The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1854-11-01

| change iOr eaGn GoB-tnens Ills DOW was
strung quicklyy btt with as much coolness
as if there was no exigency to require the
haste, Yet heflad scarcely time to throw
himself upon his breast, a few yards from the
brink the decliyity, before one of his pur-
suers, more active than the rest, exposed
himself to the tnerring archer. He came
leaping from rock to rock, and had nearly
reached the head of the glen, when, pierced
through and through by one of Kiodago's ar
rows, he toppled from the crags, and rolled,
clutchingi the leaves, in his det tn agony,
among the tangled furze below q A second
met similar fate and third victim would
probably have been added, if shot from the
fusil of Hanyost, who sprnngaorward, and
fcauSht sight of theIndian just as the first
man fell, had not disabled the thumb joint of
the bold archer, even as he fixed his last ar.
row in the string. Resistance seemed now
at an end, and Kiodago again betook him
self to flight, Yet anxious to divert the
pursuit from his wife, the young chieftain
pealed yell Of defiance, as he retreated in
different direction from that which she had
taken. The whoop was answered by sim
ultaneous shout and rush on the part Of the
whites; but the Indian had not advanced far
before he perceived that the pursuing party,
now reduced TO six, had divided, and that
three only followed him. He had recogniz-
ed the scout, Hanyost, among his enemies,
and it was now apparent that that willy trail
tor, instead of being misled by his ruse, had
guided the other three upon the direct trail
to the cavern which the Christian captive
had taken. Quick as thought, the Mohawk
acted upon the impression. Making few
steps, within thicket, still to mislead his
present pursuers, he bounded across noun
tain torrent, and then leaving his foot marks,
dashed in the yielding bank, he turned short
ly on.a rock beyond, recrossed the stream,
and concealed himself behind falling tree,
while his pursuers passed within few pa
ces of his covert. .. 4.....
A broken hilock now only divided the
chief from the point to which he had directed
his wife by another route, and to which the
remaining party, consisting of De Grais,
Hanyost and French musketeer were hot
ly urging their way. The hunted warrior
ground his teeth with rage when he heard
the voice of the treacherous Fleming in tn
glen below him; and springing from cragI
to crag, he circled the rocky knoll, and
planted his foot by the roots ola blasted oak,
that shot its limbs above the cavern, just as
his wife had reached the spot, and pressing
her babe to her bosom, sank exhausted among
the flowers that waved in the moist breath Of
the cave. 1t CHANGED that at that very in
slant, De Craais and his followers had
pause beneath the opposite side of the knoll,
from whose broken service the foot Of the
flying Indian had disengaged stone, which
cracking among the branches, found its
way through slight ravine into the glen
below. The two Frenchmen stood in doubt
for a moment. Il The musketeer, pointing in
the direction whence the stone had rolled,
turned to receive the order of his officer
The cheyalier, who had made one step in
advance of broad rock between them, leaned
upon it, pistol in hand, half turning toward
his follower; while the scout, who stood fur
thest out from the steep bank, bending for
ward to discover the mouth Of the cave, must
have caught glimpse of the sinking fe-
male, just as the shadowy form of her hus-
band was displayed above her. God help
the now, bold archer! thy quiver is empty;
thy game Of life is nearly up; the sleuth
hound is upon thee; and thy scalp lock,
whose plumes now futter in the breeze, ill
soon be twined in the fingers of the venge-
full renegade. The wife-But hold! the
noble savage has still one arrow left. -.
Z Disabled, as he thought himself, the Mo-
hawk had not dropped his bow in his flight.
His last arrow was still griped in his bleed
ing fingers; and though bis stiffening thumb
forebore the use of it to the best advantage,
the hand of Kiodago had not lost its power.
The crisis which it takes so long to decribe,
had been realized by him in an instant. He
saw how the Frenchman, inexperienced in
woodcraft, were at fault;she saw, too, that
the keen eye of Hanyost had caught sight
of the, object of their pursuit, and that further
fight was hopeless; while the scene of his |
burning villageGih the distance, ,imamed him
with hate and fury toward the instrument Of
his misfortunes. Bracing one knee upon
the flinty rock, while the muscles the 9TH
er swelledas If the whole energies of his
body were collected in that single effort, /
Kiodago aims at the treacherous scout, and |
the twanging bowstring dismisses its last ar
row upon its errand. The hand of THE
SPIRIT could alone have guided that shaft!
But. WAEEYo smiles upon the brave warrior,
and the, arrow, while it, rattles harmless
against tthe cuiras Of the French officer, CLAN
ces toward the victim forwhom it was intend
ed, and quivers in the heart Of Hanyost!: The
dying wretch grasped the sword chaino the
cheyalier, whose corslet changed among the
rocks, as the two went rolling downlthe
glen together; and De Grais was not willing
to abandon the pursuit when the tnusketeer,
coming to his assistance, had disepgaged him,
bruised and bloody. from the Embracing ofl