The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1859-08-24

i will just dip my cup in the stream
there said Harry, and try the proper
ties of this water, hold on! put up your
knife until / return. We must start fair!
I object to your cutting off the finest
pieces in advance
Nay, you need not indulge any alarm,
you shall have the first cut; hurry then.
for am famishing
Harry sprang down the bank, and bent
act of dipping up the water an arrow
from some unseen bow pierced his arm
and pinned it, to his side. A sudden
faintness seemed to seize upon him, yet
with his other hand he scooped up the
liquid, and commenced the ascent. But
ere he could reach the top of the bluff, he
sank exhausted upon the sward. Had
not the large trunk of tree interviewed,
he would undoubtedly have rolled down
the mountain again.
This cursed arrow must be poisoned =
he thought, for can feel it's influence
stealing through my system, numbing
and paralyzing my every faculty. If 1
could but make Barton hear! What ho!
brother! Barton!
So rapid had been the action of the ir-
ritating agent, wherewith the weapon had
been charged, that his voice seemed to
have become affected, and he could do
little more than whisper. Meanwhile
Barton had become somewhat annoyed,
at his brothers. absence. He had half a
mind to commence an attack upon the
venison which was fast growing cold,
but he bethought him that he had better
look down upon the river. to see what
detained the youngster. He stood upon
the edge of the bluff, bat as far as he
could see there was no signs of the miss.
ing brother. Barton now grew anxious,
he could form no satisfactory reason for
this disappearance. There could be but
one solution of the mystery: the Decotahs
must have been watching them, and sue
ceeded in capturing Harry. This con-
clusion arrived at, he turned to look far
up the river, where arose upon the still
air tall column of smoke, that told him
that he was near some Indian encamp-
ment.
Yes it must be sol! he muttered, as
an agony offeeling stole across his soul
MY poor brother has been made thus
early in his frontier experience, prisoner
by those cursed savages. But he shall
be rescued, or if too late for that, aveng
| ed!'
Without further delay, he unhitchet
his horse from the limb to which it had
been fastened while quietly grazing, re
placed his saddle, examined the primins
of his rife, and vaulted upon his ami
nal.
Now, Barbary,' he almost shouted
you must bear your part nooly in thi
enterprise. We must bring back m
brother, or not return at ALL
As the sound of the feet footsteps die
in the distance, and an unbroken silenc
brooded once more over the spot, ther
shot from the opposite alk light can
propelled by the practiced hands of
3 young and beautiful forest maiden. :
With the rapidity of lightning itspe
!, across the waters and touched at til
$ very spot where Harry had received b
e wound. AS it grazed the beach, the gil
s sprang lightly from it, and run swiftly u
! the bank to the place where the youn
q man had fallen. She arrived just in tim
to see him stretch himself out with q
= agony of pain, throw his arms wild
4 about his head, and sink almost insens
n bly, back again. She bent over him, an
t in whisper said:
q Come with me! the warriors AFRO
6 has wounded the white bird, who few
o our forests for home; but Ahtawahta wi
save the life of the pale face. Quick,
! my canoe, or the chieftains of my tril
{, will discover US. I saw you from yond
T grove, watched the movements of the D.
n cotahs, and am here to save you. Aht
vt wahta is not very strong; but she can
least guide you to her hut among tt
= bushes there You will die if you do n
'f come.
With such gentle words the maid
e strove to rouse him for the escort, and
e nally succeeded. He had sense enou!
y remaining to know that if he did not a
p company her, his hours of life were nur
IS bered. He had heard of the medic
knowledge that the Indians possesse
n, and he doubted not that she could a
le him.
= "My brother!' he said family.
Ill Will return to this spot, and ava
IN your coming, he has gone to seek you
He will never leave until he meets y
r. again. When the sickness has passed, A
m tawahta will bring you here. Come, {
It. the warriors of my race shall disco'
TO you!'
BY series of painful efforts Harry
lis last reached the canoe. into which he "
ry assisted by his fair guide.
Now you must trust yourself to All
= wata, who by the help of the Great Spi
at will draw this arrow from your arm, a
ne heal the wound. She would thus ate
al for the cruelty of him who drew the be
AS Harry felt himself lifted from
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