Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1865-04-12
tempt to arrest or detain them, and they


had gone, no one knew whittier.
1t was about ten O'Clock in the morning
that William Bradway first saw the ruins
of his home, and heard the awful news of
his irreparable loss; and all through the
remainder of that day and the night which
followed it he conducted himself in the
manner we have described, seemingly ia
king notice of the curious groups that
gathered around him, and replying to none
of the idle questions put to him.
The next morning he went into a neigh
bor's house and asked for something to
eat, which was given him. He offered
to pay for this, but the man of the house
declined 10 receive any money, and, with
expressions Of sympathy, invited him to
make his home there for a few days.
a s.No," returned Bradway, 81 intend
to leave to-day"
You don't look as if you'd got
strength to 90 far said the man in
kindly tone.
81 have that within which will sus-
tain me-" replied Bradway.
He then inquired into the particulars
of the awful tragedy and the direction
taken by the murderers-speaking calmly
himself, and listeningly calmly to all re-
the reples-his features the while retain
ing their unnatural, livid hue, and dis
playing no signs of emotion, save perhaps
now and then perceptible quiver of the
bloodless lips. AS he passed through the
village, after taking leave ofthis family,
he was several times stopped by different
parties, who wanted to enter into CONVEX
sation with him, and find out what he
intended to do, but he gave them only
evasive answers, and slipped off as quiet
ly as possible.
1t was about two months after this
that George Harbaugh, late one night,
was picking his way through the dark
streets of Nacogdoches from d gambling
house in his lodgings, when a man came
up to him and quietly said: "GoOd
evening, sir! -
.Who're you? and what dye want p
demanded the ruiiian in gruff. surly
tone. at the same time thrusting his right
hand into his bosom as if to draw a pis-
toll
s.Do not be alarmed, sir !" returned the
stranger "but permit me TO ask you one
or two questions In the. first place, is
your name George Harbaugh p
ssWell, what of it, whether it is or
isn't? % was the uncivil demand.
eff it is, owe you something, which
/ wish to pay" returned the stranger;
- and If it is not, perhaps you can put me
in the way to find the person | seek?'
"What do you owe me for, and how
his hand from his bosom.
81 am right, then, in supposing ad-
dress George Harbaugh himself?"
"Yes, that's my name. What's yours,
and wher'd we ever meet before p
"IfI am not mistaken" pursued the
stranger, q you, with two companions,
were at the village Of, on the Red
river, on the night Of the sixth OF Sep
tember last -
"Ha what's this? cried the ruffian,
springing back, and again thrusting his
hand into his bosom.
He had not time for more, ere, with a
flash and a crack, ball passed through
his breast. AS he staggered and fell.
shouting murder, sharp knife was
drawn across his throat and the name of
William Bradway Kissed into his diving
ear. 1t was the last earthly sound he
ever heard. He was found murdered,
but his assassin was not discovered.
During the winter following, James
Fawcet went among the Choctaws to pur-
chase horses. While trading with the
Indians he fell in with small dealer,
who. for trifiine consideration. offered
to assist him in taking his horses to the
settlement some two hundred miles dis
tant where he expected to dispose of them
at heavy profit. The bargain was
struck, and, with fifteen horses, James
Fawcet set off with his assistant through
long stretch of wilderness. On the
second night, as the gambler aad murder
er sat smoking before the camp fire, he
was suddenly startled by finding a moose
dropped over his head and shoulders and
drawn around his body, so as to pinion
his arms. In less than minute, not
withstanding a vigorous resistance on his
part. he was literally bound hand and
foot, and lay stretched on the earth as
helpless as an infant
s:Whats the meaning of this Do
YOU intend to murder me ?" he demanded,
in a voice made tremulous by fear.
"I suppose you do not recollect ever
having seen me before you met me III the
Indian village p said the man who had
been acting as his assistant, az he now
stood over his prostrate form.