The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1869-06-03
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! She paused, and then, as II by lnSplr
alton, 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 Suddenly
| the thoughts came again:
| Nov your time ~
! Clapping her face to the rife breecll.
| she trained the death dealing tube steadi
| ly at the chest of the rearmost Indian fol-
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 Lenora S rifle again, and another of
their number dropped dead.
But they saw the smoke of the last
shot and caught a glimpse Of the shooter
At once they comprehcnded their peril
They could not hide, and their only show
was In running to the tree and tomahawk-
ing their presumptuous foe on the spot
Instantly sounded the war-hoop, they
bounded forward, but with the notes half
uttered another of their number leaped
into the air and fell back to rise no more.
Lenora had fired again.
The remaining three rushed on, but
again the brave girls rifle rang like the
knell OF doom, and fourth savage pitch
ed head-long to the ground
The terror of the remaining two was
now pitiful to behold they stopped short
in their onward course, and uttering the
most fearful screams, discharging their
rifles at the tree in the widest and most
unavailing marNer. But again the re-
lentless rife biazed, 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:
"No shoot me! No shoot me Me
give up -
Lenora 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 commenced approaching the
savage.
The surprise and Indignation ofthe In
dian at the sight of the girl was intense,
and forgetting his supplicating cry. he
put his hand behind him and drew forth
his tomahawk to throw at her.
Lenora' S eye was as sharp as an eagles.
She saw the treacherous move, and just
as the bright blade of the Ratchet gleam-
ed for the throw, she raised her rifle and
shot the faithless scoundrel dead in his
tracks.
With the speed of deer she now
bounded forward to the lake.
Harry Watson shouted Celery hallelu-
jah, | knew it was Lenora |" and, the
father cried for joy as her little form APP
peared on the bluff, rifle in hand
Quickly she descended TO the canoes
and unbound the two men, who embraced
her and cried over her in the most extrav-
agant manner.
But they felt they had no time to lose
and, hastily, gearing up their teams and
loading up their valuables, they set out
for Minneapolis, where they arrived safe
~, and where ienora and Harry Watson
were Immediately made one flesh.
Old Walter Brown and Harry Watson
both did good service in the Indian bat
ties which followed and when the saw
ages were finally exterminated, they all
went back to their old home on Green
Lake where they now live. They have
one Of the largest stock farms in the
State; and Lenora, though the happy
wife and mother clings to her beautiful
revolving rifle, and ENTHUSIASTICALLY uses
1t to keep herself in practice.