Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1857-12-09

I gle. there seized HIM, and with his superior
| strength bound him hand and foot, and car
ried him to the cave.
"Mc no hurt you-me save your wife and
baby-great war-much blood-be still IL
Then putting gun into his sons hands, he
said, ssif he makes noise shoot him. and to
his daughter, s.cook his dinner-feed him.
Poor George Ryerson! Fear curdied the
very blood in his veins, his knees shook, his
| brain reeled, he thought of the loved ones
at home; but he had perfect confidence in the
integrity of the being before him he knew
| the uselessness of remonstrance, and only said,
| as the door of the cave was darkened by the
retreating form, ssRemember." lie was an
swered: s.Eagle Eye is not dog that he
| should die.''
| Descending the mountain he was met by a
| party of John Buffers men, who seemed in
clined to watch him, and he turned another
| way.
ssHe is not false,'' they said, sshe is hunting
| in the mountain When he descended into
the valley the human blood hounds were al
ready on their relentless track, too busy to
notice him as before. He hurried to the house
| of his friend to find it already deserted. he
walked on towards the fort his eye scanning
narrowly every human face. When he came
within reach of its guns he said, ssthey are safe,
tt is well, !" and taking another path than which
| he came, he turned to his home in the noun
tain. He spoke few words to Blue Bird, in
their own language, the meaning of which was,
| ssWhen the battle is hottest tomorrow, be
there in the rear with the squaws; when L
| f,,r 70 In. bO
| shall touch the wife of Eagle Eye ~
There in that lone mountain cave, dwelt
George Ryerson and his family until all was
safe ; cared and provided for by the Indian
and his family. When he said, ssit is time, -
they went forth into the world again, to weep
over the cruelty of Christian man, and the
desolatien of the loveliest valley whose green
pastures ever slept beneath the sun.
There, near the blackened ashes of their for
mer dwelling, they reared another cottage,
fenced their broad fields anew, and by indus
try, frugality and patience, gathered slowly a.
round them all the comforts and luxuries
which men truly need below.
Seasons came and went; the rain and the
sunshine bleached out from the valleys face
the crimson records of the past and time,
which mellows all things, mingled with waters
of memory the sweet lothe of forgetfulness;
George and Mary Ryerson were happy in love,
security and liberty; America is free.
On a sweet spring morning the door of their
home was darkened by the entrance of Eagle
| Eve his wife and children. A few white hairs
have blended with the raven locks of the pa
rents, which told they had suffered, for they
were still in the full vigor of life; and the
children were tall and comely, the youth ap-
parently seventeen, the maiden about two years
younger.
ssSit down. my friends, and let talk to-
gether.''
Eagle Eyes voice was husky, and slightly
tremulous as he spoke.
awe may now sit down in your cabin, for
the sun walks on; our journey is long and
weary /; We are come to say farewell. We are
sick with the foolshneSs of our tribe; the
Great Spirit has turned away his face. They
shed the blood of the pale face, who never
hurt them, and the Great White Father, Wash
incton. has sent men to waste their corn, burn
their wigwams, and drive them away like chati
when the wind is high; they are sick, and
their medicine men are women; their braves
faint ere the sun is low. We so to the hunt
6 ing grounds of the West, to build US cabin
by the spring and dwell there with our child
ren forever"
He turned away to hide the emotion which
swelled his great heart almost to bursting ,eacf
pressed the hands of their white friends in 81
, lence, and all turned mournfully away.
ssGod bless you, our preserver, and the best
t Of brothers, said George, seizing his hand
and shutting it upon purse of gold; but he
f dared not look him in the face, for his OWE
heart was full-and Eagle Eye gazed upor
: them no more.
4 Mary leaned her head upon her husband:
4 breast, and wept loud and bitterly. Memory
4 was busy with the past.
c confession OF MURDERERs.--Henry Fif
o and Charlotte Jones, two of the persons con
l. victed in Pittsburgh of the murder of Georg
|, Wilson and Elizabeth NJ Masters near Mixes
II port, in Allegheny county ,have confessed tha
u they committed the murders, and have exon
n Grated Monroe Stewart, who was convicte
o with them as an accomplice, from all partici
patton in the crime. This is an impoatan
e confession to Stewart, and will most probaoi.
e save his neck.
THE beauty of a woman transcehds al o'i0
- forms of beauty. as well in the sweetness
;ts suoqestion as in the delicious fervor OF TN
. admiration it awakens- Ihe oea"ty Vi io'e
+ ,v woman is an inspiration--a sweet deilrlun