Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-02-23

smell the red mans blood =
With simultaneous movement, they sprang
from the table, and though the wretched
father raised his hands, and on his knees plead
for his life, it was of no avail. The reeking
tomahawks ceased not their murderous work
until the husband and wife were lifeless vic
tins on the floor
Poor May clung to her loved parents, and
swooned, with her fathers head, cleft asun-
der, lying on her bosom.
When consciousness returned, she beheld
Black Cloud standing over her with his raised
weapon in his hand, and young Indian be-
seecbing him to spare her. For some time
his hard face gave no signs of relenting, but
at last he dropped his hatchet at his feet, and
taking her hands, babe her rise.
For many minutes did the avenging ones
converse together, and then seemed to be at
variance on something which could not be
settled satisfactorily
{ 1t shall be done = said Black Cloud, with
ferocious light in his snaky black eye /; and
the next moment the fair breast of the girl
bride poured forth her life-blood in gushing
stream
Three vctims-the father, with his tinged
gray hair, the kind good mother, and the
blooming May, in her bridal robe-all sleep
ers in death
Now said Black Cloud, the avenging de-
mon, 'the rest may have our hunting grounds
that the Great Spirit gave TO US; let US CO.
They had scarcely reached the woody brow
of the ambuscade hill, over which lay their
trail, when Philip and two men approached
the house. They paused and listened breath
lessly, but no sound fell upon the ear save the
tinkling rill that wound round gnarled roots
and over white pebbles, and the hooting owl
in the distance.
Perhaps they have already gone, said
Philip as he neared the house No PRESENT.
ment overshadowed his thoughts as he raised
the latch carelessly, and pushed the door part
ly open. Some obstacle prevented it from
swinging back, and in the dim freight he
looked to see what it might be.
my God what have they done!' he
shrieked, as his eye fell upon the form of his
brutally murdered father, then his mother,
and lastly, his idolized sister, with that pure
brow he had so loved to kiss, and her long,
bright hair stepped in blood. He raised them
up severally, but life was utterly extinct, and
with grief unutterable he wrung his hands
and prayed not to linger alone homeless,
friendless and broken-hearted.
Black Cloud and his band left their beauti-
ful grounds the day following, and went to
Sandusky, TO join Simon Girty, the renegade.
They left all that was dear to them, in their
spacious green, where their feasts and dances
were held, their council-house and buried
dead Sated was their thirst for vengeance
on those who had deprived them of their fair
inheritance. Then the families moved from
the block-house, and went to their homes and
again kindled fires upon the desolate hearths,
and soon did the wildwood farms look CHEEKY
and glad.
That old block-house-long before l had
with it, have l clambered over its moulderiDg
walls, and rested my child-hands on the tufts
of damp green moss that grew between the
ponderous logs, and trampled on the clnging
ivies that tried 10 make it beautiful in its for
gotten desolation. | wondered why it was
ever built, and thought palace should have
occupied tnat delightful situation on the slop-
ing banks Of Willow stream.
Mays betrothed, Henry, and the lonely
Philip, under the ministerings of the great re-
storer, Time, and two lovely and worthy
wives, recovered from the blight that fell upon
their young years, and are good and useful
men. Willie and Maggie are grandparents
now, their mother still lives, and it is their
greatest Joy to make blest her last years.
Maggie's gait still bears evidence of the
wound that fortunately was not fatal one.
The soldier who was missing after the
murderous affray at Carroll;s, was discovered
long years afterwards, his crouched skeleton
hidden in hollow tree. A bullet had lodged
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den himself to save his scalp from the red
men. On the brown and bony breast one
feshless hand was pressed against miniature,
but it was SO defaced, nothing could be learned
from it. The 'loves of earth in that last mo-
ment were not forgotten! Where the cabins
of Carroll and Seymore stood, now stand
tasteful cottages, with widespread fields sur
rounding and the same FLASHING fountains
all the days and nights sing their soothing
lullabies, as they did long years agone to
those who sleep in lowly graves that were first
followed out in the wilderness
One lovely June day, in spirited ride with
my girl-friend Annie, we visited the survivors
of the scenes above narrated.
Oh l almost lived amid peril and hard
ships, and forest life In that days visit We
climbed the old hills, and stood at the grave
under giant apple tree, and played in the
gushing jets Of the fountains, and waded
through high grasses. to stand upon the old
hearth-stones that still remained of the cabin
homes. Then we took tea with mother Car
roll and Maggie, and were SO happy to sit be-
side them, and look into their loving blue eyes
and hear them tell true and thrilling stories
of Forest Life.-Arhur's Home Gazette.