The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1861-03-27

me defend myself like a man, and then
went 10 the woods TO his daily work.
slipped the revolver in my pocket, bat
could not wholly divest myself of my fears.
For an hour sat in my low rocking chair,
with my child at my side, counting the
minutes as they few, when my attentions
was attracted by noise in the opposite
side of The room. Looking quickly around
to my dismay and terror saw dozen In
dians evidently just returned from war,
each bearing his bleeding scalp. The fore
mos. advanced and appeared 10 be the chief
of the party. He approached and wonId
have laid rough hands on me when my dar-
ling boy raised himself to his foil height,
his blue eyes flashing, demanded what they
meant by their intrusion and how they dare
lay violent hands on his mother.
The chief paid no attention but bade his
warriors bind Us, which was quickly done,
and after few moments, the chief retired
in consultation seizmg the opportunity,
sc ralched on the wall:
Harry, we are in the hands OF the Indi.
ans"
borne with rapid but noseIess Steps into
the wilderness. The chief who had bound
US now attracted my attention. | was cure
| had seen Elm before, where | could not
say.
Three Gays and nights without stopping
we were borne away frome home, and lhe
fourth DAY we stopped in a hollow, which /
While contemplating this scene with horror
looked up and The Indian chief stood be-
fore me. With a. sneer over his dark iea-
lures, he said, in Good English:
Though you have forgotten me Jane
Mannerng, :or so call you. have by no
means to2otien you
''Who are you r' said T.
"I am Mark Ruthson," the chief replied.
and in hose painted features | remember
ed The hypocrlical face of The consumale
| coward and villain.
there was no pity in his revengeful hear;
and read our doom in those hard features
"Uo you see youdef iree," said he, in a
quick, sharp voice, "Beiore The night ouI
young boy will be bound TO that tree, and
his young scalp will be clipped from his
head by my savage friends, and you will
remain and in The morning will share bis
| fale."
A scornful silence was his answer. o
how quickly the day few and The night ap.
| preached and just as twilight was setting
in, ruthless savage seized him roughly
! by the arm and bound hum 10 The tree
! First he waved his tomahawk over his
head to irighien him, but the boys blue
/ eye looked steadily at the savage in sco-n
! and his cheek never banched. In rage al
/ his uiler, scorn the Indian raised his toma-
hawk for the last lime. Instinctively my
hand rested on my revolver. felt sure oI
my aim. raised il, slowly pointing it at
The savage's heart and fired. With fright
ful yell he sprang into The air and fell cead
With a scream of rage the Indians rushed
upon me another one fell by my revoller.
Again | attempted 10 fire, but my pistol
snapped; throwing 1t away, | resigned 10
die and just as the foremost Indian was
about TO sink his knife in my bosom, the
sharp crack of rife was heard and the
Indian fell. bathed in his own blood. The
next momen, the stawau Harry CheverIy
leaped into the ring. All the indians fed
/ but their chief, who rushed, upon my hus-
| band shouting
"Ha Harry Chevelry revenge at last y
and pointed his pistol, which missed fire
, The next moment my husbands knife was
in The renegade's beart. Our meeting
need not describe. Harry had seen the
lines wrote him, aud that of my child =
! We were troubled no more with savages
for the next year old Tippecanoe, with The
avenging riflemen under his commanC
drove away and cleared the forest of oul
dusky foe.