Wolf stood before them. His dress
was torn and bloody-his countenance
pale and haggard; and his whole attitude
BETRAYED the strongest expressions of grief
as with folding arms, he bent piercing
gaze upon the brothers.
They knew so much of the nature o.
their red friend, of his habitual silence Nm.
less when spoken to, that they addressed
him at once, in his own way and manner
Has GREY Wolf been on the track o
his enemies? Does he bring any news