The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1869-03-23

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so dense that it almost shut out the day
light. He paused by a silver spring
which had been reached by narrow
winding pathway. Lifting the captiv,
from the animal upon which she had beer
bound, he took her in his arms, seated
himself by the fountain, and began tt
bathe her brow with the cooling liquid.
In the meantime, Altamaha had reach
ed that point on his way to Savannah
He turned aside to quench bis thirst, ant
discovered the Indian and the maiden
The disguise deceived him. There wa:
the crimson coat, and he believed the
wearer to be Captain Henry Waller. Hi.
heart throbbed with fiendish delight, ,and
creeping slowly forward, he plunged his
knife into the heart of Red Plume, who
fell back without even so much as
groan.
Fo take the scalp and strip the gar.
ment from his back was but the work ol
an instant, and so blinded was the saw
age by his passion, that he did not dis
cover the mistake he had made.
In an hour after he rode into camp
with the maiden, yelling in triumph, and
waving his trophies above his head. The
savages Joined in the shouts, and the
chief could not conceal his JOY as he
came forward. and received his captive
Then he grasped the trophies brought by
Altamaha-the dripping scalp and the
crimson coat. He simply glanced al
them, and then started back with wild
cry, evincing the most terrible excite
ment.
A few words from Altamaha explain.
ed how he came in possession of them
and then turning to his captive, the chief
asked:
"Is it Captain Henry Waller who has
been slain 7"
NO." she replied, ait was the red de.
mon who first stole me from my home.
Like tiger the chief turned upon the
now trembling Altamaha, and exclaim.
ed:
Dog, you have murdered my son
Red Plume, the joy of my life, and the
hore of my tribe-receive your reward.
He drew his tomahawk from his belt
and hurled it forward with great force
1t buried itself deep into the brains OF
Altamaha, and he fell ifeless to the
ground.
The grief of Tomo Chichi was great
He led his captive into his lodge, and then
seated himself. He did not speak, but
an occasional groan burst from his lips,
and his powerful breast heaved violently.
Hours passed or, and still no orders had
been given for night guard.
Suddenly the yellings of his warriors
aroused him. He sprang without his
lodge and listened. He heard the rattle
of arms and the tramp of horses feet.
He quickly began the formetion OF his
warriors; but now body of dragons
burst into the circle, and the fight began.
High above the din OF battle the voice
Of Tomo Chichi was heard cheering on
his men, but it was of no avail. The
charge had been so sudden and so fierce
that complete route soon followed ,and
the savages were Low flying in every di-
recuon.
TEe~ictory was complete.
In half an hour after, Helen Prescott
was ON her way back to Savannah with
the troopers. She rode beside her lover,
and this time felt no inclination to
indulge in race. The lesson the sava-
ges had received was salutary one, and
the chief was glad to enter into anqther
treaty of peace, for his broken faith lad
cost him dearly.
Helen Prescott soon after became the
wife of Young Waller,and she afterward
reigued sole queen Of his heart.