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

nearer. Suddenly, the thought

nearer. Suddenly, the thought
camo again: - "nrl..r1 -
"Now's your timo |" &. .t.'
Clapping her face to the rifle
breech, she trained the death toll.
ing tube steadily upon the chest
OF tho rearmost Indian for an in.
stant, and fred. .'.".
/, The ball sped true to it's 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 a clear
sky could not have so utterly as
founded the remaining Indians.
Wildly they looked in every di.
rect'on, to sec from whence came
tho fatal shot, and tho next in
slant bang wont Leonora's rife
again, and another of their NUM-
Der dropped dead. ...,5nT nnt}
But they saw tho smoke of tho
last shot and caught a glimpse of
tho shooter. At once they COM
proh their peril. They could
not hide, and their only show for
life was in rushing to the troe and
tomahawking their prcsumptuous
foe on the spot. Instantly sound
ing the warwhoop, they bounded
forward but with notes half Ut
tered, another Of their number
bounded into tho mir, and foil back
to rise no moro. LeonoIa had
fired again.
The remaining three rushed on,
but again the bravo girls rifle
rang like the knell of doom, and a
fourth savage fell hoadlong to tho
ground. Tho terror Of tho rs-
manning two waspainful to bchold.
They stopped short in their on
ward course, and, uttering tho
most fearful screams, discharging
their rifles at the tree in tho Wild
est and most unavailing manner.
Again that relentless rifle blazed, i,
and another Of the remaining two
sank to the ground as the bullet
won't crashing through his brain.
Immediately the ono left throw
down his gun and cried out:
"No shoot mol No shoot mo
Me give up!' .~..~.-....- .-,.-..~.,-...
Leonora had drawn bead on
him, but now that he seemed 80
perfectly in her powor she low
cred her rifle, and, stepping from
behind tho tree, climbed tho fence
briskly, and commenced approach
ing the savage.
The surprise and indignation Of
the Indian at the sight of the girl
was intonse; and forgetting his
supplicating cry, ho put his hand
behind him and drew forth his
tomahawk to throw at her.
Lconoia's eyes wcro sharp as
an eagles. She saw the troacher-
Gus move, and just rs tho bright
blade Of the hhtchet cleaned for
tho throw, she raised hor rifle and
shot tho faithless scoundrel doad
in his tracks.
With the speed of the door shc
now bound forward to tho lake.
larry Watson shouted
"Glory hallclujah I knew it
was Nora" and the father cried
for joy, as her. little form ap-
peared Oh the bluff, rife in hand.
Quickly she descended to the ca
noes and unbound tho two mon,
who embraced her and cried over
her, in tho most cxtravagant man
nor. ~ ..... ......
But they felt that thoy had no
timo 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 wore immedi-
ately made ono flesh.
Old Walter Brown and Harry
Watson both did good service in
the Indian battles which followed; ;
and, when thcsavages woro finally OK.
terminated, thoy all went back to
their old homos on Greon Lake,
whore they now live. They havo
ono Of tho largest stock farms in
the State ; and Nora, though O
happy wife and mother, clings to
hor revolving rifle and yet oc-
casionall y uses it to keep horself
ii practice. .. l.. ',....
a. Who're there is d will, thore is q
way. /. I: ..
a Frenchman writing q lettor
in English to friond, and looking
in tho dictionary for tho word
"prosorves," and finding ii meant to
pickle, wrote as follows. .3g
"May you and you. family be
pickled to all eternity III
A coarse, ill-naturod follow,
died ono day, and his friends as.
sombled at his funeral, but no ono
had a good word to say about the