The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1853-01-27
NUMBER IA.

''They will be here soon" All was still. indeed.
The river aid make a low, ripping, splashing
noise among the bushes that hung down into its
waves, and an owl in neighboring tree sent
forth his long and melancholy hooting, but all
| else was calm and noiseless
''Curse that owl % muttered the old man, for
getting his oSn injuctions; ''it was just that
way he hooted this night five years ago"
The young man shuddered as the tale of hor-
ror he had listened to was thus brought to his
mind, and made him reflect how soon the
| same fate might fail upon his sister and his
bride.
moment more and the low splash of oars Is
heard; another, and the boat swept rapidly
around the projecting point which formed the
upper end of the cove. In the bright moonlight
every figure was plainly discernable In the
stern sat a small Indian, steering, and OCCASION
ally speaking to the two girls in the middle of
the boat, who, with terrified countenances, Law
clasped in each others hands, as if for protec-
tion. In front stood tall and magnificent look
ing fellow, in all the war-finery of an Indian
chief, with scalplock feathers, paint, and silver
bracelets. He, too, handled an oar, while his
rife lay at his feet.
As the boat came near enough for them to dis
tinguish the features of those on board, the old
man started as if adder had stung him.
''By heavens! tits the Black Wolf! Thank
God; the hour is come! Don't move," he whis-
pered between his clenched teeth, "untl | saw
the word then fire at the smaller Indian
The youth felt excited, also, but by strong
effort, quelling their emotions, the two lay mo-
tionless as statues, while the polished tubes of
their rifles cleaned like fire in the moonlight
The boat strikes the shore. The chief steps
out, and order the girls to rise and follow him;
but, insensible with grief and fear, they neither
hear nor heed his command The smaller Indi-
an, enraged at their obstinacy, rises with an
oath, and stepping forward, clutches Mary by
the arm, as if to pull her from her seat The
young man can contain himself no longer.
quick, clear report rings out upon the air, and
the smaller Indian, with a single cry, leaps ND
and falls dead in the boat. The old hunter, ta-
ken by surprise, fires hurridly, and half-smoth-
cred groan from the chief, as he springs back
into the boat, tells that he is wounded, but not
mortally. He seizes an oar and pushes the
boat from the land. Quick as thought, with a
bound like that of tigress robbed of her young,
and terrible shout Of vengeance the hunter
has sprung into the boat and grappled with his
last and most deadly enemy
But the warrior though wounded, is not con-
queTed. The long, keen blade of an Indian
scalping knife CLEANS instant in the moon
ight-the next, it finds sheath in the hunters
breast. But there is no time for second blow
the hands Of the Avenger are at the Grief
tain's throat. The cry of ''Blood for blood"
rings in his ears The boat rocks with the ter
rible struggle, They tOtter, they fall with
heavy splash, and go down in the terrible en-
brace of death. a sulen wave a few bubbles,
and the dark waters of the Ohio roll over the
hunter and his Indian foe. Such was the Hun
ter's Revenge!