Smyrna times., 1857-11-04


Epps, so chilled that she died without being able
to tell the name of the child in her bosom. The
child could only tell that her name was Mary.
Mrs. Epps had a child named Mary, so, to dis
tingulsh them, at Z" old Peters" suggestion the
stranger was called Molly. She possessed de-
cided character, seeming, as "old Peter" said,
"mighty grand in her spirit.''
When considered old enough, Molly was
sent to school with Colonel Epps' Children
The master, &" determined to begin as he could
hold out" disliked the steady look of Molly's
tranquil eye.
"What is your name, girl !' he shortly de-
manded.
Molly"
"Molly what %
Molly-nothing.
"What!" exclaimed he, sharply, while
suppressed laugh fell on his ear from all direc-
tions.
Moliy-nOthing ;" was answered promptly.
"Do you see this - he asked, taking his
ferule.
yes, SIR"
"Then give me your name-your whole
name--or | shall bring it out of you with my
terule. Are you going to tell me! 2"
"No, sir; I've told you all ! can tell"
"You have, eh p! Hold out your hand!"
A strong, sharp blow fell upon Molly's little
palm. succeeded by passionate scream. In
fiourishing the Eerule, it struck the desk and
fell from the masters hand He stooped to re.
cover it, when, swift as IN arrow, Molly dartod
upon his head, and thrusting her aching hand
into his locks, while with the other she held his
head down, in the energy of desperation,
brought out a lock of his hair, which she held
up in triumph TO his bewiIdered recognition
In another instant she rushed to the door, and
without hood or blanket, ran home.
Molly delighted in equestrian feats, and she
could without effort control the most spirited
horses. One day, having rode alone to- the
next settlement, in hope of finding letters from
a friend engaged at Ticonderoga, she was re-
turning thoughtfully, when, coming to lonely
spot, at distance from a Luman habitation, a
young Indian in full war dress sprang out from
his hlding-place, with an eye which boded no
good. Black Princess-her horse-stopped
and breathed furiously, as was her habit when
alarmed.
Go on, like DART" said Molly, in hurried
accents But before Black Princess could move.
the Indian seized the bride firmly with one
hand, while with the other he aimed his toma-
hawk at Molly's head.
At the first touch of the bride the horse
sprang backward, and rearing almost perpen-
to the imminent risk of Molly's los
ing her seat, she came down, striking the Ia
dian with her hoof so sharply upon his breast
that he fell instantly 20 the ground. She then,
with fierce tread, passed over his body, leav-
ing him nsensible.
"WeI done, my noble Princess !" cried Mol
ly; ga second time have you bravely saved my
llfe!" Giving the rein to the horse, she sped
forward as rapidly as possible.
In a quarrel between two Indian chiefs,
friend of Moly's-Jane MacCrea-whose story
is contained in our Revolutionary annals, was
killed aud scalped by an Indian who, erasping
the long curls, hourished the scalp before the
savages with yells of triumph.
This was too much for Molly's endurance
Seizlng the tomahawk which lay on the ground,
she threw it with all the violence in her power
at the head of the chief who held the scalp. 1t
missed him, but struck another Indian who
stood a few steps behind, fatally cleaving his
skull. The Indians set up furious war-cry,
and bound Molly to a tree to be burned alive.
This was prevented by the approach of soldiers
from the American camp.