Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1855-10-18

swceter to Him the simple prayer they sobbed in

sWceter 10 nun the simple prayer they sobned IN
to his ear, than the grandest requiem. ,
1t was nearly noon when the boys left the little
valley, and took their way toward the fort They
had first visited the ruins of their house. end
searched around them and the garden diligently,
but vainly, for any trace of their mother, and
nurse, and sister. From tree in the little orchard
they filled their basket with apples and set forth.
They had advanced but mile or two the
dark, winding forest path, when they heard be-
fore them the sound of footsteps and voices. III
their sudden terror, thinking only of sayages,
they fed into tie tlckest rccesses 9th woods,
When their alarm had passed and they soughtto
regain the path they found to their griefand dis
may that they had lost it, Still they kept on-
apparently at random--but angel-guided, itscem-
ed, in the direction of the fort. Yet night came
upon them in the dense, gloomy wood, and, at
last, very weary and sorrowful they sank down;
murmured their broken prayers, and ciasped in
each others arms fell into a chill and troubled
sleep.
Douglas was awakened in the early morning.
by touch on his shoulder He spraug to his
feet, and confronted-ISrant! Behind the chief
stood a small band of savage attendants, eagerly
cycling the young 'palcfac as though their
fingers itched to be among their curls.
"Who are youi" asked the warrior sternly.
Tam Douglas Lindsay; and this is my broth
er, Angus Lindsay"
"1s Captain Lindsay your father"
"lie cas our father" replied Douglas with a
passionate burst of tears; hut We ken weel O.
nough we hae no father moo, sim we've murder
ed him. Ay, puir auld payio, and the wee BARN
Archie, We divilsl"
mo, boy" replied Brant in not ungentlc
tone, 1--WE did not murder your father. / am
nv to hear he has been killed. lie was a brave
man, and never took part with the rebels. L
promised him my protection. 1t must have been
some of Captain Buffers men; they are about
now would have risked my life to have saved
his will protect his children. Where wcre
You gongl"
ITO the fort" put in littlo Angus eagerly.
"May be We shall find mither,and Etiie, and Jen-
ME a there. Oh Mister Thayendenags, tax
to the fort, if it's no too far, fer We hse lost
our way"
Brant-who was an educated man, andh lit
tie of the Indian in his appearance or speech
smiled to hear himself sddressed by his pompous
Indian name "a stroke ofpolicy o. the lads party
and replied' THAT is easy to do. Cherry Valley
is just over the hill, only little way of. Let us
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Saying this, and briefly commanding lis war
riors to remain where they were, until he should
return-an order received in sullen silence by
the savages, who glared ferociouSly ON their lost
prey-thc chief strobe forward through the for
rest, followed by the two boys. When they rea-
ched the brow of the hill overlooking the settle
mcnt, he paused and said 81 had better not go
any further will wait here till see you safo.
Good byc Tell your mother that Brant did not
kill her brave husband. Say hos sorry about
it-go."
The children sought to express their tanks but
he waved them away, and stood with folded
arms under the shade of gigantic oak, watctIs
ing them as they descended the hill
Mrs. LinJfsays story is soon told. On the day
Of the massacre she heard the firing in the har-
vest Geld, and from the windows of the house
witnessed the brief struggle of her husband and
Davie with their foes. The fearful sight at first
ban ,ha5 faoi -b1,t har
baby reused her from her stupor of grief and
terror She snatched the infant from the cradle
and rushed with it into the woods followed BY
Jenny, the maic The two women concealed
themselves so efcctually in the thick under
brush that they remained undiscovered, though
the shouts of the sayages came 10 their ears with
horrible distincness, and even the place Of their
burning home Redeemed the sunlight that strug
gled though the thick foliage above them.
When at length the party left the little valley
it passed within few yards of the fugitiyes,
Oh! how fervently the mother thanked God that
her baby slept TRANQUILITY on her bosom, and by
no cry betrayed their hiding place They did
not venture to leave their eafy sanctuary until
evening. They were on the side of the clearing
opposite the haryest-ield, aud near the road
leading TO Cherry Valley This they found, and
set out at onco for the settlement, which they
reached in safety about midnight, and were
kindly received at one Of the fortified houses.
The next day party Of brave men, moved by
the passionate entreates of the two women, set
out On what was thought hopeless search for
Captain Lindsay, his sons and servant. They
reached the harvest-tieid in safety land found tho
bodies rs they had becnlcft, hastily buried them,
and, after vainly seeking fer the missing boys,
returned to Cherry Valley, taking dread GER
tainty and faint hope to the afflicted wife and
mother.
Frustrated by her fearful bereavement, yet not
wholly desparIng, worn with cruel anxioties
n I,..4 Il
ed ovsr by her faithful nurse. She awohe in
tho early morning raised herself eagerly from
her pillow, looked around and them sank back
in tears.
ooh Jenny" said She 81 hae had sic bless
ed dream ] dreamed my twa boys--only
twa moo Jenny my brave Douglass and the
bonnie Angus-coming over the hill wi the sun
rise. But they I'll no, come amy mair-thcy ara
a taken fra me--a' but this we bit barne, she
murmurcd, pressing hee babe to her bosom, aud
sprinkling its brow with the bitter baptism %
her tears. For some minutes she lay thus, vice.
ping with all that fresh realization of sorrow
and desolation which comes with tho iirsl ava
kening from sleep after great bereavement.
Then she arose and tottercd away from the bed
saying, Lift the window, Jenny, naun look
on the hill Of my dream
Jenny obeyed and supported her mistress, as
she looked out on the lovely landscape, kind
liEe in the light of an August morning "Ah.
low corn on the Hill side, and the dark pines
above-the soft blue Of the sky--the clouds o
rosy and golden and the glory of the sunlight
spread n abroad like the smileo' the Lord on his
wicked aud waefu world. And--look look
Oh, mercifu' God-thcrearc the bairns."
This history, fortunately, bas nothing to do
with the terrible ;uassacres and burnings, which
few months later, desoiated Cherry Valley and
the neighboring settlements, Mrs. Lindsay and
her children were then sstc n.:he city of New
York., Immediatly on the close OF the war they
returned to their friends in Scotland,
Among the Highlands, Angus Lindsay los:
his extreme delicacy ofheath, whit, gradually
his mysterious faculty; yet he was ever singu-
larly sensitive, thoughtful and imaginative; ans
when he grew into manhood, though not recog-
njzed as a seer or prophet, he was accorded
title which comprehended the greatest nttribu-
ties of both-POet.
Mrs Lindsay returned to the family estate
with her children but the widow Of her hus-
bands friend was not deprived of her sad sanc-
tuary, to which che had finally dearer, if not
more sacred right the home Of her daughter.
tho wife OF Douglas Lindsay.
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L S. LAWS N TIE TERRToRIRs.-Attor-