Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1860-07-13

do it right off, we'll burn your cussed cabin
down over your heads. Dye hear"
1t was Girty the renegade who spoke
these words.
Do yer hear that, father +" said young
Story.
Yes, nay boy and its no more than l
expected.
Mrs. Story and her daughter gave sup
pressed scream.
What cap We do, father !? anxicusiy
asked the son.
Surrounded by murderin' redskins, and
no one to lend us helpin' hand, we can't
do much of anything, my boy" responded
the old man, despairingiy, there's no hope
I'm truly afeard."
"God help US !" cried the poor woman
bitterly.
"Aye, God help us indeed" added Mr..
Story, in tones that canae from the bottom
of his heart.
{" win ye surrender in thar, or shall We
burn the cabin down." again came borne
TO their ears.
:" That's the voice of one of those cussed
renegades," said Mr.. Story. Blast 'em
the re d-skins wouldn't be half so bad eff it
warn't for 'em I'll speak to that feller,"
Approaching one of the loop-holes, and
elevating his voice, he said Who calls
on us to surrender"
"The white mans eternal enemy, Simon
Girty."
"Girtyi" said father, mother, daughter
and son in one breath.
" Cuss him" added Mr.. Story with
great rage.
"Cuss him!" repeated the son, with set
teeth and clenched hands.
+" God have mercy on usl" again ex-
claimed the mother and daughter.
"Once for all, will you surrender in
thar ?" demanded Girty, in loud and i'm
patient tones.
"An' what shall we 'spect eff we do 2"
demanded Mr.. Story in return.
"Death I" was the fendish reply. No
white man 'scapes the vengeance of Simon
Girty"
Story turned away from the loop-bole,
and for a few moments remained buried in
deep thought.
"Thar's no 'scape for US " he said at
length in despairing tones. "Death stares
ms in the face either way. If we stay here
we shall be burned to death, and that's too
horrible to think on-ef we trust to the
mercy of these fends an surrender our
selves, we shall be brutally murdered, and
wuss, wuss than that would be the fate of
the wimin. We all know Simon Girty--
we all know the wretched hard-hearted
redskins"
The mother and daughter could restrain
themselves no longer, but gave way to the
agony of their own grief.
What shall we do father )" exclaimed
the son, fur as you say, we hain't much
chance left now"
DChoose our own death, my boy, and die
by our own hands !! was the deep, des-
perate reply.
For moment there was a deadly silence
in the room.
Meanwhile Girty and the redskins com
menced the attack, and we're madly ham
mering away at the front door, which now
began to tumble and crack as if about to
yield at last.
"Hark !" exclaimed Mr.. Story, sudden
ly, " the door is givin', and we shall soon be
in the hands of these fends."
Husband" cried Mrs. Story, wildly
throwing herself upon the old mans bosom.
81 see you are right, and ] am ready to
do your bidding without murmur. Any
thing in Gods name, to escape these re-
morseiess, torfuring fends Il Hope there is
none, and ! am ready"
aFather, mother too am ready" cried
the daughter.
aAnd me too" echoed the son, in trem-
bling accents. But what ares you going
to do ?" he added, in deep and slow tone
of utter despair.
The old man released himself and daugh-
ter, and silently, resolutely and coolly cross
ed the room where small keg was stand
ing. Without word he returned to the
middle of the apartment, where he depos-
tied it on the floor.
"what am goin' to do, my boy 2" re-
sponded the old man, with sudden light
ing up of his weather-beaten face; Il war
goin' TO send us all to heaven together, but
the Lord was mercifnl and put better
thought into my head. There rs hope for
us yet, if Simon Girty and his red devils is
hammering at our door"
Hope hope! !" exclaimed the mother
and daughter.
q The door falls I" cried the old man,
suddenly seizing brand from the fire on
the hearth. SECT behind me and keep
quiet, ard will save you if kin"
NJ Story knelt down beside the keg