New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-10-12

"A loving benedictioD
Over all
The dim sky hangs boundless see uuswept
Save by the circling Of God guided worlds
Even vastsr seems the broad smpyresl dome
And through the gloom immensity expands
The Heaven-high mystery swsys and ovsrpowers,
TIL gasing ont upon the boundless depth,
+. The soul Is lost in vastness innnits.
Thus all without chimes one coneordsnt call.
And all within, not loud but deep, responds
HuHN1wELL, The "IHD1AN KrLLER.o
HIS PERSONAL ADVENTURES.
1t is stated in Southgate's g History of Scar
bcro', Maine," that during the eleven years of
Queen Anne's War, two Of the inhabitants Of
that town, named Charles Pine and Richard
Hunniwell-the latter Of whom obtained the
sotlbyiguef of the ts Indian Killer"-were in the
frequent habit Of fencountering parties Of Indians,
but generally came off unharmed Hunniwell
was the more ferocious and irreconcilable foe of
the savages Of the two Pines most cruel acts
against them were always Of sportsmanlike
characterize was fond of the adventure; but
Hunniwell's hatred of them was such that he
would kill whenever and wherever he met them,
regardless Of all public treaties Of peace This
was, without doubt, to be attributed to his un-
satisfied desire Of revenge for the death Of dear
wife and child, whom the Indians were said to
have murdered. Tradition furnisher the follow
ing instance Of vengeance which he is said to
have taken on his foes during time of peace
A number Of the Blue Point planters were
warming themselves by the fire in clam house,
on what is now called Seavey's Landing, when
two Indians came in and, setting their guns in
the corner, took places by the fire with the plan
ters. Hunniwell entered soon after in his usual
manner, but finding these Indians present, he
became remarkably uneasy, and began to pace
the floor in a restless manner--the blood Of his
murdered wife and babe before his eyes. Pres.
emily he went to the corner where the guns stood
and taking one up, put it to his s oulder. ant
moved it from side to side, as il aiming at tn,
flying birds. He then took it from his shoulder
examined the pan, and finding the gun unloaled
put it down and took up the other, with whicl
he sighted as before, until, getting the heads O
the Indians in range, he fired and killed then
both
On another occasion he killed .fre Indian.
at once on the shore of Great Pond, with his
famous " Buccaneer gum He also cut off the
head of an Indian with scythe while moving
on the marsh opposite James Point The cir
cumstances of this singular adventure are briefly
these: While moving, he noticed the Indians
on the opposite side of the river, but supposed
they were too far off to trouble him. But one
of them perceiving that the mower was no less
person than the dreaded Hunniwell, and that
his gun was set against stack of hay some dis
tance from him, undertook to entrap him by
silently crossing the river. and creeping up to
the gun under cover Of the bank The Indian
succeeded in crossing the river, and getting
possession of the gun before Hunniwell saw him
He continued moving, however, apparently un-
conscious OF his approach until the Indian had
come within a few yards Of him, raised the gun
and called out to him-"Now me kill you, Hun
niwell," The words were hardly out of the In
dians mouth when Hunniwell sprang towards
him, shouting at the top Of his voice" You in
fernal dog, if you fire at me will cut you in
two with this scythe" The Indian fred as
Hunniwell approached; but it is well known
that the savages used very small quantity of
powder in charging their guns compared with
what the whites did, and especially with what
Hunniwell used in his :" Buccaneer," and the
young savage, either not aware Of this, or in
haste forgetting it, not only fired over Hunni-
wells head, but was himself the only person
that fell Before he could recover his feet,
Hunniwell had severed his head from his body
with the scythe, and fixing it on pole, he held
it up in sight of the Indians on the opposite
shore, and loudly called to them to come over
and share the same fate.
The savages entertained a superstitious dread
Of this townsman, which did not restrain them,
however, from seeking revenge for the Indian
blood he had so abundantly shed. The only
satisfaction which they were able to obtain for
many years, consisted in torturing poor horse
Of his which fell into their hands, They stuck
his skin full of pitch-pine splinters, and then
set them on fire. The day of more complete
revenge came at last. One morning, in the
autumn of l7l3, or thereabouts, party of
twenty men left the garrison on the Neck to
collect and drive in the CATTLE which had been at
large during the summer. The peace of Utrecht
had just been promulgated here, and it was
moreover supposed that there were no Indians
in the vicinity. For these reasons the little
party marched out with utter carelessness
Hunniwell, who headed the party, had taken
with him nothing but a pistol, and others had
no arms whatever. force of two hundred
Indians had concealed themselves in an alder
thcket at the west end of the Great Pond, and
as the little company of townsmen passed by on
their way to the woods, the savages took delib-
crate aim and fred upon them under the most
favorable circumstances A single survivor
escaped to the garrison with the tidings, and
the men, who soon afterwards ventured out to
the spot, found the nineteen corpses, which they
hastily inferred in one grave in little field
near the Neck. Hunniwell's body was easily
distinguishable from the rest by its horrible
mutilation Soon after they left the garrison,
one of the party asked HunniWell why he had
not taken his gun with him. His reply was,
that if n gun was needed he might take it from
the first person killed. 1t is to be regretted
that the names of those who fell with him have
escaped the memory Of the most aged people
An Irishman was brought up before late
magistrate for the east riding on o charge Of
vagrancy, and was thus questioned -" Wha,
trade are you'" Pat-"Sure, your honor, now
Pm salt sailor" "You in the seafarine lifsi
question, whether you have ever been to sea ii
your life'" Pat.--"Sure, now, and does YOU,
honor think came over from ould Ireland In I
wagon !" "Commit him."
The Marquis Of Chandos, the son Of the Duk
Of Buckingham whose immense estates in Eng
land were lately sold by the Sheriff, has az
cepted the Office Of 0hairman to the London an
North Western Railway This young noblemau
it is said, cut of the entail Of the Buckingham
property, and deprived himself Of $500, 600 pei
snnum, in order topey his fathers debts