Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1869-04-14
what actually seemed to be a voice

what actually seemed TO be voice
whisper:
mot yet, Leonoraw
She paused, and then, as If by inspi-
ration, flashed the thought into her
mind:
''Wait until they get nearer the
house, then shoot the hindmost one
first"
She obeyed the impression, and let
them come on few rods nearer. Sud-
denly the thought came again:
''Now's your timeW
Clapping her face to the rifie-breech,
she trained the death-dealing tube
steadily at the chest of the rearmOst
Indian for an instant and fired.
The bullet proved true to its mark,
and the burly Indian merely threw up
his arms and fell dead, the rifle ball
having gone directly through his
heart.
A clap of thunder from clear sky
could not have so utterly astonished
those remaining Indians. Wildly
they looked in every direction TO see
whence came the fatal shot In the
next instant bang! went LeOnOra's
rifle again, and another Of their num-
Der dropped dead.
But they saw the smoke of the last
shot and caught a glimpse of the shoot
er. At once they comprehended their
peril. They could not hide, and their
only show for life was i'm running to
the tree and tOmahawking their pre-
sumptuous foe on the spot. Instantly
sounded the war-hOOp, they bounded
forward, but with the notes half ut
tered another of their number leaped
into the air and fell back to rise no
more. LeOnora had fired again.
The remaining three rushed on, but
again the brave girls rifle rang like
the kneH of doom, and fourth saw
age pitched headlong 10 the ground.
The terror of the remaining two was
now pitiful to behold; they stopped
short in their onward course, and ut
tering the most fearful screams, dis
charged their rifles at the tree in the
widest and most unavailing manner.
But again the relentless rifle blaZed,
and another of the remaining two
sunk to the ground as the bullet went
crashing through his brain.
Immediately the one left threw
down his rifle and cried out:
mo shoot me- No shoot mel Me
give up"
LeOnora had drawn a bead on him,
but now that they seemed so perfectly
in her power she lowered her rifle,
and stepping from behind the tree,
climbed the fence briskly, and COM
menced approaching the savage.
The surprise and Indignation of the
Indian at the sight of the girl was in
tense, and forgetting his duplicating
cry, he put his hand behind him and
drew forth his tomahawk to throw at
her.
LeOnOra's eye was as sharp as an
eagles. She saw the treaeherous
move, and just as the bright blade Of
the hatchet cleaned for the throw,
she raised her rifle and shot the faith
less scOundrel dead in his tracks.
With the speed of a deer she now
bounded forward to the lake.
Harry Watson shouted "Glory hal
lelujah. L knew it was LeonOra! :"
and the father cried for Joy as her lit
tie form appeared on the bluff, rifle in
hand.
Quickly she descended to the canoes
and unbound the two men, who EN-
Draceu ner ana crled over nef IN tne
most extravagant manner.
But they felt they had no time to
lose; and, hastily gearing up their
teams and loading up their valusbles,
they set out for Minneapolis, where
they arrived safely, and where LeOnO-
ra and Harry Watson were immedi-
ately made one flesh.
Old Walter Brown and Harry Wat
son both did good service in the Indi-
an battles which followed and when
the savages were finally extermina-
ted, they all went back to their old
home on Green Lake, where they
now live. They have one of the larg-
est stock farms in the State: and
Leonora, though a happy wife and
mother, elings to her beautiful re-
volving rifle, and yet occasionally uses
it to keep herself in practice.