Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1865-11-02


almost through the flesh
They were then shouldered by several
heightened savages, and borne to large In
dian camp, quarter of a mile away.
At this Mr.. Cooper became very angry.
'sSir," he exclaimed. to the lean and scor-
butte chief, "you promised US our freedom
1t is not thus that your people behave in my
novels If you have ever read the Leather
Stocking Series, you would know how far from
the Indian character your perjury and de-
ceit are. | am ashamed of you, sir ~
Mr.. Lippard, more mercurial Of tempera-
ment, made sardonic offers to fight the whole
tribe, if they would unbind him and come at
him one at time.
Mr.. Smith maintained a gloomy silence,
only remarking that these miserable heath
ems were not in the least like his Tscunsseh.
After time, some tainted bears meat was
brought to the captives, and they were un-
bound in order to eat it; with the distinct
understanding that they would be shot the
instant they endeavored to escape.
Naturally, they could eat none of the stuff
offered them, whereupon the chief grew an.
CRY, and pecked them gently on the head
with sharp stone.
1t did not improve their appetite.
While sitting on the ground, very sad and
despsiringly, they heard the sound Of femi-
nine voices in distress, and presently saw
two ladies in white, with their hair down,
dragged into camp by party of noble war
riors.
"You are our -countrymen," cried
one of these ladies; save US !! protect lis !"
Lippard sprang to his feet. but was in
stantly shot at by number of Indians, and
took his seat again with a frown.
"My dear Madam" said Mr. Cooper, sex
cuse US. We are in peril every moment
Any attempt to assist you, would result only
in the massacre of all
80, woe is mel sobbad the lady; "to
think that should have written Of the ehiv-
airy, the honor, and the simplicity of this
heroic race 50 often, to suffer such cruel
abuse from it now! y
ssIndeed, Madam said Mr.. Cooper, ''that
is the case with US three May l ask your
name 2"
ST am Mrs Ann s. Stephens" said the
lady; 'sand.my companion in misery is Mrs.
E. D. E. n. Southworth. We have both,
alas been cruelty deceived, hitherto, as to
the character of these savage creatures, and
have written Of them only as generous and
dignifed warriors. But, sir. they are dirty,
and tipsy; and when point to heaven and
say, " Manitou p they swear
"Ah," said Mrs. Southworth, "what a
false impression have received from the
works of Fenimore Cooperssand others, con-
corning this peoplel''
Mr.. Cooper smiled in forced way, and
suggested that others might have received
an equally false impression from the works
of the lady herself a
At this juncture a small and feeble voice
arose from some shrubbery near by.
You have none Of you suffered anything
yet Wait till the Indians have tied you up
to a tree and shot at you for target. |
have got sixteen arrow-heads sticking in
me now"
"Poor man y said the ladies'; "who are
you, sir ~
II am the Reverend Ezekiel Heavytome, %
replied the voice. 9. have passed long
life in writing little tracts about good Indi-
ans who were converted, and now have
come among them to convert them in reality.
You see the result y
The chief now approached, full Of bears
meat and New England rum.
He administered sportive kick to the
reverend gentleman, and poking Mrs. Steph-
ems playfully in the ribs, remarked:
Ugh whiteIsquaw berry good for big
Injun Me marry you!"
+" Horrors !" exclaimed the lady. Chow
different from my idea of King Philip
'Look here, old copper-color !" said Mr..
Lippard, nervously, g if you don't let those
ladies alone, you'll get your head mashed !"
"White man d--n fool'' replied the
chief.
At this Lippard quietly arose and gave the
child Of the forest neat left-hander, Phil
adelphia style, that sent him heels over
head
Mr.. Cooper and Mr.. Smith also sprang
to their feet but all were overpowered in
moment, and bound again, hand and foot.
The three gentlemen were then laid
upon pile of dry logs, and the Reverend
Ezekiel Heavytome placed on top of them,
while warrior was sent for torches.
"What are you going to do? p demanded
Mr.. Cooper, visibly moved.
"Me roast you" said the chief, rubbing
his eye.
''And the ladies p
The swarthy brave drew himself up to
his full height, ran his tongue in his cheek,
and winked in very disagreeable way.
As some young Indians came with fire.
brands, and the whole encampment gather
ed around to witness the show, there was
sudden dash of horses hoofs, and @ quick,
rafting discharge of carbines.
The next moment, the camp was full o
cavalry soldiers in blue and yellow, dash
ing about hither and thither, shooting,
sabring, and trampling down all who oppos-
ed them.
The braves of the hunting-grounds, COM
pletely surprised, made but sorry show Of
resistance, and in fifteen minutes, all were
killed, wounded, or captured.
The fire was extinguished just as Mr..
Cooper's legs had begun to feel uncomforta-
bly, warm the ladies were unbound; the
arrowheads were picked out of the rever-
end gentleman's person, and all were start
ed off for their homes under strong escort
of cavalry.
But there were some editors, far away to
the eastward, who had got all their ideas of
the Indians from the work Of the Messrs.
Cooper, Seba Smith and Lippard, and
Mesdames Southworth and Stephens, and
the tracts of the Reverend Ezekiel Heavy
tome, who wrote long articles abont the
horrid cruelty and barbarism of that caval
ry-dash.
And some of these editors are g not dead
yetF'' McARoNE.
BoNNER's STABLEs.-The New York cor
of the Boston Journal says: 81
had the pleasure the other day of visiting
Mr. Bonner's stables at his country seat in
Morrisania, and seeing his wonderful stud