The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1869-09-22

nearer. Suddenly, the thought
came again:
"Now's your time"
Clapping her face to the rife
breech, she trained the death tell
ing tube steadily upon the chest
of the rearmost Indian for an in
stant, and fired.
+ The ball sped true to it's mark.
and the burly Indian merely threw
up his arms and fell dead-the
rifle hall having gone directly
through his heart.
A clap of thunder from clear
sky could not have so utterly as,
founded the remaining Indians,
Wildly they looked in every di.
rect,on, to see from whence came
the fatal shot, and the next in
slant bang went Leonora's rifle
again, and another of their mum.
ber dropped dead:
But they saw the smoke of the
last shot and caught a glimpse of
the shooter. At once they COM
pretended 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 sound
ing the war-whoop, they bounded
forward but with notes half ut
tered, another Of their number
bounded into the air, and fell back
to rise no more. Leonora had
fred again.
The remaining three rushed on,
but again the brave girls rife
rang like the knell of doom, and a
fourth savage fell headlong to the
ground. The terror of the re-
manning two was painful to behold.
They stopped short in their on
ward course, and, uttering the
most fearful screams, discharging
their rifles at the tree in the wild
est and most unavailing manner.
Again that relentless rife blazed,
and another of the remaining two
sank to the ground as the bullet
went crashing through his brain.
Immediately the one left threw
down his gun and cried out:
"No shoot me! No shoot me |!
Me give up!"
Leonora had drawn a bead on
him, but now that be seemed so
perfectly in her power she low
cred herTife, and, stepping from
behind the tree, climbed the fence
briskly, and commenced approach
ing the savage.
The surprise and Indignation of
the Indian 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.
Leonora's eyes were sharp as
an eagles. She saw the treacher-
Gus move, and just as the bright
blade of the hatchet 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 bound forward to the lake.
Harry Watson shouted
"Glory hallelWah! I knew it
was Nora," and the father cried
for Joy, as her little form ap-
peared on the bluff, rife in hand.
Quickly she descended to the ca
noes and unbound the two men,
who embraced her and cried over
her, in the most extravagant man
ner.
But they felt that 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
safely, and where Nora Brown
and Harry Watson were imm2oi-
ately made one flesh.
Old Walter Brown and Harry
Watson both did good service in
the Indian battles which followed !;
and, when the esavages were finally ex-
terminated, they all went back to
their old homes on Green Lake,
where they now live. They have
one of the largest stock farms in
the State ; and Nora, though a
happy wife and mother, clings to
her revolving rife and yet oc,
casionally uses it to keep herself
in practice.
Where there is a will, there is a
way.
A Frenchman writing a letter
in English to friend, and looking
in the dictionary for the word
s.nresarves "and finding it meant to