The western Democrat. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1852-1870, 1855-04-27

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battle ground. Morgan was seated at the foot OF
the oak, its trunk supporting his head. The rag
ged and uneven ground that surrounded him was
covered with the slain, the once white and pro-
Jecl'ng rocks, bleached by the sun and rain Tor
centuries. were crimsoned with blood that had
warmed the heart and animated the bosom Of the
soldier.
The pale glImmering Of the moon occasionally
threw faint light upon the manged bodies OF the
dead; then passing cloud enveluped all in dark.
ness, and gave additional terror to the feeble cries
Of few still lingering in the last agonies OF pro.
tracted death. rendered doubly appalling by The
hoarse growl OF the bear, the loud no Ul of the
"OII, and the shr and varied notes of the wild
cat and The panther, feeding on The dead nd dying
Morgan beheid the scene with heart rending sem
sations, and looked forward with the apathy of
! despair on his end.
A large ferocious looking bear, covered all over
with blood, now approached him; he threw him
self on the ground, and silently commended his
soul TO Heaven and in breathess anxiety, awaited
his fate. The satiated animal slowly passed
without noticing him. Morgan raised his head
and was about 10 offer his thanks for his uncx-
Pected preservation, when the cry of pack Of
! wolves opened upon him, and awakened him to
sense oil danger. He placed his hands over his
eyes, fell on his face, and in silent agony awaited
his fate.
Tie now beard a rushing In the bushes steps
approached, cold chill ran over him. Imaginn-
ton, creative, busy imagination, actively
poyed death the most horrible awaited him :;
his limbs would in all probability be torn from
him, and he devoured alive. He felt touch the
vital spark was almost extinguished. Another
touch, more violent than the first, and he was
turned over. The culd sweat ran down in tor
rents; his hands were violently forced from his
lace. The moon passed from under cloud a
faint ray beamed upon him, his eyes invoIuntariIy
opened, and he beheld his wife, who, n a scarcely
audible voice, exclaimed "My husband my hus.
band! - and fell upon his bosom.
Morgan now learned from his wife that after
the Indians entered the house they found some
spirits, of which they drank freely. An aterca-
ton soon took place; one OF them received
mortal stab and fell the blood ran through the
floor on her. Believing it to be the blood Of her
husband, she shrieked aloud, and thus betrayed
the place Of her concealment. She was instantly
taken and bound. The party, after setting fire
to the house, proceeded to Bryants Station,
On the day of the battle of the Blue Licks, a
horse with "a: 5dle and bride rushed by her.
which she knew to be her husbands. During the
action the prisoners were left Unguarded :; made
their escape and lay concealed beneath some
bushes near the bank Of the river. After the In
dams had returned from the pursuit, and left The
battle ground, she, with some other persons who
escaped with her, determined 10 make search for
their friends, and if the field, and living. to
save them from the beasts of prey. after search
ing Tor some time. and almost despairing OF
cess, she fortunately discovered him.
The party Of Col. Logan found Morgan and his
wife. and restored them to their friends, their in
fant and their home.