Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-08-24
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Written for the Spirit ofthe Age.
TIL E LONELY HUT;
A Tale of Indian Schemes
AND THE EVILS OF THE FIRE WATER.
BY VIM. M. TURNER.
CHAPTER XII.

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Hut, which promised to be the scene of a
sanguiuary conflict, when last Ne were there
Murdant barricaded as best he could his
rude fort, and with gun in hand, awaited
an attack from the approaching foe /; deter
mined to make resistance to the last, though !
single-handcd-Fannuil being so much in
toxicated as to be incapable Of rendering
any service at this critical and perlous juno
ture. Soon eight or ten brawny savages
came in sight, keeping themselves, however,
beyond the reach of his trusty rifle. A close
watch was kept upon them, when suddenly
the group diminished to some four Or five in
number, and they had so disposed Of them
selves as more nearly to resemble stumps Of
trees than blood-thirsty Indians. After a
few moments Of trying suspense, a flaming
dTroD was seen 10 speed high in the heavens,
then another and another. rising into the air
and disappearing in the deep gloom of the
dark forest. Then was heard rush, re-
sembling the furious stampede of herd Of
wild horses, and some half-dozen tall, black
forms rushed on the gate and were about
to scale it, when Murdant raised his rifle and
one savage fell corpse inside the enclosure.
With the other fire arms in the hut, two
others were sent to their long hunting
ground. Three of the savages had now paid
for their rashness, aud the remaining three
Immediately turned and fed toward the
0ouLd-beStumps, and in running, one of
them chanced to get opposite the loop-hole,
which Murdant had raised, and he bit the
dust-slain by the first rife that was fired,
which Biddy had reloaded and given to
Murdant. Thus far, he was succeeding
bravely, having killed four men without
wasting powder, and protecting unharmod
those within, although Indian arrows were
striking and falling around the Hut like
hail. Murdant had now again, assisted by
Biddy, loaded all his pieces, and waited for
the savages that were yet remaining. These
had clustered together, and were talking
earnestly, and seemingly engaged in angry
words.
He listened at them for some time, and
could plainly hear the word " DELAMPoN'
used often, and high words would accom-
pany the pronunciation when suddenly
great commoton was apparent among the
savages and his heart nearly leaped out Of
his mouth, as he heard the sharp ring of a
gun, and these well.known tones Faith
be jabbers, clear the way, be Saint Patrick,
and I'll be afther maxim ye acquainted with
me darlint Of blessed swate shl!aIy y'-and
in few moments large white steed and hi:
rider were flying swiftly toward the gate, moi
before, however, some heads were broken
and soon Mike OFlannagan, the faithful
courageous Irishman, was at the gate ham
meriug and haloing for admittance, with tht
Indians practising at him as though he wer
target. Twas the work Of moment 70
Murdant to unbar and unlock the gate, AM
as soon as possible White Wing darted in
side; Mike leaped to the ground and run
ming up grasped Murdant by the hand
Halo, Mike exclaimed Murdant, lool
ing up at White Wing as Mike sprang 0
of him who is that you brought wit
youl who is that on White WingY
Nobody but the saddle; aud be tt
Houly Saint Patrick, not all of that, for
lost my stirrup in a cussed wood, and ha
to ride to Phiadclphy and come back he
with only one. Faith, did, replied Mix
without looking up.
Il am in no mood for trihing; | aga
ask you aOho is that on White Wing p
An Indian, by heavens' And as he spok
he advanced pace or 50 nearer and gaze
hard at the figure seated on the horse.
Mike now turned and there, sure enoug
seated on White Wing was a human bein
sitting so still aud straight, it seemed as
it had grown there Give me yer gu
Masther Murdant,' exclaimed Mike, runnil
up to Murdant, and then running abo
the enclosure in search of some weapo
'yer gun quick. Whar's my shillaly? ]
jabbers, how in the name Of the Houly
Pater Patrick, did he come there? .
the oull Harry Scratch, hisself in the sha
Of a red skin but by the Houly NTH
I'll have lick at ye with me own darli
shillaly, be ye divil or be ye saint'-and t
brawny Irishman snatched his shillaly frC
the saddlebow, and advancing cautious
was about to strike, when the Indian, ch;
ging his position, quickly sprang lightly
the ground. Mike instantly retreated sol
PAGES, but in an instant rushed at him vi
upilted shillaly, AID was about to stri
him to the earth, when seeing he was
armed, he stopped at the same NONE
the Indian, who had stood with arms fold
calmly across his chest, his tall figure dra
to It's tull height, aud looking contemniuou
on Nike, said in bad English-s The VII
warrior be iool-he no wise-I friend
'Shan't trust you, be the Houly Piper
Piperdale in swate Erin exclaimed Nj
hoty; don't believe a mothers son q
word Of it,
'Delampon never lies, again spoke
Indian, in full and manly tones.
Why are you here in the camp of
pale face the enemy of the red man,
lamponP asked Murdant who believed
Indian spoke the truth. Know you
that you could be food for carrion beast
moment?
Delampon is warrior said he.
enty summers have passed over his
and whitened his once raven locks. NJ