The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1869-06-16

await until they get nearer the house,
then shoot the hindmost one first" 10
She obeyed the impression, and let them
come ona few rods nearer. Suddenly the
thought came again:
"Now's your time"
Clapping her face to the rifle breech, she
trained the death dealing tube steadily at
the chest of the rearmost Indian for an In
slant and fired. n
The bullet proved 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 astonished those remain
ing Indians. Wildly they looked in every
direction to see whence came the fatal shot.
In the next instant 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 shooter. At
once they comprchended their peril. They
could dot hide, and their only show was in
running to the tree and tomahawking their
presumptuous foe on the spot Instantly
sounding the war-whoop, tncy 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 again
the brave girls rifle rang like the knell of
doom, and fourth savage pitched head
long to the ground.
The terror of the remaining two was now
pitiful 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. But again the relentless rifle blaz-
ed, and another of the remaining two sunk
tn the ground as the bullet went crashing
through his brain.
Immediately the one left threw down his
rifle and cried out:
mo shoot me No shoot me! Me give
upp
Leonora had drawn bead on him, but
now that they seemed so perfectly in her
power she lowered her rifle, add stepping
from behind the tree, climbed the fence
brskly, and commenced approaching 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.
Leonoras eye was as sharp as an engle's.
She saw the treacherous 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 sped of deer she now bounded
forward to the lake.
Harry Watson shouted "Glory halle
lujah. knew it was Leonora !" and the
father cried for Joy as her little form appear
ed on the bluff, rifle in hand.
Quickly she descended to the canoes and
unbound the two men, who embraced 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
loading up their valuables, they set out for
Minneapolis, where they arrived safely, and
where LeonoIa and Harry Watson were i'm
mediately made one flesh.
Old Walter Brown and Harry Watson
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
largest stock farms in the State; and
Leonora, though the happy wife and
mother, clings to her beautiful revolving
rifle, and yet occasionally uses it to keep
herself in practice.