Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-05-13
FREEHOLD. N. j. THgRsBs| MORNING. MAY

manufacture and fought with an energ,
deserving success. His last drink began
to tell. Maddened by resistance, his
blood coursed like, molten lead through
his veins. In a perfect frenzy, he plunged
the knife again into the struggling female
No longer could a mothers love sustain
her. Torn, bleeding, weak from loss Of
blood, SHE fell. To make sure work, with
another lnhuman blow he pierced the
heart of his victim. With a g~urgline
sound, the life blood slowly gushed from
the CHASTITY wound.
Selling a large stone, he assembled the
steep stairway. With delight do angels
contemplate the scene that there met his
gaze. In a low bed four children in the
flush of youth lay fast asleep. Their sound
slumsers had not been disturbed by the
struggle that had left them motherless.
But, alas they were never to know their
loss. Blow after blow sent their innocent
spirits to a home beyond the skies.
The bloody deed was finished. Already
had his ~vengeful hand been stepped in
the blood of five fellow creatures. But
the sacrifice was not yet complete. A
low sound fell upon The quick ear of the
Indian. 1t came from a cradle in a dist
ant corner. Thitherward he turned his
murderous steps. There lay a bright
babe kicking and cooling in all its bright
loneliness. 1t raised its chubby arms and
laughing eyes toward the cruel man.
How could he resist that mute appeal.
dis savage heart was touched. He had
turned away and had even gone some pa
ees from the scene of bloodshed. He re-
peated of his deed of mercy. s''Tis but
the germ of q future foe, why should it
live ? Spares any man the viper's young?
Let the Great Spirit decide. | will drop
this stone into the well. If the water
remains smooth the child shall live, if not
the Great Spirit frowns and it must de-"
So spoke Mohawk. Qniek the snaeoths
neared the CLASSY surface. Giro
ling from where it fell, the tiny waves
rolled back against the jutting wall.
THE Great Spirit frowned. The child
must die" Again did the bloody red man
enter the low door. Again did he ascend
the rude steps. Again did he see the
laughing, innocent babe. But now his
heart is steeled. With one fell blow he
sealed its sparkling eyes in everlasting
darkness. Would that the bloody picture
could be blotted forever from sight
Would that it might sink unknown into
the deep silence of the grave. But thus
it may not be.
The retiring form of the savage is seen
by an approaching white man. 1t is the
hI1ohop nd n,d fofbon .nLo IA oan cl,o,k
hour before had left his home rejoicing in
health and every worldly source of happi-
ness, unconscious of his sad bereavement,
he nears the house. Now he whistles a
~lightsome ditty. Now he marks the an
tics of the faithful dog.
He ONE to the door-no smiling wife
greets his return-no loving children run
to meet him. His hand is upon the latch.
A fearful quietness causes an involuntary
shudder, He opens. O God what a
scene there meets his eye. There lay
the companion of his bosom, pale and mo-
tionless in death and her hearts last
drop standing in pools upon the cabin
hoor. Again and again he called her
name. But no sound comes from the life.
less corpse. A fearful idea crossed his
mind. With bound he mounts the mar
row stair case. One glance revealed the
terrible truth. Thick darkness gathered
around him. His brain reeled. His
heart gave one convulsive throb. There
was a heavy fall, and the strong man lay
as ~lifeless ..as the mangled bodies by
which she was surrounded.
With an aohinn bao,f ba ao,sL+ bic
neighbors. Whilst some returned to pay
the last sad tribute Of respect to the de-
parted others went in search Of the muir
derer. He was found-a severe struggle
ensued, but he vas compelled to yield to
superior force. Prompted by their excl
ted feelings, some proposed to hang him
to the nearest limb. Order triumphed,
and having been given into the hands of
an officer he vas conveyed to the county
Jail. His trial came on and conviction
followed.
A deputation from his tribe visited him
in prison. By them he was presented
with white moccasins, and other insignia
Of his burial garb. Together they chant
ed the niournful death song, then took a
last farewell. The day of exception was
appointed. Swift the time approached.
As the last rays of the setting sun tinged
the surrounding hills the drop fell and
Mohawk was no more.
10 this day the resting place Of the
herce red man is pointed out with a shud,
der and the events recorded here
when told by white haired grandmas,
make happy children nestle cowingly
around the blazing hearth.
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