The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1855-10-18

ing OF my own heart. The savage still
approached. My companion laid his hand
on my arm, and pointed from my rife tt
one of the Indians. | understood him.
At this juncture the advancing savage
warned of our presence by the cracking
of an unlucky twig beneath my compan.
ions foot, sprang back with loud yell
towards the fire.
"Now," said my companion.
Quick as lightning I raised my piece
and fired. My companion did the same
The retrating savage and one of his COM
panions fell dead on the ground. Each
of us then sprang to tree, loading as We
ran. It was well that we did it, for in
an instant the enemy was upon us. Shall
I describe that dreadful fight? My emo
ton forbids it. A few minutes decided it..
Fighting from tree to tree; lodging load
ing, and endeavoring to get sight of foe,
we kept up the conflict for nearly five
minutes, at the end of which time l found
myself wounded, while four out of the
six savages lay PROSTATE on the ground.
The other two finding their companions
dead, and dispairing of being able to car
ry off their prisoner, suddenly rushed on
her, and before we could interpose, had
seized their hapless victim. had only
been prevented hitherto from rescuing
Kate, by the knowledge that an attempt
Of this kind while the savages were still
numerically superior to US, would end in
the certain ruin of US both; but cow worlds
could not have restrained me; and club
bing my ri fe, for the piece was unloaded,
l dashed out from my covert, shouting to
my companion:
"On, on! in Gods name on!"
"Take care of the taller varmint," he
thundered.
The warning was too late. In the tu-
multi of my feelings had not observed
that tho savage furthest from me had his
piece loaded, and before could avail my
self of my companions cooler observation,
l received the ball in my right arm, and
my rife fell and my arm dropped power
less by my side. Had l not sprang in
voluntarily aside, at my companions cry,
| should have been shot through the head
"On, on" groaned in agony, as l
seized my tomahawk in my almost use
less left hand.
"Stoop;" said my companion, "stoop
lower" and as I did so, his rife cracked
on the still air, and the Indian fell dead.
All this had hardly occupied an instant.
[ was now within few feet of the one [
loved, who was struggling in the grasp
of the other Indian. He had already en-
twined bis hands in her hair; his toma-
hawk was already cleaning in the setting
sun. Never shall I forget the locke of de-
moniac fury with which the wretch glar-
ed on his victim. A second only was left
for hope. My companion was far behind
with his rifle unloaded. I made des-
perate spring forward, and hurled my
tomahawk at the savage's head. God of
my fathers! the weapon whizzed harm
lessly by the wretch, and buried itself
quivering in the trunk of a neighboring
tree. I groaned aloud in agony; there
was a yell of triumph in the air sudden
flashing in the sun like glancing knife,
and-but | cannot 60 on.
She who loved as my own life; she
who was the purest and loveliest of her
sex;she with whom I had promised myself
long life of happiness; ah! must I say it
SHE lay a mangled corpse at my feet!
But her murderer-aye, he was cloven to
the breast BY blow from his own tom
ahawk which had wrenched from him,
with the strength of dozen men,"
The old man ceased; big tears rolled
down his furrowed face, and his frame
shook with emotion. | saw the remem-
brance of the past was too much for him,
and | sat down by his side in silence.
| subsequently heard his sad tale from
others, and then learned the manner in
which Kate had been carried off. The
old mans companion was right. She had
been made prisoner by predatory
band of Indians, who had followed But
Ter, and deserted him Immediately after
the massacre.
Beautiful as is the valley of Wyoming,
l never have seen it from that day to this,
without thinking of the sad fate of KATE
BEVERLY.