Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1852-03-18

nothing; until ut last Ea"ara esPlea Il
large hollow about halfway up the trunk,
Il was right, you see" lie said. "Af'
ter all, it's nothing bnt bear; but we
may as well shoot the brute that has civ.
en- us SO much troubls:
They set to work Immediately with
their axes to fell the tree. 1t began to
totter, when dark, object, they could
not tell what in the dim twilight, crawled
from its place of consealment to the ex-
tremity Of branch, and from thence
sprung into the next Gec.. snatching up
their rifles, they b6h fired together ;
when, to their astoshment, instead Of a
bear, young Indian asqdaw, with a wild
yell, fell to the ground. They ran to the
spot where she lay niotionless. and car.
ried her to the borders of the wood
where they had thatmorning dismouuted.
Richard lifted heron his horse, and
springing himself into3the saddle, carried
tile almost lifeless body before him. The
poor creature never spoke. Several
times they stopped, shrinking she was
dead her pulse only Told the spirit had
not flown from its earthly tenement.
When they reached flIe river which had
been crossed by themSbefore, they wash
ed the wounds, and Arinkled water on
her face. This appeared to revive her !;
and when Richard again lifted her in his
arms to place her on lis horse, he fam
cied he heard her mutter in Iroquois
one word" reveneed!' 1t was a
strange sight, these two powerful men
tending so carefully tile being they had a
few hours before souglitto slay, and en-
dcavorng to stanch the blood that flow
ed from wounds which they had made !!
Yet so it was. 1t would have appeared
to them sin to leaveSthe Indian woman
to die ; yet they felt noremorse at having
inflicted the wound, aud doubles would
have been better pleased had it been
moral; but they wouldinot have murdered
a wounded enemy, even an Indian war.
rior, still less squaM The party con.
tinucd their journey until midnight, when
they stopped to rest their jadcd horses.
Having wrapped the sqaw in their bear
skins, they lay down, themselves with no
covering save the clolliesthey wore. They
were in no want ofhprosisions, as not
s.,,.-s--;-.,, rhey rnsIrf
had taken good supply of bread and
and dried vension, not wishing to lose
any prccions time in seeking food while
on the trail. The brandy still remaining
in their TASKS they preserved for the use
of their captive. The evening Of the
following day they reached the trapper's
hut, where they were not little surprise
to find Susan. She told them tina: al
though John Wilton had begged her to
live with them, she could not bear to
leave the spot where every thing remind
cd her of one to think of whom was now
her only consolation, and that while she
had Nero, she feared nothing. They
needed not to tell their mourntul tale
Susan already understood it but too
clearly. She begged them to leave the
Indian woman with her. &" You have no
one," she said, "to tend and watch her
as can do besides, it is not right that
should lay such Il burden on YOU" AL
though unwilling to impose on her the
painful task of nursing her husbands
they could not but allow that
she was right; and seeing how earnestly
she desired it, at last consented to leave
the Indian woman with her.
For many long weeks Susan nursed
her charge as tcndcrl J as if she had been
her sister. AT first she lay almost mo.
tionlcss, and rarely spoke; then she
grew drlirious, and ravcd wildly. Susan
fortunately could not understand what
she said, but often turned shuddcringly
away when the Indian woman would
strive to rise from her bed, and move her
arms as il drawing a bow; or yell wildly,
and cover in terror beneath the clothes,
in herdelirium the fearful scenes
through which she had passed. BY de.
grccs reason returned she gradually got
better, but seemed restless and unhappy,
and could not bear the sight of Nero.
The first proof Of returning reason she
had shown was to shrek in terror when
he once accidentally followed his mis-
tress into the room where she lay. One
morning Susan missed her; she searched
around the hut, but she was gone, without
having taken farewell of her kind bene.
factress.
A few years after, Susan Cooper (no
longer "pretty Susan," for time and
grief had done their work. heard late one
night hurried knock, which was re.
peated several times before she could un.
fasten the door, each time more loudly
than before. She called to ask who it
was at that hour Of the night. A few
hurried words in lroquois were the reply,
and Susan congratulated herself on hav-
ing spoken before unbarring the door.
But on listening again, she distinctly
heard the same voice say, "Quick |" and
recognized it as the Indian woman's
whom she had nurscd. The door was
instantly opened, when the squaw rushed
into the hut, seized Susan by the arm,
and made signs to her to come away.
She was too much excited to remember
then the few words Of English she had
picked III, yvhon li,,ipr ,,,;th tJo ,,.o,,,,,