Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-01-27

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his eyes glowing like live 20 he spranp
upon her, and buried thsl sssta her
side She closed her arr about him
one desperate struggle, and tie teanahawk
OF the treacherons Pegnawfyet eStered his
own brain One horrid yen. and he sank
backward upon the turf corpae-s
In the meantime, the eiorts 81 the i'm
prisoned savages to break their bouds
were never released for a moment
Frantic blows fell fast and furious upon
the door. and Ellen knew that in time it
would yield to their assaults and set
them at liberty. There was but one way
to avert this-it was terrible alterna.
tive, and for moment her woman's heart
shrank from it's completion.
But the thought Of her sleeping child
and her murdered husband, decided her:
and she had strength for the work. She
drew from her pocket the tipder box
which every settler kept-zbosss-aheir per-
son in case Of accident, and struck light
to the dried leaves round about. Then
invoking Gods pardon for the act, she
ignited a pine torch and threw it upon
the bark roof of the hut. 1t was but an
instant; the flames leaped-up and danced
merrily over the inAammable material,
then communicating to the haF in the
lott, they streamed up until far and wide
the grim old mountains gloHed like
watch fires in the glare.
But Ellen was hardly satisfied with the
progress Of the fire. Close by the hut in
rude clubhouse there were some barrels
of pitch gathered from the pine trees
around to supply the nearest market
place. She took shovel and from these
barrels bedaubed the outside walls of the
house, when retiring towards her hus-
band, she watched the rayages of the
flames.
1t was terrible. The cries ofthe Ind
lans when they realized the snare into
whlch they had fallen, were enough for
the stoutest heart. susEsgfrks, mad
execratlon, and curses upon the damna
bic pale face who had given them such a
fate! But all in vain. The burnino
mass from The loft fell in upon them, the
red hot walls glowed and seethea as the
fire communica ed itself to the pitch, the
cries OF the perishing savages grew faint.
er, the blows upon the door ceased, and
the waiting woman without knew that
the work was done.
Then with an almost bursting heart
she approached her husband. If Tor a
moment she had wavered in her purpose,
if she had thought Of relenting, die feel
ing was changed to hard and impossible
stone when she lifted up the bloody head
of him she had loved so we'll, and saw
the deep fearful cash in his deat1ly fore
head The clots OF blood Concealed his
features, his eyes were closed, his face
like the faces we see under coffin lids, and
his hair-that soft, brown hair which had
been his wife's pride-was droopipg heay-
lily with his life blood.
In that hour she forget ire1A babe, for
got her ruined house, her memory went
back to those long sunny days, upon the
shore Of the blue sea, those walks upon
the golden sands with James by her side
on those quiet evening musings npon the
sheadIands, when he sat weaving sea
weed wreaths, low at her feetl She re-
membered it all, even to the very shine
with which the June moon used to silver
that calm sea, aud the fairer light which4