Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1861-04-18

On the light snow we're numerous mocca
sin tracks. Another minute, and the two
men had crossed the stream, and hurried
to where the little home had stood. 1t was
burned to the ground. The brands ye'
hickered and blazed. Where was Leeli
uau? There was blood on the ground
there were traces where some heavy body
had been dragged across the snow. lie
called her name in agony, and as he pausec
to listen was answered by faint moan from
a thicket near. Blackstone, who had search
ed while he was calling her name, beckon
ed to him, and the next moment he kne
beside his wife. Her baby lay dead by he
side, killed by the stroke of a hatchet.-
Her long black tresses had been torn ava.
the scalp with them-aud she was fas
bleeding to death from cruel wound II
her side. She smiled family, and put u!
her lips to kiss him as he knet beside her
too utterly miserable to speak, and trying
in vain to staunch the blood.
"Who was it, Leelinau?" asked Buck
stone, in voice tremulous with rage ant
pity.
"Geton, Burnt Wood-come down JUS
after he go-shoot one-but, oh, kill N.
little baby-and Leelinau die, too"
"My darliug-my own wife-you won
1T can't be- said Ferdinand, with sob
"Leelinau no want die," she said, pit
eously. "No can leave him-love him so.
els there nothing we can do?" he asked
in anguish.
Blackstone shook his head
"It's pretty nigh over" he said. "Poo
little critter! she'll surely go to heaven
any one does"
"All dark" she said, bewildered. "Yo,
miss her little sometimes %
"My own-to the end of my life"
"You comeb by and by; she and little bab.
wait for him.
With her remaining strength, she lifte'
her head for the last kiss. The soft darl
eyes closed, the innocent soul was gon
where the wicked cease from troubling.
Mother and child we're buried in on
grave. Ferdinand's mind was not a littl
disordered by the shock which he had un
dergoue. His one idea was revenge on tn
brutal murderers. Waiting only to secur
the grave from the wolves, the two men Sc
off on the trail, and before morning, came u
with the Getons, dozen 10 number, as the.
were encamped on the shore of the Whit
River. Long did the Geton warriors re
member that nights slaugh er. No mate
were their numbers for the two desperat
men, burning for revenge, and fully arme'
with pistols and rifle. The deed done, Buck
stone induced Ferdinand to return to St
Louis, aud meet his father, accompanying
him on the long journey, and bearing pa
tiently, with deep.rooted sorrow, his alter
nate fits of moody silence p d extreme irri
liability Mr.. Mckenzie received his Sol
with the utmost kindness, and took him t.
his home. For awhile his mind seemed t.
recover its tone, but it sank again, and
soon became evide to his friends that tn
only way to save him from luuatic asy
lum was to allow him to return to the west
and mournfully they consented, to his de
sire. He went, and for some years nothing
more was heard of him. The Geton me-
told fearful stories of supernatural crea
ture who bore charmed life, and had kill
ed their bravest warriors. Seldom seen, hi
wrath never seemed to sleep. More than
ascore of their bravest chiefs had yielde'
their lives to his unerring rifle, their scalp
to his knife, till at last even that chose
baa5 sworn never to turn back for mortal
thought it no shame to fly when they fouu
his trail He fled from all intercours
With human kind, but sometimes, at lonI
intervals, he was seen by trappers, who de
scribed him as man of middle age, bu
wild and unsettled in his manner, and pro
Tossing the deadliest hatred toward all 0
the Sioux race Once, on the upper water
of the White River, he attacked wander
ing Winnebago hunter, who had been edu
Gated for preacher, but had preferred t
devote his energies to trapping and stealing
horses from the Pawnees. They fought
and the Indian fell, but as the scalpiug
knife was raised, the wild hunter asked hi
foes name and race. The answer given
he stood up, and allowed his prisoner t
rise, and putting into his hand the knif
that had so nearly been his death, sent hin
on his way; he himself, plunging into tn
river, swan to the opposite shore and dis
appeared in the thicket. Blackstone, t
whom the story was told, examined the knif
closely, but kept his own counsel. Buck
stone had risen in the world, married
pretty Spanish woman, and turned trader
Once on his way down the river, as his boa
passed the island, he took it into his hea
to 60 on shore, and telling his Juauita wba
had come to pass there, took her with him
81 guess it was just about here We burie
the poor little thing" he said, parting tn
thick bushes that had grown up over tn
ruins of the lodge, and above Leelinau'
grave.
On the little mound lay man. He wa
dressed in skins, and the beard and hal
long and white as snow mingled with hi
shaggy garb He did not move, and tn
trader put his hand on his shoulder au
turned his face to the light. He was quit
dead, and in death the old look had com
back to the worn features. 1t was Ferd
nand Mckenzie.
"Poor fellow! So he came here to die,
!, said Blackstone, drawing his hand acros
his eyes. "Well, | hope he's happy now.
A second grave was made by the side
the grass grown mound that cover Leclina
and her child. Rough hands laid the bod
gently toerest, and the Spanish woma
kneeling on the sod said sincere prayc