The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-07-07

= 1t was for Hinch he had with passionIes
d calculation reserved the most inconceivabl
torture. He had passed by him all thi
o time, while one after the other he struc
down the tools and companions of bi
T crimes.
He doomed him to see them falling O
round him with the certain knowledge ths
the avenging hate which slew them burne
with ten fold intensity for his life-that
husband would have it! But when woui
! the claim be madel Should he be the mex
one! No! The next one! No! But ,hel
each succeeding death, so sure to take ont
of the number, drove away every sophstry
Of hope, and realized to him in bare anC
sterner horror that his fate was as ixeC
ns theirs As each one fell away the cir
Gle Of doom was narrowed-slowly, steadily
closing in about him. Soon there would
be no one left but him! How could he cal
an hour his own! When could he feel
safe! That relentless subtlety had baflled
them all! One, two, three, four, FIVE, six,
seven, strong men, all gone down before
that fearful rife-euery one Of them shot
through The eye! God of hcaven!-and the
sharp agony would spangle keen points of
burning light through his brain, as if the
ball was already bursting thro' socket. 81
too must be shot through the eye" Horror!
1t was worse than ten thousand deaths, and
he died them in lingering tortures told over
day by day.
From the time of Rees' death he looked
strange and stricken man. In few weeks
he had lost good deal of flesh, and be.
come piteously haggard--hs eyes and gait
and voice were all humble. His Turbulent
and fierce animality faded before the har-
rowing suspense of this fear. The bully
murderous ruffain trembled at the rustling of
leaf. His own Imagination became his
hell--and hungry remorse grew stronger
and stronger with feasting at his heart!-
He never left his house for weeks, until the
escape af Williams and Davis inspired him
with some hope. He procured fine horse,
and set off one dark night for the Red Riv.
er! Everybody regretted his escape--for
men had looked in quite expectation upon
the progress of this affair, and in strong
fsith that the sense of wild border Justice
would be gratified in seeing this stern, right
eous and unparalleled vengeance consummat-
ed by the fall of Hinch--the monster insti-
gator and chief actor in all the grivous
outrage which had reused the simple
hearted Long into demon execution
er.
Hinch reached the bank of theRed River
--sprang from his foaming and exhausted
horse, after looking cautiously around--and
threw himself upon the grass to wait for
steamboat. In two hours he heard one puff.
ing down the stream, and saw the white
wreathes of steam, curling up behind the
trees. How his heart bounded! Freedom,
hope and life! once more sprang through his
shrivelled veins and to his lips. He signall-
ed the vessel; she rounded to and lowered
her yawl. His pulse bounded high, and he
gazed with absorbing eagerness at the crew
as they pulled Justify towards the shore
A click behind him! He turned with
shudder, and there he Das! That long rifle
was bearing strait upon him-those bold
eyes dwelt steadily upon him for a moment
and crash! all was forever blackness to
Hinch the Regulator! The men who wit
messed this singular scene, laned, and found
him shot through the eye! and saw the mur-
derer galloping swiftly away over the plains
stretching out from the top OF the bank!-
And so the vengeance was consumated, and
the sterh hunter had wiped out with much
blood the stain OF stripes on his free limbs;
and could now do, what was told he had
never done since the night of those fatal and
fatally expiated stripes, look his wife again
in the ey and receive her form to rest again
upon his breast.