Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1861-09-25
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Of her darling child depended on her. Now
} for presence of mind. She must not let
them know she has discovered them, and per-
haps she may yet regain the house
Camly she fills her pale with water and
and turns to retrace her steps. Already has
she passed over one quarter of the ground
between the sp.iug and the house Will
Z she reach there safely I" her heart throbs
/ audibly When-oh horror "a savage and
appalling yell strikes upon her ear; too well
she knows its import; the savages have started
in pursuit (. She must reach the house be-
I fore they DO, or all Is lost. She drops her
/ bucket and starts on the race for life. Ter
ror adds wings TO her flight and she viii dig
! tance her enemies. No; one burly savage
/ gained her side; but he harms her not, but
swiftly continues On towards the house What
means he by that maneuvre? Alas her
heart tells her too weli-the house once IN
the possession OF the Indians, all are ct the
mercy of the savage foe.
Loudly she orders Jake TO close the door
but the negro stands with the handle Of the
. open door in his hand. fierce determination
depicted on his swarthy vissgc. The matron
and the Indian gain the house together, and
both cross the Threshold at the same moment.
But as Mrs. Wood passed her servant the
faithful fellow calls to her:
Bar De door. missus :" and with one
spring he was upon the savage.
Jennie slams TO the heavy oaken door as
the rest Of the Indians dash up 70 it One
Of them more sPe edy than the rest gets his
red vissge caught between the door and the
post, and thus prevents Mrs. Wood from get
ting the door securely closed but the matron
has, quick thought. slipped the bar into
its loop in one side of the door. aud using It
as lever, presses the oaken barrieade tightly
sgaipsI the body of the savage, and holds
him there prisoner, whilst his body protects
the door from the assaults of his companions
outside.
But ha~ goes on the fight inside q?
We left Cd Jake graphing with the Indian.
For once the negro had found his match, and
each clasped in the embrace Of the other,
had fallen to the floor. Now they rolled over
and over from one side Of the room to the
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be the victor. He had succeeded in getting
the negro beneath him, and had drawn his
knife TO finish his enemy. when. with one
great effort of strength, Jske, q. the knife of
the Indian was about to seek his heart, par
TALLY relieved himself, and seizing the savage
by both arms, held him motIonless knife
suspended in the air.
Ole mig got you now, you red euss !"
pulled Jake. No use yer tryin.' yer can't
git away. Ole Jake amt much on his pins,
dats de truf; bnt jus luf him git desc yer
arms onto anything and dey bOl' tighter nor
def to ded nig-shure!
And Jake spoke the truth for though
lame and feeble in his legs, his arms were
strong enough to lift ton. But Jake was
in bad fix f; for although he held the In
dian immoyeable, be was himself prisoner,
and for SOME time be cog:tated what to do.
Mrs. Wood could not help him, for she had
as much as she could do to keep the door
closed against the Indians outside If he
had only seized the savage by the wrists he
might have broken then, aud SO make him
POwerless but unluckily be had canght hold
of him about the middle of the fore arm, and
with the savage writhing above him, it was
impossible for him now TO shift his hold with
safety What could he do? A happy
thought strikes him. There is sharp axe
under the bed. could he but get that But
then, how could he use it? That was the
question, and be took tighter hold upon
the Indian, that made him, stole though be
was, writhe with pain.
4 gOlly you'll twist worse nor that, YOU
debbil" muitered Jake, as another idea
worked Its way through his wool Then
calling to Jennie
Come here, Miss Jennie Dosen't gi,
scarf, child. he can't git away"
% I'm not afraid of him Jake answered the
courageous child, as she stepped forward, her
eyes flashing hate aud anger on the savage
foe. What eau do to help you. Jake =?
Oh, wish L could kill him"
And The shook her little fist at the In
dian.
Ugh Ne kill scalp you. bymeby. may
be-" growled ihe savage, as he made another
desperate attemet TO free himself.
Maybe you wont neither" answered the
brave girl. '' But what shall do, Jake >
what shall 1 do?"
q tell you N IS Jennie, answered Jake,
hope beamng on his dusky countenauce,-
'' Dar's an axe under the bed-migbly
sharp one, too. Yah yah ole nig sharpen