The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-04-13

each minnie of her rifle, and putting thu
barrel on the rail of the fence, drew {
sharp bead upon the foremost Indian
but as her finger curved to press thu
to be voice whisper:
tsNot yet, Leonora ]"
She naused, and then, as If by inspi
ration, flashed the thought into hel
mind: --.... --.-
then shoot the hiudmost one first.''
She obeyed the impression, and lei
them come on few rods nearer. Sud.
denly the thought came again:
"Now's your time I"
Clapping her face to the rifle breech
she trained the death. dealing tube
steadily at the chest of the rearmost In.
dian for an instant and fired.
and the burly Indian merely threw uI
| his arms and fell dead, the rifle ball
having gone directly through his heart.
A clap Of thunder from a clear sky
could not have 80 utterly astonished
those remaining Indians. Wildly they
looked in every direction to see whence
came the fatal shot. In the next In
slant bang! went Leonora's rifle again,
and another OF their number dropped
dead.
But they saw the smoke OF the last
shot and caught glimpse Of the shoot
er. At once they comprehended their
peril. They could not hide, and their
only show for life was in running to
the tree and tomahawking their pre-
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.
Leonora had fired again.
The remaining three rushed on, but
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knell of doom, and fourth savage
pitched headloug to 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.
charging 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 crash
ing through his brain.
Immediately the one left threw down
his rifle and cried out:
"No shoot me! No shoot me; Me
give up!'
Leonora had drawn bead on him,
but now that they seemed so perfectly
in her power abe lowered her rifle, and
stepping from behind the tree, climbed
the fence brisklv, and commenced APP
preaching the savage.
me surprise duu lQulku9tlOu Oh IuO
Indian Ht the sight OF the girl was in
tense, and forgetting his supplicattng
cry, he put his hand behind him and
drew forth his tOmahawk to throw at
her.
Lconora's eye was as sharp as an
eagles. She saw the treacherous move,
and just as the bright blade of the
Ratchet cleaned for the throw, she rails
ed her rifle and shot the faithless scoun-
drel dead in his tracks.
With tho speed OF a deer she now
bounded forward to the lake.
Harry Watson shouted "Glory halle
lujah. I knew it was Leonora I" and
the father cried for joy AS her little form
appeared on the bluff, rifle in hand.
Quickly she descended to the canoes
ana unbounded the two men, who en-
braced her and cried over her In the
most eXtravagant manner.
But they felt they had no time to lose:
and, hastily gearing up their teams and
louding up their valuables, they set out
for Minneapolis, where they arrived
safely, and where LeOnora and Harry
Watson was Immediately made one
flesh.
Old Walter Brown and Harry Wat
son both did good service in the Indian
battles which followed and when the
savages were finally eXterminated, they
all went back to their old home on
Green Lake, where they now live. They
have one of the iurSest stock farms in
the State, and LeonOrH, though happy
wife and mother, Clings to her beauti-
full revolving rifle, and yet OccasiO naily
uses II to keep herself in practice.