The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-05-27

porch, or passage from one end Of the build
ing to the other, and in summer serves as a
pleasant retreat from the heat of the SUI:
The old hunter continued his story :-"Say-
ing that the Indians wouldn't fire Oh her, and
if they did her life could be better spared
than any of the mems, she ascendcd, and
commenced throwing down the burning
boards A chief who stood near, ond who
knew the heroine, said, 1low do, Mrs. Tay
lor, Ina, ha, me hab you after while She
replied to the savage by calling him rcd
skin'd rascal, and tossing the burning boards
at him. This only served to amuse him,
however, and he laughed at, what he consid-
cred the squaps silly efforts to save the cabin
without attempting to harm her.
call this time we were picking off the rcd
skins when ever one came within range of our
rifles. The young hefprcsently came round
to the end of the cabin where had my hor. c
tied, and said, me Guilty boss loose Let
that horse alone said speaking thro' the
port hole. Me habbc you too, by an by,
said the young rcd-skin, reaching out his
hand to cut the rein. Just as he laid his hand
on the bride I rulld trigger. A stream of
fire poured out of the rifle which reached al
most to the animal, and with one loud snort
and bound, the mustang broke loose. and the
last I ever saw of him he was flying, rath cr
than running over the prairie.
When my rifle cracked saw the Indi II
clap his hands on his sides, and staggering
step backwards fell. One of his copper hded
comrades now came up, and seized hold of
him, attempting to drag the wounded chief
away. but, snatching another life from the
man who stood next me, | fired from the
loop hole, and the second Indian tumb.cd
headlong across fis dying comrade.
"All this time the old end of the cabin wa;
burning furiously, it having been set on fire
by the Indians, beside the chimney. AS the
end logs burned off they fell down, which
caused the logs next the cabin we occupied to
roll towards the fire place, thus keeping the
fire at the further end of the building from us,
and the part we occupied being new and built
of green timber the heat and sparks took no
effect on it.
The battle still continued to rage, the rcd
skins shoutin' like devils, and putting their
rifle balls in at every loop hole, but we took
good care not to pass any ofthc port holes or
stand any way exposed. The battle had last
cd for two hours-and the red devils fought
us salty tell you--whcn ! accidentally cs-
pied the principal chief. standing with his
back against gum tree, about a hundred and
sixty yards from the cabin. He was direct
ing his red skincd imps by signs, all cfwhich
they appeared perfectly to understand, and
acted with most admirable concert. The tree
against which the chief stood, had knot on
it, about the height of a mans breast from
the ground. This knot had been firing al
from the door few days before the attack,
and had found out the proper elevation to
give my rifle in order to strike it. So aiming
at his fore head, pulled. When the rifle
flashed, I saw him clap his hand on his
breast, and two young braves laid hold of him
to support him. They lead him off into the
woods, and the next moment came wild,
terrific yell, as if all the CONDEMNED spirits of
the internal regions had broke loose, and
with one loud hilloo, rent the w,ll>in f.on
Garth to heaven. We knew this was the war
whoop disappointment and despair, and in
another minute the savagcs had disappeared
in the woods and cane, and again, all with
out was still as the grave, where so late rifles
had cracked and savages yelled.
"Twenty five warriors were left dead upon
the field, while We remained victors without
the loss of man, but had it not been for my
timely discovery of the chief and good OPP
portunity to tuck ball into him, they would
have eventually ovcrpowercd us"
This is pretty tough story, and the reader
can use his own discretion in crcditing it, but
old Leafher-Stockings who figures so conspic-
uously in it, is such a fair specimen of a race
of ''back woodsmen," that the traveller meets
with on The frontiers, who are always ready
to spin their yarns and recount their thrilling
adventures. when they find willing ear, that
| couldn't forbcar taking the portrait of this
one, as Boz did the cred noscd man," and
hanging it up here for the benefit of the reader.
L. E. +.
VANEEr rRIcV IN THE R,Ir1c-A LOT.