Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1861-08-16
4 GbrilIill9 Narrative.
AN INDIAN ADVENTURE.


was the acknowledged belle Of Gin
ton, small village bordering on the
western wilderness. | could outshoot
any one, even the old woodsmen that
thronged our village. My mother was
kept in perpetual alarm by my daring
exploits; in fact, as the old trappers said,
| was cut for backwoodsman' wife. l
had two lovers then; one was Harry
Cheverly and the other Mark Ruthson.
Harry was splendid specimen of an
American backwoodsman, with heart as
true as steel, and to my experienced eye,
he was the very personifcation of manly
excellence.
Mark Ruthson was contrary to him in
every respect. Handsome he was, but
on his face wore such hypocritical ex-
preston, that | actually detested him.
He seemed aware of my dislike, and
assuming an air Of injured innocence, he
r ressed ms suit with the utmost zeal.
One evening as was riding out, en-
joyiug the mountain scenery, approach
ed little eninence on which there was
thick growth of underwood as l passed
it Mark Ruthson rode out and Joined me.
He pressed his suit with his usual fervor,
his hypocritical face looking, if possible,
more repulsive than ever. He finally
offered me his hand and heart. Rising
in my seat, said:
+" Mark Ruthson no words can express
the disgust / feel for you, and if you in
suit me again | will cowhide you, sir !"
1t would be impossible to depict the
expression Of rage Which swept over his
face
/" Jane Mannering, mark my words,
will be revenged."
Casting upon him look of unuttera-
bic contempt, ! whipped my horse and
soon lost sight of him.
The next day Mark Ruthson left the
village, and went no one knew where. A
year from that Harry Cheyerly and
were married, and with the blessing Of
my mother, and the best wishes of my
friends, we started for the western will
derness
| will pass over period Of ten years,
during which substantial log cabin had
been built, rude though it was, love made
it little palace Our hearts we're also
gladdened by our little Eddie, the image
of his father, and noble little fellow.
About this time we heard of the de-
precautions that the Indians we're com
uniting, by some passing stragglers,
which filled us with temporary alarm.
But our fears soon passed away, and we
regarded thereportas greatly exaggerated,
or totally untrue.
One evening Eddie returned from his
rambles, bringing with him a moccasin
which be said he found in the woods.
This filed me with alarm and uneasiness
felt presentiment Of coming danger
Next morning mentioned my fears
to Harry But he only laughed at my
terror, and playfully handing me little
revolver, babe me defend myself like q
man, and went to the woods to his daily
work. ! slipped the revolver into my
1 pocket playfnlly, but could not entirely
divest myself Of my fears.
For an hour sat on my low rocking
chair, counting the moments as they few,
when my attention was attracted by noise
on The opposite side Of the room. Look
ing quickly around, to my dismay. saw
dozen Indians, evidently just from war,
each bearing his bloody scalp. The
foremost advanced, and appeared to be
the chief Of the party. He approached
and would have laid rough hands on me,
4 when my darling boy raised himself to
4 his full height, his blue eyes flashing.
and demanded what they meant by their
intrusion, and how they dared lay hands
on his mother
The chief paid noattcntion to him, but
babe his warriors bind us, which was
quickly done, and after few moments,
the chiefs retired for consultation when
seizing the opportunity, scratched on
the wall
Harry, We are in the hands Of the
Indians"
The chiefs returned, and we we're soon
borne with rapid. but noiseless steps, in
to the depths Of the wilderness, The