The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1861-05-02
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A TALE OF THE BLOODY GROUND.

4 TALE OF THE BLOODY GROUND
37 wM..' EARLE E-HDER.
The history Of our border abounds with
thrilling incidents, and we could fill vol
umes OF interesting and exciting tales OF
those trying and adventurous times. Ra-
pine and murder, robbery and ilicendia-
rism blood and massacre, were common
occurrences: half q century ago in the will
derness of the West, and men and women
who dared the dangers Ct tie forest, stood
in constant peril Of tEc::r lives.
Among those who settled in Kentucky
some oighty years ago, IVES man named
Martin Davis, who was accompanied by
his wife Mary, and three small Children.
Arudc log cabin was soon built, and a
patch of ground cleared .for garden pul-
poses, and then The pioneei. and his family
settled down in their wild woods home.
Time passed with more Or less CO tsou-
bic and DANCE, fos, tie forest was fsil ce
Indians and wild beasts, and f.a''y tie
following thrilling i.lc;slcnt-teilioiein il ali
respccts-occulrcd.
Well may the sccneSof such c.lisotes oe
termed The Bloody Ground"
One June afternoon in the Sammcs o.
1872, Davis stepped out of lis cabin into
the garden in front, and suddenly = l.i;1c-
ously painted Indian, with tomahawES up
lifted sprang up in the saacc between him
self and the door Of Tie cabin, which lie
had. left open be;sind lin.
.sRedskins Molv." was;sldlly shrio!sed :l:o
pioneer, his first thought being ier BIS
family.
"a quick cry Issued from tie calin, and
almost iinstantGneoasly Tie door WI. s..:;..::..
med to.
At the same moment The IadEsn utte.
ed an ear splitting yell and snl;lnS ii Da-
Wis, who turned upon his heels, as:d DASH
edsaway into the fol,est, not however be-
fore he had seen several c.s!!sess s::.'vagges
emerge from their consoalinent Iesi, tie
house.
@God have mercy on my wife and chill
drenm he cried, as he dashed along, g fo.
I can do nothing forthcm now. NJ oniJ'
hope is to get assistance from TIC station.
Meantime, oh. Lore. God, aic. and protect
my dear wife and chldrcn!!"
The poor man was nearly frantic, and
in perfect desperation, he dashed along in
the direction OF the nearest station not
withstanding the little settlement was sew
eral miles distant In fact he had no 9th
er alternative 1t was hard to leave Lis
family under such circumstances. but hc
could do them no good by remaining
Painting and out of brcsta, he at length
reached the stockade, but for some time
was unable to articulate q syllable,
aMy God, man., what's the matter: z"
was the inquiry of these around him as
tonished and alarmed at Che poor fellows
frantic efforts to speak.
6 sInjuns-Injuns have attaccd my cab
in.!~ at last burst t.om-lii5 fcthing lips.
HCome with Me, OF They'll! murder my
wife and childrcns Gene. come, for Gods
sake como! Don't stop-doat stay-but
follow me-"
aJust let us git our weapons" was the
response of those whom he addressed.
aQuick! quick! for the love Of God,
auickw wildly calculated Davis.
A few moments later and the halfdoz-
en- men who were at the station at the
time were following in the footsteps Of
the .ss.ssd ssttIii .G2 &. .sa ;.-;' -
the deep forest with the most frantic des
pcration. .d
aon, friends on: and may the gooe s
God save my helpless wife and chilHen
tho poor, half crazed pioneer w0ai' every
now and thon cry out, in tho mostntons(