Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1858-01-07

SlOrlOuS scars, GndC naQ Deen so 0ICen fearless
ly barred to the murderous charge of an enc
my, now heaved and contracted from the in
tense emotions within, while his tottering limbs
almost refused to do their Office.
My daughter my daughter !" at last
broke from the lowest depths of his overload
ed heart, and staggering forward, would have
leaned upon her for support, but with mourn
ful gesture she arrested his footsteps, and mo-
toned him back.
The War Eagle no longer has daugh-
ter let him not rest until he has avenged her
wrongs"
And in q few more words her story was soon
told how her beauty had been the cause of
her misfortune, and at last through mere STRAIT
agem had effected her escape and how for
many long and weary mile, she had dragged
her tired limbs through the painless forests
and the deep snow, and at last had arrived to
unravel the mystery and die among her friends
The countenance of War Eagle, as he lis
tened to the story of his daughters wrongs,
was like the overcharged heavens, black and
foreboding with pent up fury, and only relax
ing to change into stern and iron purpose,
as relentless and lasting as the Alpine sum-
mits. For moment there was silence, and
the dusky throng all stood transixed, with
eyes intent upon the death-iike tableaux-
But 1T was but a moment when the muscles of
War Eagle were hardened like Pyrean mar
BILE, and the veins started out npon his brow
like whipcordS, and convulsiyely his hand wan
dered along his belt until it encountered the
handle of his tomahawk.
The daughter of War Eagle was not born
to disgrace rather let her die, than live dis
honored. The shades of her mother stand
ready to welcome her entrance into the Spirit
Land CO."
And as the last word died from the chief
tain's lips, his hatchet cleaned for a moment
in fiery circle, and then followed the sound
of a dead and Sickening blow and the spirit
of Leonia had taken its departure for eysian
fields
The countenance of the parent, now that
the deed was done, relaxed its iron rigidity,
and bending over the lifeless form, stood rivet-
ed in all the elcquence of grief. Gone, for
ever gone left all alone at the close of fe'S
ftful day, with the shades of night gathering
thick about him. And as the cruel thought
in all its bitterness, came like a blight over
his spirits, the last earthly tie was severed,
and he lOused to join his wife and daughter
in the bright hunting grounds Of the Spirit
Land But as he looked about, and his eye
encountered the swarthy forms of his braves
clustered around him, the memory of Leonia'S
wrongs called for vengeance
We will once more drop the curtain over
the present scene, and raise it a few months
in advance disclosing picture in the history
Of Indian warfare Hate like love in the breast
of War Eagle stopped not on this side OF the
grave his enmty was implacable and nought
could be expected now but war of extirmu-
alton. A few insignificant SkirmlShes had TAX
en- place but otherwise the two respective
tribes had done little else, than prepare for
coming hostities, gathering all their latent en-
ergies, and dormant powers into activity,
against the time when the result of a general
battle would determine the future of the two
nations. They were encamped respectively up
on the east and west banks of theCalumet river
the Rubcon that separated their hunting
grounds, and them as different tribes.
For several days they bad remained in this
position, each awaiting for the attack to be
commenced from the opposite side. Until at
last weary of inactivity, War Eagle as beau
tiful Spring morning as nature ever smiled
upon, ed his warriors down to the waters edge
and commenced fording the stream. With ri
flcs poised above their heads, and hatchets
cleaning iu their uplifted hands, slowly and
steadily, as the march of contagion, did that
band of duSky heroes, march into the open
jaws of destruction All was silent, and death
Ike upon the opposite shore !; not human
form to be seen, nor a stir among the foliage
while the unsteady splashing tramp of the null
titude as they stemmed the current only broke
the solitude. They had passed the middle Of
the stream and were beginning to emerge from
the water, when trembling and quivering
rustic agitated the bushes, followed by the
fearful and unearthly war-whoop. The shrill
note was yet ringing in the ear, when quick as
the descending bolt of heaven, flash followed
fash, aud report succeeded report, until it SEEM
ed as if those peaceful banks had become the
battle ground between the angels and demons.
The waters of the Calumet were fast growing
red with the blood of the Illinois but they
faltered not nor paused but with eyes fixed
upon those death vomiting thckets, they
sternly faced the storm of leaden hail, under
whose showers they were dropping and falling
like the leaves of Autumn before gale.
In vain did the War Eagle hurl his shatter-
ed band again and again upon that fatal bank
again and again was the determined charge
met Oy the ceaSeleSS storm OF outlets, ana tne
scanty remnant driven back, while the corpseS
of their comrades were strewed thick and ghost
y upon the beach. At length with his grey
hair scattered and streaming in the wind, and
his eyes flashing like two glowing Goals of fire,
the aged but erect form of War Eagle tower
ed for a moment in the advance of his braves,
and then shouting forth his terrible war cry,
once more, and, now at their head, he hurled
them like an Alpine avalanche upon the death
dealing shore. In vain did that storm of balls
now pour thick and fast among them War
Eagle was at their head They mounted the
disputed bank, and in a moment were engaged
in hand to hand encounter for life and death