Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-08-11
From Tie HntckerJorker for july.
Capt. Dfaly and Cornplanse-.
A LEGEND OF TIE ALLEGHANY RIVER.

Many of the wild legends of border
strife and Indian barbarity that have been
enacted along the shores of the Allegheny
and Ohio, have never been rescued from
the dim and fading remembrances of a past
age. But occasionally story Of thrilling
interest is snatched from the lingering
records of the Indian.
The story am about to relate, I receiv-
ed from an old Indian pilot Of the Ale
ghany. 1t was many years ago, at the
time when the stern old chief Corn plan
ter, (whose remains now repose in silence
and loneliness on the banks OF the beaute-
Gus river he loved so well } was in his gIo-
~. His tribe roamcd over the dense and
and unbroken forests that lined its banks,
fearless, unmolested and free.
His people were hostile to the whites,
and never lost any opportunity to lie in
ambush and seize the lone ly voyager as he
descended the river, and consign him to
the stake and the torture. But the watch
full, shrewd, and deadly foe of the chief,
and the whole 'tawny race was the in
domitable and fearless Capt. Samuel Bra
dy. This veteran pioneer and Indian hun
ter was one of those noble specimens OF
the hardy forestcrs who plunged tearessly
into the interminable forests that then over
spread SO large portion Of tho Western
States.
Like Daniel Boon, Lewis Wetzel, Simon
Kenton and others, who made Indian hun
ting a pastime, his deadly hate of the In
dian, and his burning passion for hunting
them down, amounted to monomania.
This hatred was in consequence of the
wrongs they had inflicted upon his family
his father, Capt. John Brady, and his
brother having fallen victims to the toma-
hawk and scalping- g-knite.
The scene Of the present story is at a
place known to boatmen and raf:smen as
'Brady's bend and where now the noise
and hustle OF new manufacturing town
called the Great Western echoes along
the shores that when echoed only to the
whoop of the savage or the scream of the
panther.
1t is bend in the river ofninc miles in
length, IN sometimes called the Nine
Mile Bend, and is scarcel y half mile in
width q :ro 8 the neck. Here in this bend
Cornplanter returning from some success
full inroad upon the whites, had secured
several prisoners by tying them to as many
trees, while his swarthy and hitleously
painted followers were busy in making
preparations for the fAggot and the tor
ture.
The stake was erected and the faggots
prepared with all the GOODNESS and refine
ment of Indian barbarity. 1t was beau
tiful evening the sun was justsinking be-
hind the loftly bill upon the opposite shore.
Calmness had thrown its oily wand upon
the Alleghany's crystal tide; add it slept.
The full round moon, just bursting through
the tree tops behind, sailed calmly through
the distant blue, and cast its mellow beams
upon the sleeping river, and danced upon
ITS placid bosom.
The melancholy note of the whipporwill
from the adjoining thicket, fell softly upon
the ear. The victims were bound and led
forth to the place Of torture. At this mo-
ment a voice, high up among The frowning
rocks that loomed out from among the
thick hemlocks that crowned the hill op-
posite, hailed Cornplanter in the Indian
tongue, informing him that he was an In
dian warrior Just returned from the war
path with agoodly number of prisoners
He desired that the ceremo onics Of the tor.
ture might be suspended until he could