The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1870-05-05

a with his friends around him,
and George after an hours illness,
and IN a strange land" 'A "A
srYes,"iit is strange; but let rs
dismiss the subject. 1.-THE cursed /
Sioux do not modest us tonight we |
shall feel easier"
II hope they viii not, for / want !
to reach the gold country with my |
life. Then-----r%'' gc
The Ehip-like crack Of a ride
flled the revine, and the speaker !
sprang to his feet and fell back |
dead. The atheistical students |
wish had been fnlfiIled-he died |
without.a moments warning.
"A glancc told young Webber
that his friend was dead, and seiz-
ind hiscarbine he darted away to-
wa the corral where tte.fGht be-
tween red and white had already
begun. a5f
The painted Arabs OF America
outnumbered the gold hunters, and
others were swooping down the ra-
vine to assist their friends. Web
Der saw the reinforcing party, and
springing upon a rock, over the
heads of the complaints, he sent
six balls among their new enemies.
The young man was a splendid
marksman, and the souls of six
Sioux scared aloft to the happy
hunting grounds.
Then he sprang from the rock,
and q minute later was among his
companions dealing death with the
butt of the carbine.
"Hurrah, boys! Fight like IT,
gers. Never give up, but die game.
This is the wayr' and the weapon
crushed the skull of a Sioux chief.
Bravely the whites fought, and
ono by one they went down till but
one remained-young Webber.
Tome on you painted devils"
he cried, slowly retreating, and
throwing his now useless carbine
at stalwart brave. Come on! l
have a revolver left" and ball
reaching a warriors breast told the
savage that the young man spoke
truly.
His retreat was cut off; his back
touched rock that rose for three
hundred feet above him. His hands
were red with his own and the
blood of his foes, and down his
face ran the same red current.
The Indians did not want to kill
him there; they admired his brave
ry, and their chief, Black Wolf,
had sworn that he should die by
fire. This oath he had communi-
Gated to his band. '3e.'a
At the first shot from Mowbray's
Colt the red demons paused.
eyes, come on and let me have
five more cracks at you," cried
Webber. "You will ultimately
conquer me, but I'm going to die
game. Come ON squaws of the
cowardly Sioux nation.
This exasperated the Indians,
and determining to put an end to
the bloody conflict they rushed for.
ward. rll la
Crack crack! crack! and down
went three more Sioux. But the
brave arms seized and hurled him
to the earth, where despite his
struggles, he was bound. Then
followed the painful operation o.
seeing his dead comrades scalped
after which he was secured to 6
horse, one of their own, and hur
ried like the wind towards the
Sioux village, where he hoped
they would give him an opportuni
ty to die "game."
Despite the energy and the ca
gerness Of the Indians to rcacl
their village before midnight, they
J did not do it, and several horses o
the party fell dead at the end o
the journey.
Mowbray thought he was not tc
die until during the approaching
day; but he was mistaken, for i'm
mediately following his arrival a
the village, he saw all the woman
moving towards the south will
armsful Of sticks. Soon after
wards he was led in the same direc
ton. Then he was stripped to tn
! skin, clothes divided among a fey
chiefs, who donned. them, all tn
while yelling like demons. Sud
. denly a stumpy warrior rushed for
ward and delivered a kick anon!
the prisoners ribs. Mowbray KEEP
! from them the fearful pain it occa
stoned; he had determined to di
= like a man. This kick was tn
! signal for others and blows, ant
the young man sank to the cart
under them.
! But he was rescued by Blacl
Wolf who feared his people woul'
cheat the fire of a victim. Bloo'
flowing from every limb, our her
: saw the preparation for his death
! They were the same made for tn
lamented Colonel Crawford, eighty
two years before. Around the ia
; tai stake lay piles of poles as thicl
as a mans thumb, and about tel
. feet in length. They lay six o
' seven yards from the stake. Afte
> Mowbray was securely bound,
rope was fastened to the thongs be
:. tween his wrists, and the othe
tied to the bottom of the stake
The rope was long enough to pei
nit him to walk around the stak
!, several times and return.
y "Whitc man." cried Black Wo,
. pompously shifting his breast, "yo
! y must die. Aud Black Wolf wi
e soon hear you cry like squaw."