Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1854-07-27

nottell you how 1 explained that strange
thrill as the schooner crossed our bow
the night before the collision, and which
l felt again at the moment of the crash,
nor what Interpretation 1 gave to the
wild tumult of emotion, all that long
dreary night.
married Mary Sinclair, and buried
her thirty years afterward; and l some
times have the same evidence of her
presence now that l used to have when
she lived on the same earth with me.
DAGUERREoTYPE IN THE WILDERNESS.
-Brantz Mayer gives picture of Lo-
gan, the romantic Indian Chief, as
chance seen, which is worth preserving:
about mile or two above the deep
and tangled dell where the stream passes
Jacks mountain, beside a beautiful
limestone spring, at spot which was
as solitary as it was romantic, an Indian
cabin had been built for many years.
As William Brown and James Reed,
two of the pioneers whom / have named
as early occupants of this region, had
wandered one day out of the valley in
search of choice locations and springs,
they suddenly started bear, and, like
all foresters, being provided with their
rifles, Immediately gave chase. A shot
speedily wounded the brute, which, re-
treating to the higher ground, led them
onward in search of their prey, until,
suddenly, this beautiful spring gushing
from the hillside, burst upon their sight.
Exhausted by long and tedious hunt,
the woodsmen were more delighted to
find the stream than the game, and i'm
mediately resting their rifles against
trees, threw themselves upon the ground
to drink. But as Brown bent over the
clear and mirroring water. he beheld on
the opposite side, reflected in the limpid
basin the tall shadow of stately In
dianl With instructive energy he
sprang to regain his weapon while the
Indian yelled-whether for peace or
war he was unable to determine;-but
as he seized his rifle and faced the foe,
the savage dashed open the pan of his
gun, and scattering the powder, ex-
tended his open hand in token of friend
ship. Both weapons were instantly
grounded, and the men who a moment
before had looked on each other with
distrust, shook hands and refreshed
themselves from the gurgling brook
For aweek they continued together ex-
amining lands, seeking springs, and
cementing friendship which. had been
so strangely commenced at period
when whoever saw an Indian saw an
enemy, and the only questions that were
asked on either side, were from the
muzzles of their rifles
The Indian visitor of the spring was
Logan-the son of Shikellamy, the soli-
tary Indian-no chief, but wanderer
sojourning for while on his way to the
West.
Loganis well remembered and favora-
bly, described in the legends of this val
ley, for he was often visited in his camp
by the whites. Upon one occasion,
when met by M'Clay at the spring which
is even now known by his name, match
was made between the white and red
man to shoot at a mark for a dollar a
shot. In the encounter Logan lost four
or FIVE rounds, and acknowledged him
self beaten. When the whites were
leaving the dell, the Indian went to his
cabin, and bringing as many deer-skins
as he had lost dollars, handed them to
Mr.. M'Clay, who refused the peltries,
alleging that he and his friends had been
Logan's guests, and would not rob him,
for the match had merely been a
friendly contest of skill and nerve
But the courteous waiver would not
satisfy the savage. He drew himself
up with great dignity, and said in broken
English, "Me bet to make you shoot
your best; me gentleman, and me take
your dollars if me beat!" So M'Clay
was obliged to take the skin or affront
his friend"