The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1860-04-06
VOL. 8. N0.s6.

the darkness after his companions. but that
hadeline who had been unbound as soon as the
march commenced from Wiihelm's cabin, draw
Tug hpr hunting knife from her bosom, where
SUI always carried it prepared for any emer-
se"cy' holseiessiJ severed the thongs which
bound her fathers arms. Benumb-t a, he was
nope drove lhe blood and nerve power through
"'n' IKE an electric charge he seized the TOM
aha"S OF Mukundwa uhIch had fallen 81 ne.r
n'iE AID well nis caused his death. and conceal
eo II behind him ready for the moment of ac-
''0"' "h'ch ne ielt must be near. Soon the .wo
scouts returned, for they had found nothing. no.
Il was MOI light enough to find tracks or see
men up trees; nor if 1t bad heen did they think
OF such thing. They did not see the uowdpr
"Ssl' ana 'he wind had carried away its smoke.
AFTER a hurried consultation, one of them b-oan
10 eS''nSuISh the fire which had enabled the
marksman 10 take SO sure an aim. But SCARF.
oad ne Seized the second brand, ere he f,lI,,ved
ms chi+i 10 the Indian hunting grounds bsvor,
the grave for, the clear ing OF that fatal mes
sHngeF OF death that never missed its ,nark s,ar,.
led The wild deer aEdihe owls from their corsrte
Inc two remaining Indians, turning their backs
TO their prisoners, FOR they feared no dancer
IRON them, looked intentiy into the darkness
whence the sound had proceeded, trying 10 dis
cover ITS cause While they stood lhls parai-
yzrd with frar, and uncertain which wav +,
'urr, Madeline, brave as her lover, with a
strong right arm plugged her kser knife into
Inc sIdr OF ihe Indian next .ber, up 10 The han
die, while Wilhelm's tomahawk. went down
lhiongh The skull OF The other even .!otbe neck.
When he had discharged his last slot, Ell
ward hastily descended 10 The g1lund loading
as ne ran down the bank, for he leased that tbe
Two remaining sayassgSs iAght turn upon and
'noFdFEiae EF!sossSa asstfA cause ofthe death
ol their eOmFgsst before heeoold prevent it,
10 lose al whFns hs1f gained, there. was m i'd
ness IN the thought. re face two stalwart saw
ages made desperate now, was no light enler-
Piise. He coulo shoot one, but The other might
master him IN The moment Of success and viii
helm' bound as be was, could not aid hlm.
but brave men DO not stop to weigh pros and
cons, when danger is before them, Onward
ne hastened but, what was bis asionisbment 10
Ind lbe hrid already won Edward Mada-
while the aTml' aims 81 nifneiird eiird zssli his besam,
The necks OF his two children, and they mingled
their tears OF JOY together, (for their foes Law
dead around then,) tears, gushing UP from the
fuli spring of their glad hearts And there be-
side that camp fire in The wilderness, they knelt
down together, the father and bis two children.
TO thank God for :heir deliverancei
Within ten DAYS Wilhelm, Edward and
arrived safely at the fort, and great
were the rrjoicIngs on their return, for they
had been given up for lost. E1ward had won
his bride as lew, even in those days, could have
do le, and Wilhelm gladly placed her hopes on
earth, may be in Heaven, in his keeping, blea-
sing him with fathers blessing.
They lived close by the fort, from that time
forth, Wilhelm going out in the day time 10
cultivate his little patch Of ground, though he
never rebuilt bis cabin. The wa. of the Rev
'lntion soon alter this, broke out Wilhelm and
Edward, after many hard fought field. tell,
with their faces TO the foe, at Brandywine, and
they sleep their long last sleep in the grave
yard OF the old church there, where fell many
a brave man on'that bloody day. Madeline
dId not long survive them, she sleeps beside
her father, and in the same grave with her hus-
band, faithful in life and it, death!
Gy-A fair young girl is framing pensiveIy on
Ihe easement, gazing with thoughtful brow up
On the scene below. The bloom of fifteen sum
mrrS tnts her cheeks the sweets of thou
sand flowers are gathered upon her rosy lips
and TALL upon her neck of perfect grace; the
soft swimming eyes seem lighted by the ten
terest fires Of poetry, and beauty hovers over
her own most favored child. What are her
thoughts Love cannot stir bosom so Young
sorrow cannot y-t have chosen her for lis own.
Alas has disappointment touched that YOUTH
ful heart Yes, i, must be SO but hist she
Starts--her lips part-sh- speaks- listen -
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