The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1869-06-24

danced and her face flushed w'tu anger
"See there is a third canoe, which they
no doubt suppose will contain me. This
vi}laineus work has been carefully calcu-
lated but YOU bad savages, you have
mistaken your girl this timel Nora
Brown has been taught more things than
to cook venison steak! On, dear, dear
father, your Nora will soon show you
how bravely she can succor you, and
how your instructing her in the use OF
the rifle has saved you this day. And
you, too, darling Harry Watson, have
won a longer lease of your precious life
by presenting me this splendid revolving
rifle. Six bullets for six ruhians Miss
one of them? All, if l should, there is
my knife! No, Nora, you must, will not
miss one Of them"
The girl now stealthiIy crept through
the underbrush up the bank to the prairie
above. She knew that, to reach the
house, the Indians would have to pass
across broad, fiat field where there was
no shelter for their persons She did not
think they would hesitate to do this, be-
cause, having the two men, they would
hardly expect any resistance from o SIN
gle girl. About thirty rods to the right
Of the path, a cattle-yard had been erect.
ed by her father, and in one corner OF
the fence stood an immense elm tree.
Inside of this yard climbed Leonora, and
behind the big elm she concealed herself.
A few minutes more proved she was
right in her conjectures. The Indians
after having tied stout rawhide thongs
around the feet of their prisoners, laid
them down in the bottom of the canoes,
and taking their guns with them, strobe
gaily and laughingly along toward the
house, without attempt at conccalment.
Leonora's heart grew as hard as
stone, and her nerves, which had fiutter-
ed little before, now grew as firm as
steel. She had put fresh waterproof
caps upon each nipple OF her rifle, and,
resting the barrel upon rail of the fence,
she drew sharp bead upon the foremost
one; but, as her finger carved to press
the trigger, she heard what actually
seemed to be q voice whisper:
"Not yet, Nora
She paused, and then, as by inspiration,
flashed this thought into her mind:
"Wait till they get nearer the house,
then shoot the hindmost one first"
She obeyed the impression, and let them
como on few yards nearer. Suddenly,
the thought came again:
"Now's you time"
Clapping her face to the rifle brecch,
she trained the death telling tube steadily
upon the chest of the rearmost Indian
for an instant, and fired.
The bullet sped 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 astounded the
remaining Indians. Wildly they looked
in every direction, to see from whence
came the fatal shot, and the next instant
bang went Leonora's rifle again, and an
other of their number dropped dead.
But they saw the smoke of the last
shot and caught glimpse of the shooter.
At once they comprehended their peril.
They could not hide, and their only show
for life was in rushing to the tree and
tomahawking their presumptuous foe on
the spot. Instantly sounding the war
whoop, they bounded forward but with
notes half uttered, another of their num-
ber bounded 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
knell of doom, and q fourth savage fell
beadlong to the ground. The terror OF
the remaining two was painful to behold;
They stopped short in their onward
course, and, uttering the most fearful
screams, discharged their rifles at the
tree in the widest and most unavailing
manner. Again that relentless rifle
blazed, and another Of the remaining two
sank to the ground as tho bullet went
crashing through his brain:
Immediately the one left threw down
his gun and cried out:
"No shoot ;,neF No shoot me- Me give
'Leonora had drawn u bead on him, but
now that he seemed so perfectly in her
power she lowered her rifle, and, step
ping from behind the tree, climbed the
1ence Drlskiy, aIlu coinlnchoeu "PPto"o"-
ing the savage.
The surprise and indignation of the
Indian at the sight of the girl was in
sense and, forgetting his supplicating
cry, he put his hand behind him and drew
forth his tomahawk to throw at her.
Leonora's eyes we're sharp as an ea-
gle's. She saw the treacherous move,
and Just as the bright blade of the hatch
ct cleaned for the throw, she raised her
rifle and shot the faithless scoundrel dead
in his tracks.
With the speed of the deer she now
bounded forward to the lake. Harry
Watson shouted
"Glory hallolujah l knew it was No
ra," and the father cried for joy, as her
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