Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1855-08-29

faces or tho whites, who cspld not ass their
E1e.Arns, % close w.s tbs encounter.
ssSonnd rstseas.n shouted Gen. Baceu:
and in obedisnce 10 the brnzon trum.eta, his
men fell back. Al that moment, the eava-
Iicrs under Wythseg charged through the saw
ages, and when they had passed the infantry,
hastily formed into line, poured in murder
oas soiieys. hgain the cavaliers moved
of swarth Of the now discounted savages,
again storm OF iron bad swept through
their painted ranks, and then, with cheer,
the insrenchment WAS stoYmed. At the head
OF those who FIRST entered the break-work,
fighting like very Demon. was Rupert
WHITLEY, and stthe door Of the old mansion,
as he rode up TO it, with heavy heart he
saw his own Henrietta.
.sSafe! safe! Thank God, she is safe 7,
be shouted, and in an instant be had
reached her side, and she Was ciasped to bis
heart.
Our limits will not rsnis us to portra
| the story Of her imprisonment. ms she narra-
ted it sha, night around the hearth-ssone--
Destined for sacrifice, she hid been care.
fully treated, and allowed the unmolestcd
| liberty of her own room. But that night was
to witness her immolation. A Divine Prov
/ idencc had nerred her heart, though escape
appeared impossible, as she was already
summoned 10 the burning pile when scout
gave the alarm cry. Then, y the light OF
the torches. she plainly witnessed the fray,
imploring, upon her knees before the window,
that heavenly arm would sustain those
whom she loved so well.
Morning dawncd and horrible scene pre-.
scented itself around the house. There
where st. Johns Church now stands-lay
mangled corpses in the stiff attitudes OF death,
and the stream near by was tinged with life
blood. Tho wounded were cared for, the
dead inferred, and by dinner time the hor-
rors Of ssgrim visaged war" no longer met
the eve. The last council FIRE of the Indian
race at James River Fall was extiDgushed,
and the few surviving descendants of the
tribe of Pochahontas began their funeral
march towards the setting sun.
Success insures success. Had Bacon been
defea ted, he would have be shot as a trai
tor to his king; but now the naughty govern
or rewarded him, anG he was hailed by the
VirgpiaBs as their d fender. Marching to
jamestown, he forced the governor to adopt
new laws, which code was completed July 4,
I676-one hundred wears to day before the
Congress of the United States, adopting the
declaration framed by statesman of Vir-
ginia, began new era in the history of man.
The eighteenth century in Virginia was the
child of the seventeenth; and Bacon's re-
bellion with corresponding scenes in Ma
rylnnd and theSCarolInas and New England,
was the early harbinger of American indie
p ndcnce.
And where was Henrietta, that sturdy 10y
alist? Not in the stately saloons of the
Governor, but with the sisters of her ATTAIN
ced lover, Rupert Wythlsy, who had resi-
dence at Jamestown. Her dreams Of royal
protection and noble husband had vanish
cd during her terrible captivity, and she now
bowed in homage before her hearts Lord
Soon they were married, and returned to the
plantation, which Nathaniel Bacon gave bis
sister rs dover. Some clouds darkened
their pathway of life at first. but they lived
many years in as perfect happiness as NOR
tails can enjoy; nor did she ever forget in af-
ter years, in narratng to her grand children
the events Of her rescue, to add: 'For all
that, my dear, your grandfather did not hold
the commission. Virginians would act fo1
themselves.
Years rolled On. The Old Dominion be.
came the leader of great movement, and
while the name of the Wyshleys is remem-
bered by many who visit the beautiful local
ity of their home-once the scene of deadly
slaughter sounds the Iraise of Ma
thanel Bacon, and inscribcs the name, il
golden letters, high upon the architecture Of
our National Pantheon.