The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1870-04-26

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Then followed the painful operation, Of
seeing his dead comrades scalped, after
which he was secured to a horse, oie Of
their own, and hurried like the Wind to-
8 ward the Sioux village, where lie Hoped
they would give him a chance to die
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Despite the .energy and eagerness of
the Indians to reach. .heir village before
midnight, they did not do it, and several
horses of the party fell dead at the end
of the journey. :. liaFe1s
Mcwbray thought he was not to die
until during the approaching day. but he
was mistaken, for Immediately following
his arrival at the village, he saw all the
women moving toward the South with
4 armslul of sticks. Soon afterwards he
was led in the same direction, and the
death stake met his sight Then he was
stripped to the skin, lis clothes divided
among the few chiefs, who donned them,
all the while yelling like demons. Sud.
denly. q stumpy warrior rushed forward
and delivered a kick among the ptiso3
ner's ribs Mowbfay kept from them
!. the fearful pain it occasioncd. He had
determined to die like man. This was
the signal for kicks and blows. and the
young man sank to the earth under
them. ..sq :. '.''l''Asfi 80
| But he was rescued by Black Wolf
who feared his people would cheat the fire
:. of a victim. Blood flowed from every
limb. Our hero saw tile preparation for
his. death. They we're the same made
for the lamented Col. Crawford, eighty
two years before. Around the fatal
stake law niles Of no,es ne rtbicE ne .
mans thumh. and about fen feet in lenotb
They Law. six or seven wards from the
stake, Atfer Movhrav was snnnrali,
bound a rome WAS broilght + mn en5' of
which was fastened to the deer tbonos
batween his wrists. and the other t;al fo
the bottom of the stSLe eTbe ROM, nOc,i,wuas WAS
LONG ENOUGH to permit him to walk
around the stake several times and re.
turn !, - = -; s5lstFeil .!,ila q
"Wbita.man crie1 p,,ct W8h9 9,,;;,,no
nouslv smiting his hreast i.y}o5ll, }5l must
die Black Wolf win soon hcara van
cry like a souaw. n1,N '''7os'' % 70 i5G
.You lie.'l sho,ted the prisoner. rs he
saw the savages applging the torch to
the poles. my lips Shall not utter cries
of pain. I will show YOU how d pale
face can die, Back, red hearted sutlaw.
or the fire will make YOU cry like the
wounded wolfn - liti:is,r'iiiasd "a
The chief stennet3 hack ohd f,ldad b;s
brawnv arms across his massive breast.
A tiendish smile PLAYED upoti his lips. as
he saw the flames leap up and the prisol
ner forced over them, around the fatal
RING of burning sticks. Hotter and hot
ter GREW the fire. but not a cry escaped
the lips of the doomed man. Already
his body was covered with huge bIisters,
and the flesh was beginning to drop from
his neither limbs.
More than fifty charges had been fired
against his naked body, forcing open the
bIisters. and causing him pam unspeallsi-
BILE. The tauntings of the red devils he
hurled back into their teeth, the sarcas
tie words burning them like the fire
burned him He had wranned himself
close to the stake now. and was LOOKING
calmly NJ his cantors Never in % white
man had thev seen such a display of for.
titude. Suddenly asayage, With a terri
BILE veil. leaped the ring of flames, and
tho newt instant had torn the scalp from
tho brave fellows head.
The blood ran down his forehead and
blinded him. Oh! how he looged for a
moment of vengeance; he was diving
..oamen but he wanted to deal death
amono them ere he died. He would do
it. and to the work he summoned all his
strength. The lieature around his wrists
he discovered had been thoroughly dried
Inv the fire. and little work enabled him
to free his hands.
Bcyond the fire stood the -exultant
Stony boldino his scalp in one hand. and
tho roal-;nr En;f, in tha otbor 4 mo.
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