The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1867-06-13
TIPTON, IOWA. JUNE Is. 1867.

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paAA -5has led lown % the aaw mill
where ths oad mn - still = ~ toll.
He reacAed The ntI1and to,d olA CAan-
berlain thaE yoane Ragus ffom Csnaaa.
had come with his ride aad Ah1Dma-
hawk, to aMsn0 npoa him The Aun6A q
that chief CAambsslAin's chssA1 1urn-
ed ashy pale, and hs sternly sspllsd,
Tell young ragss stlsat I hvas - ram
that slew his lhther and he had leeasr
return 70 the forest than modest ~ h
my old age, and - he spoke hs pelntsd
to the long nm = y hung n2oa the
prongs of tho moues horn, drissBn NE
saw mill plate, aaA nsar 1t was sGsAd-,
ed the bullet pouch I'D powder hsen q,
Pigwackst. = The. hunter haA given
warning and retired. The sun - set-
ting ct the house Of Moo n1Ock.
Chamberlain took Down his 60 tried
its flint, charged Il, Sook the psl,tA and
the hnrs, sspns tAssn upon HlG Side, !,
hung up near the saw gate the old gar
ments he had worn Ut work through
the day, hoistsd the gate Of the MILL and
Get 1t rapidly In motion, looking keenly
around him in every direction, and re-
tired to IN eminence, q few rods distant,
crowned with clump Of thick bushes,
aud crouched down to await the ap-
poach Of the enemy. He was not, how
ever, mysterious TO Chamberlain. The
old man remembered every trait Of the
Indian character, and calculated with
great accuracy a. to the time and man.
ner of young Pagus. just as 1t vas
growing too dusky to distinguish the
human form, except toward the west,
the old man deserted him creeping
cautiously from the bushes . few rods
above the mill, by the side Of the torrent,
with his cooked rifle before and his
hand upon the lock. The young savage
heard the noise Of the saw gate, and
could discern ITS rapid motion, and
shrank back In the thicket. He came
out again little distance from where
he went in, and with wary motions Of
the ambush, recOnnoitered the mill.
Chamberlain eyed him all the while, as
the catamount eyes the fox: Young
Pagus crept out of the ambush the
third time, aud in new quarter, and
was stealthily advancing, when some-
thing seemed to catch his eye in the
form of his fathers slayer-he stopped
short, brought his rifle to his eye, and
with quick aim fired. The report
rung sharp and low upon the still air,
as ii the gun itself was mufIied, or
afraid to speak above breath. Young
Pagus crept out upon a mill log that ex-
tended over the rapid, and stretched
himself to his full height, a. If to ascer-
tain without advancing, the Success of
his shot. The old man could spare
him no longer. He saw tho we'll
remembered form of the old Pig
wacket chief, as the young savage stood
against the sky of the west, which was
still red with the rays of the sunken
sun. He leveled the fatal gun-it blazed
young Pagus leaped into the air six
feet a. the ball whistled through his
heart, and his lifeless body fell into the
rapid that foamed below him, while
his vengcful spirit fed and mingled
with that sterner one which parted long
before at Lovcwell's pond, in "the land
where his fathers had gone."
Chamberlain returned slowly and
gloomily to his cottage. The next
morning bullet hole through the CEN
ter of the old garment he had hung on
the saw gate, admonished him that the
aim as we'll as the vengeance of old Pa
gus had descended to his sons, and he
mused upon those he had slain, aud re-
hected that although he was old, he
might have again to lift his gun against
the blood of old Pagus, or himself fall by
their avenging hand-hc wished bitter
~ that some other bullet than his own
had slain that renowned Indian, and
that they had never met to quench
their battle thirst, and scour out their
foul guns upon the beach Of Lovewell's
pond.