Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-04-06
WHOLE NO. 100.
and discharging their guns with amazing

should be so, and pursued their adversa-
ries but few rods. Three of The party
had been killed dead at the first fire, threS
others were badly hurt; and all were more
or less scratched, while Corroll was miss
Ing. Buffalo Dave was shot through tho
brain. wild Ca, Ben had MS cheek
gashed and bit Of bis ear and a lock of
hair carried away. Capt. CamPfield had
three slight flesh wounds. John Johnson
who was in the party with Corrol. was
bruised badly in. the breast. ball having
struck the blade OF his hunting knife
which was sheathed in his pouch-strap,
and res,sd on his bosom. William Grey's
clothes were torn in several places, md
his side painfully cut by q ball that had
fla,,ened against q tree and glanced be-
lore touching him. When the weller and
uproar OF the night were over, and he
heard that Corroll was missing, he set out
at once in search Of him. and in the course
of half ali hour found him lying behind a
log beside q dead Indian, himself in dy-
ing condition He had been wounded
desperately at the first fire, but for tins
managed to keep his feet al his rur-
suers but one, had turned back on Tho
sound of The sharp firing in an Other dl-
roc,ion, and that ono, after vehement
struggle he succeeied in dsposiog Of by
passing long knife through his heart.
AS Grey drew near. Corroll lifted his
head. but recognizing friend his muscles
relaxed, and he sunk again. helpless 10 tie
ground. The snow about him was sal
uraied with blood. but Sd burning WAS
his thirst, that ho kep, filing his mouth
with the foul, CORY slop. Still his eyes
twinkled as though enjoying a joke, ond
he sa id in low choking voice, 'Eh, Grey
the other day when talking oil what |
could DO if bleeding 10 death, did not
anticipate ,aat the reality was SO near
%, in G DDS name Corroll, are you dy-
ing now?'
Yes certainly. 4 bail has passed
through my lungs, and | will sufiocaio
presently. If ever tell you any thing il
must be now and in a hurry
Il hope not
Yes. but its fact. I'm going very
fast. You'll not cut oui my brains with
your tomahawk before choke to death,
! will you?
This is TO time for jes.ing.'
i know it, and I'm in earrest- Drag
me out Of this puddle Of blo6d, nnd scrape
up some clean snow for me. There. there
You wanted 10 know about your s.s,er.-
| lived in Philudelphia from Infancy
carly fell in with bad company, aid be
came bad, Of course. ] was 10 some eE-
tent disspaied when ] frs, saw your sis
ter. She was beautiful. | almost loved
her, md made love TO her; and would
have loved her altogether, if it had not
been that The circle of men 10 Which te-
ionged, csteeme fair country girls os +,
only for game. BY my manners polished
and insinua,ing. and my vehement pro-
lestation of love and honor. your uasus-
pecting sister became my victim! Now,
why don't you tomahawk me, and be done
with il?
When sbe so queerly snd suddenly lcf!
the city, was amazed and startled from
morbid, waking dream. My distress wcs
really great. and by degrees ! became des-
peraie NV bad habits gained strength.
gambled drank, and went the whole
round Of designations, fashionable and vul-
gar, refined and coarse. drove TO excess
il every thing, and hurried TO ruin at
headlong pace. My money was squander-
ed, and likewise my health: and after n
spell of sickness. III which | saw into the
hou Sc of death, came out west, poor IN
person and purse. Here my health revi-
we'd, and had recovered some spirits TOO,
when fell in with The Hag ofthe Woods.
and from that moment have been going
to the boltomless pi. fast, and am SO near
it now that can feel its no, smoke ON my
cheek You ought to tomahawk me-
There. take that Indians tomahawk and
drive it into my skull; every body will
think the red cuss did j. hefare he got cold.
and YOU can hnve the fun free Of expense.
and can take glorious revenge of the Sc
ducer Of your sister! lived fools life,
and I'm dying like fool. | might have
been-- Oh, what m ighi not have
been?
"Sallie. poor Sallic, if | had not have
been u proud, selfish scoundrel. might
have been my happy wife, instead of the
hieeous thing she is, and l, instead OF be-
ing here on the snow, like wounded wolf
crawled off TO die, might have-yes. yes.
And these lamentations nre like all the
rest-all my good resolves-,oo latc.-
Why is il that you don't tonahawk meg
And with such words on his lips, he
fast grew weaker. the blood accumulated
on his lungs, and he slowly struggled
Grey gave him clean snow as long as he
would press il to his fevered lips, and
with not word but we have recorded,
and with thoughts we will not searcH for
words TO delineate, composed the limbs
decenily when the breath left the nostrils
of Devil Dick forever.
The white buried their dead, and cover.
ed the grave with heavy stones and poles.
and leaving the dead indians to the wolves.
returned to the station, profoundly dejec-
ted. Their march back home was slow
and painful in the extreme. as two Of the
wounded needed constant care and sup
poit.
(ro BE coNfINUED.)
NEW YORK. March pa
On Wednesday morning, an attempt