Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1855-03-31

The Lost Sister CT Wyoming;

Among the inhabitants of the beautiful val
ey Of Wyoming, at the period Of its invasion
by that bI0Od-thirstv band Of tories and savages
who, with barbarity seldom epualled, laid
waste and destroyed every vcstige Of that love
" settlement, numbering the inhabitants and
driving off their cattle, was a Quaker by the
name Of Jonathan Slocum, whose peaceful dis
position and many acts of kindness 10 The In
dian<, saved his dwelling from the torch and
his family from annoyance, while his ncighbors
were butchered. their homes burnt. and their
children taken captive. This impunity, how
ever, was Of short duration. Mr. Slocum had
a son, Giles, who was in the battle. and it is
supposed that the Indians, becoming aware of
the fact, determined on a bloody revenge. In
the family Of Mr.. : was the wife of neigh
bor, who had been taken captive by the In
dians, and her two sons, one ffteen the other
twelve years Of age. One morning in Novem-
Der, some four months after the bloody massa-
ere which made the valley desolatian, par
" of rcd-skin warriors was seen prOwling
around the vicinity of WiIkes-barre Fort The
two boys had gone to the grindstone to sharp
en- knife, and the women were engaged in
their domestic duties, when Mrs Socum was
startled by shot, and a shrek from one of
the boys. Stepping to the door she beheld a
swarthv warrior, in the act Of scalping the old
est boy with the knife he had been grinding.
IIorrorstricken at the sight, she staggered
back, and was followed by the Indian, with the
still warm and reeking scalp in his hands
Looking about him for plunder, he discovered
nothing to tempt his cupidity, worth the risk
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who stood in his way as he turned to the door.
Selling him in his arms ne was about to depart,
when Mrs s., with all mothers feeling, caught
him by the arm and besought him, in tones of
earnest entreaty, not to deprive her Of her boy.
See ! said she, he can do thee no good, he
is lame" Dropping the boy, he took up lit
Tie daughter Of five years, who had crOuched
IN fear behind hi@h-backed chair, and was
making his way out. when the mother again
stopped him and plead for her child In the
most pathetic tones, she implorcd him to leave
her brght-eyed darling; the light of her home
and the 10Y of her household As well might
she have wasted her words upon the stern rocks
Or the idle wind; the rugged nature of the saw
arc was not to be moved by the earnest APP
PoaA of the pale-faced squaw Graspng with
one hand the mantle which enwrapped him, and
with the other the dress of her child, she clung
TO both with tenacity which had we'll nigh
accomplished her purpose. Finding himself
HapeCed in his exit, and fearful of approaching
assistance, the savage drew his tOmahawk, and
fased it to finish, at blow, her importantly
and her life. Reading in his eyes his stern de-
termination, and wrought to pitch of agony,
beyond which her system refused to go, she
Welded her grasp, and sank in Swoon at his
'et The Indian, relieved of her annoyance,
l:o" 10" took his departure with little Frances in
-s arms, and as he passed through the yard,
%.led upon the other son Of Mrs. Kingsley,
nlom he also bore off as prisoner. All this
naS but the scene Of a few moments yet how
"lgh OF terror, and heart-breaking agony was
TT,'1raced u, within that short period of time
d dio" many years of terrible suspense and deep
v~iipalr had their birth in those fgw brief mo-
asn,s; Mrs Kingsley who had stood, a ter
s,ns1 oeholder of the scene, when she saw her
syond and only living child torn from her and
% MO can'ivity, sank nader the affection