The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-12-24

agesl you have mistaken your girl this
time. Leonora Brown has been taught
more things than to cook venison steak.
Oh, dear father, your Leoncra will soor
show you how brsvely she can succol
you, and how your instructing her in
the use of this rife has saved you this
day. And you, too, darling Henry
Watson, have won longer lease Of
your precious life by presenting me with
this splendid revolving rifle. Six bull
let's for six rufians! Miss one of them
an, if l should-thers's my knife No,
Leouors, you must not miss one Of
them
The girl now crept stealthily through
the underbrush up the bank to the prai-
ne above. She knew that to reach the
the house the Indians would have to
cross a broad, fiat field, where there
was no shelter for their persona She
did not think they would hesitate to do
this, because, having taken the two
men, they would hardly expect any re
sistance from 3 single girl.-About
thirty rods to the right of the path a
cattle yard had been erected by her ia
ther and in the 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 conjecture. The Indians
after having tied stout rawhide thongs
around the feet of their prisoners, laid
them down in the bottom of their ca
noes, strobe gayly aud laughingly along
toward the house, with out any attempt
at coneealment.
Leonora's heart grew hard az a stone,
and her neryes-Which futtered little
before-noW grew as firm as steel. She
had put fresh waterproof caps upon
each nipple of her rifle, and putting
the barrel on the fence, drew a sharp
bead upon the foremost Indian; but as
her finger curved to press the trigger,
she heard what actually seemed to be
a voice whisper:
Not yet LeonorsP
She paused, and then, as if by inspi-
ration quickly flashed the thought into
her mind:
wait until they get a little nearer
the house, and then shoot the hindmost
one first
She obeyed the impression, and le-
them come on few rods nearer. Sudt
denly thought came again:
Now's your timep
Clapping her face TO the rife breech,
she trained the death-dealing tube
steadily at the chest of the hindmost In
dian for an instant and fired.
The bullet proved true to its mark,
and the burly Indian merely threw up
his arm and fell dead, the rife bali.
having gone directly through his heart.
A clap of thunder from a clear sky
could not have so utterly astonished
those remaining Indians. Wildly they
looked in every directisn to see Wbeucsl
came the fatal shot. In the next in
stsnt baugl went Leonoras rifle again
and another of their number dropped
dead.
But they saw The smoke OF the last shot
and caught glimpse Of the shooter At
once they eomprehended their peril-They
could not hide, and their only show was 10
running TO the tree and tomahawking their
foe on the spot.-Instantlyl
sounded the war-Whoop, they bounded for
ward, but with the notes half. uttered an;
other of their number leapsd into the air fell
back to rise no more Leonora had fired
again.
The remaining three rushed on but again
the brave girls rife rang like the kneif Of
doom, and fourth savage pitched headlong
to the ground.
The terror Of the remaining two WIS now
pitiful to behold; they stopped short in their
onward course, and uttered the most fearful
screams, dischargiDg their rifles at the tree
in the widest and most unayailing manner
But sgain the relentless rifle blszed. and an
other Of the remaining two sank to the grouBd
as the bullet went crashing through his
brain.
Immediately the one left threw down his
rife 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 rA9, and stepping
from behind the tree climbed the fence brisk
ly, and commenced approaching the savage.
The surprise and indignation of the To-
dian at the sight of the girl was intense,
and forgetting his suPplicating cry, he put
his hand beside him and drew forth his
tOmahawk to throw at her.
LeOnOra's s eye was as sharp as an eagles.
She saw the treacherOus move, and Just as
he bright blade of the Ratchet cleaned for
the throw, she raised her rife and shot the
faithless scoundrel dead in his tracks.
With the speed of deer she now bounded
to the lake.
Harry Watson shouted 'Glory hslleIuiah, >.
knew it was Lsonora" and the father cried
for joy as her little form appeared on the
bluff, riffs in hand.
Quickly she descended to the canoes and
unbound the two men, who embraced her
and cried over her in the most exraVsgant
manner.
But they left, they had no time to lose; and
hastily gearing up their teams and loading
up their valuables. they set out for Min.
nespOlis, where they arrived safely aud
where Leonora and Harry were immediately
made one flesh.
Old Walter Brown and Harry Watson
both did good service 10 the Indian battles
which followed; and when the savages we're
hually exterminated. they all went back to
their old home on Green Lake, where they
live. They have one of the largest. stock
farms in the State and LeOnora, thought
happy wife and mother, elings to her beau
tiful revolving riAa, and yet occasionally
uses it to keep herself in praatiee.