Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-11-03
CLARKsBURG WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER

f his assault. and forever prevent his return
to the people of his tribe.
5 But the designs of a bold and reeolute
, man are not easily fathomed or thwarted.
| and the rude walls of the frontier fortress
were unable to shut out SO brave and ac-
tive warrior as q Mohawk chief. He
was trained to stratagem and sworn to
vengeance and now that his wild blood
boiled with fury, no ramparts of mere
wood and stone could effectuslly inter.
pose between the avenger and the des-
troyers of his sire
During the silence and gloom of night,
he succeeded in scaling the palings of the
walls, and secretly and successfully made
his way into the very heart of the fortress.
He was surrounded with numbers of arm
ed men slumbering upon their weapons ;
and many pacing sentinel was station
ed upon the breastworks. to guard against
an open or secret foe /; yet the soft step
and the gliding figure of the Mohawk
passed along in the darkness unhearG and
undetected. After moving about swiftly
among the sleepers for some time, he at
length came upon the PROSTATE group of
Oneidas. Trusting to the vigilance of the
garrison, the sayages were all buried in
Slumber. and were outspread along the
grassy floor, enwrapped in their blankets.
The willy Mohawk went in like ser
pent among them, and having recognized
their sleeping chief by the eagle plume
upon his head, he drew his scalping knife,
and with one mortal blow drove the wes
pom to the very heart of the dreamer. He
then in an instant severed the bleeding
scalp from the head, and sprang away 10
make good his escape, but was followed
as instantly by dozen dark forms, which
bounded after him4ike so many leaping
panthers. Still the daring young brave
would have successfully effected his es-
cape, but for an unfortunate accident
With one quick bound he overleaped the
barriers of the fort, but in alighting heavi
! ly upon the sod he severely sprained his
ankle, which so disable him that he fell
an easy prey into the hands of his pursu
ers. He was instantly firmly bound with
cords, and dragged back, amidst savage
| ieers and menaces, into the fortress.
On the following day the luckless cap
tive was led away by his enemies to their
neighboring village, which was situated
at Messessaga Point. near the fortress.
The warriors sadly bore, on litter of
branches, the body of their slain chief
tain, leading beside it their pinioned cap
| tive. AS they approached TO the little
rude hamlet where they dwelt. a motley
crowd of old men, women and children,
when they behcld the ghastly body
OF their late chief, and the dropping looks
of the warriors, their joyful cries were
! 1 IL =. l.
they tore their hair, and expressed the
most violent emotions of grief. They
wept over the bleeding corpse of the vic
tim, while they derided and buffeted
the helpless prisoner. But the stout
hearted Wauchee moved onward with
firm and erect gait. disturbed neither by
the blows nor the rnenaces that were di-
rected against him. He only exclaimed,
&c You have slain my chief and father, and
10 l have also struck down the head OF
your nation. 1t is well. Slay mo-tOr-
ture me, if you will. 1 can bear unmo-
we'd any torments you may inf1ict."
The captive, still bound securely with
thongs of deer-hide, was thrust into a ca
bin, and two stout warriors were appoint
ed TO watch over him by day and night,
and were charged to use the utmost vigl-
lance in preventing his escape A few
dried punches of fern were spread for his
couch, and he was supplied with wood
en- bowl of water and handful of pound
cd corn to satisfy his appetite; and it was
ordered that Monega, the most skillful
mediciner of the tribe, should apply her
most healing salves and balsams TO his
| hurts, that he might the sooner be ready
to run the gauntlet and endure the tor
ture OF fire, which WAS the destiny await
| ing him.
Monega was the daughter of chief,
and as il CHANGED. was as distinguished for
the gentleness of her heart as for her eI-
ceeding loveliness and her great medical
skill No one could look upon her slight
and we'll rounded limbs. and upon her
sweet countenance, without a feeling of
admiration. if not of love; and no sooner
did our Mohawk gaze upon her features,
and listen to the soft tones of her voice.
than he was completely fascinated with
her charms Nor did the Indian dsmsel
gaze upon the noble captive with less ia
I YOrable emotions. With blushing cheek
and trembling hand she produced from a
number of gourds the most potent herbs
that constituted her remedies, and tender
ily applied them 10 the wounded limbs of
the Mohawk.
=. How is the sweet daughter of the
Oneida named 2" inquired the young
chief. as the damsel proceeded to bathe
the bruised place. with sweet-smeAing
medicines.
A blush suffused the modest cheek of
Mopega. as she replied, - am called
among my people Monega, or the Wild
rose. and am the daughter of chief
:. Monega." exclaimed he, sis fairer
than any honeyed wild-rose that is kissed