The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1870-01-11

directly back into the wilderness, and
then they suddenly came upon an Indiar
encampment Murrill did not hesitate
but walked directly forward as one vel
acquainted with the place. In person he
appeared to be well known to the sava
ges; but it created much surprise that he
should be accompanied by so large Q
number of his men, and the redskins
gathered eagerly around to see what was
about to take place.
|. Murrill paused directly in front of the
lodge occupied by the Indian chief, Long
Run. Two white captives were seated
within; one of them woman of thirty
five years of age. Long Run was also
there, and seeing his visitors, he came
forth, and asked, in some surprise:
"Why does my white brother come &C.
companied by SO large a,number of his
warriors ?' .sf
"He comes for the pale face captives." /"
"Has my brother brought the gold to
ransom them ?"
"No; l shall have them without gold,
or blood will fow."
"Let it tfow," coolly returned the chief.
"Look you," cried Murrill, and his
dark eyes flushed lightning as he spoke,
''look you, chief, and mark me we'll
am robber, but / am not woman steal
er.
II war upon men when they oppose
me, but never upOn defenseless women.
You, chief, meanly stoop to seize the de-
fenseless. Why do you do it? l will
tell you. ransomed one maid of you,
and returned her to her home, because
her friends thought l was her captor
ransomed a second, and fourth for the
same reason You have found that it
is paying business, and you think that
l will give you gold for all your captives.
So you are trying to impose upon me,
and you are stirring up the upper coun-
try against me, for they call me merci-
less murderer This must STOP You
must give up these captives and promise
to molest females and children no more,
or you and are foes"
'sThen we are foes"
"Cut them down, men, yelled Muir.
rill. "Spare not red dog who ventures
to resist"
Long Run sprang towards his cap
tives with raised tomahawk, 1t was ev-
identity his intention to kill them, that
they might not be rescued 3u.a fatal
bullet sped from the rifle of Murrill, and
the Indian chief fell dead even at the
very feet of the captives.
A terrible volly was poured into the
red skins, and then afierce hand. TO- hand
encounter commenced, while the valley
echoed with yells of defiance and shrieks
of agony.
But it soon became known that Long
Run had fallen. His voice did not cheer
on his warriors. This was enough. They
threw down their arms and sued for quar-
ters They were granted them, and the
were that they should NO lon
ger war upon the helpless.
J Allnight long had Mr.. Seymour watch
ed and waited, hoping to meet his loved
ones. And they came at last. 1t was
an affecting meeting. The eyes of Muir
rill were not dry as he gazed upon the
scene, and even some of his strong men
shed tears.
After a sufficient rest, preparations
were made for the journey back to the
Falls, and Mr.. Seymour was supplied
with sufficient money to repair the
losses he had sustained. This was taken
from the dead chief-the amount which
had been paid him in ransom.
Murrill did not even tell the old man
that he was not the destroyer of his home
and the captor of those he loved; but
he learned the particulars from them.
Reaching the Falls again, all the set
tiers were soon loud in praise of the no
BILE acts of the pirate chief, and the only
regret was that he was not a better man
in every respect. -
Who will say that the devil is as black
as he is usually painted I