Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-03-04

they all passed 1t. In a long file theJ
ran along the side of a river which flow.
ed there. Suddenly Tomawa heard a
noise upon the hill, and stopped, while his
followers gathered around him. There
they stood together in a throng, silent
and m~etionless.
There came a loud cry from the hill,
the rocky height, and from ameng the
thick trees that grew there-a loud, deep
Infringing cry. I-nstantaneouely a sud-
den flash burst before the astonished eyes
OF the Indians, a loud roll of guns fred,
and the thick shower of death-winged
bullets came pouring into their ranks
They fell in heaps, and before they could
get over the shock, another volley came
Tomawa say his men fall around him,
the bravest of his warriors grooming in
the agonies of death, and his strong
heart throbbed with feverish excitement.
With a loud whoop, and screaming the
war cry, he rushed toward the wood
His men heard the cry, and came follow
ing swiftly after. But, as they advanced
a crowd of white men came bounding
from their places of coneealment. They
leaped from behind trees; from among
rocks they forced in from every side up
on the Indians. There might be seen the
utmost efforts of savage bravery, and the
mightiest exhibitions of European cour
age. The voice Of Bolton was heard. 1t
was the same voice which had startled
them first. He shouted aloud to his men,
and they thronged the spot where stood
their savage foes.
The Indians poured a volley upon their
enemies, and then, the guns being useless
they came to close quarters, armed with
knife and Ratchet. Tomawa welded his
with frightful strength. Wrath and DIES.
pair shot their deep lightnings from his
eyes. The white men fell beneath his
blows. But his W men were fast fall
ing-few% remained to stand by his side.
e Ny people-all goneI The Omahaws
are swept away will die with them!n
He cried this in saddened tones, and
sprang upon Bolton, uttering a fierce and
yengeful cry. Bolton leaped aside and
caught his arm. Then Tomawa Selling
his keen knife in his left hand, raised It
above his head. Bolton struck al his up
lifted arm. The blow was avoided by
Tomawa.
"Die!' yelled the Infatuated chief.
But a strong hand seized his uplifted
arm from behind. Bolton clutched his
throat-others sprang upon him and
brought him to the ground. There were
deep gaspings, and low groans, and fercs
cries, as the powerful chief struggled
with his enemies. They leaped upon hin
they bound his arms with strongest cords
they fastened his feet, and, then placing
him upon a hastily constructed litter
and bore him to the village.
All was still and peaceful for the re
mainder of the night. The combat haG
lasted about an hour. 1t was long after
midnight when they entered the village
with their prisoner. He was placed in
strong confinement.
Morning came. Tomawa was taken
from his prison and carried to a large
house, used for the purpose of justice OF
public meetings. Bolton sat there stern
and i~mmoveable. The Indian was led in.
With a proud and lofty look, he c%onfron.
ted his p%itiless judges. He was placed
upon the left side. Shortly after, the
door opened, and one entered, the sight
Of whom made Tomawa tremble with
fury.
Il was Matkorse!
de cast his eyes upon the foor, not ven
turing to look at the chief.
"Tomawa.' said Bolton, " what have
you say to preserve yourself from death?'
xiii mel" said Tomawa, haughtily.
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Tomawa clenched his Est, and glanced
terribly at the false Matkeree.
"Tomawa, Chief Of the Omahaws,"
cried Bolton, you sought to kill me-
You were foiled. Yonder your braves
died. You must de-
I am ready" said the Indian.
"But you must have something to say?
Have you no message for your people?"
my people are gone! They are far
beyond the West, in the green hunting
! grounds of Maniton. | will carry them
my message"
But your wives?" ezaa
my wives are dead"
"Yeur children?"
aThey are dsadl All-all are dead
who belonged to Temawap' The chief
hung down his head.
Have you no message for the widows
Of your bravesG
None. They will wait in vain for
the return of their lords. They will fly"
Bolton turned away. Two men came
up to the chief.
YOU
II thank you, Pale, faces-I can die a
warriors death. But he-the medicine
man-what will you do with him?"
He is our friend, and is free"
"Falsel Lead me away then, to DEATH
But as they led him off, a noise wai
heard without. Loud acclamations arose
from a crowd o~fpeople. They drew neal
the hall. The sounds of joy increased
There was q rushing at the door. Arthul
and Allen ran in.