Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1871-11-07

threw herself upon his body. Th
fair haired oldest boy was her darling
Another shot came crashing through
the open window, and buried itself il
the opposite wall.
a "Aim at yonder tree, shouted Mr.
Oakley 81 saw the CLEAN of a riff
stock among the leaves. See, the oal
yonder., .sla s-'t 4.
A third shot whizzed past us SO clost
as to make us start back, and ther
our unerring rifles answered then
back, and down through the boughs
went a dark form, striking with q
heavy thud against the ground.
"He is, silenced," exclaimed Mr.,
Oakley, with a gleam of firm satisfac.
ton shooting across his face. Here
there was silence of longer duration
than any which had proceeded it, and
we were at loss to know whether they
had drawn off and given up the at
tack. This, however, my uncle doubt,
ed for he was accustomed to the tao
tics of those willy foes. At last he re.
marked:
"Where can they be hiding? I see
none Of the rest"
Father, father" called Grace in an
agonized tone. ,.r.t
Mr.. Oakley ran haitily into the
back room where she was. A stalwart
man in a hunting ock,.and -bronzed
as to make it almost doubtful if he
were white or red, had swung himself
from an adjoining tree onto the balco-
ny, and was trying to force himself
through the little window.
AS Mr.. Oakley rushed forward he
drew his hunting knife that lie wore IN
his belt, but seizing the sharp edge in
his bare hands, the infuriated father
wrestled it from his grasp by main
strength, and plunged it to the hilt in
his breast.
A fierce yell, and harmless volley
from the ambush, received this new
defeat, and then came another of those
ominous pauses.
"What can they be about" uttered
Simon, who was again at the look out.
They are piling up hay aud brush
wood. They surely do not dream of
firing the house ?"
"The door, the door !" gasped Grace,
Right, exclaimed the father. THE
girl has more wit than any of US. We
must barricade the hall"
"Neyer mind tho shutters" said
Mrs. Oakley, who had rcgained her
stony composure. 1--WE will bar them,"
Ind she began to draw the bolts.
Mr.. Oakley hesitated, for the task
vas one of danger, but there was no
lime, and chairs, tables, sofas, were
,iled up short distance from the door,
n which was really formidable bar.
'icade, guarded as it was by unerring
ifes. The smell Of the burning wood
md the smoke that filled the hall, now
rev almost intelerable. Mr.. Oakley
'laced us on the staircase and exhort.
d his sons anew to stand close and
AXE good aim. A portion of the door
I'll in. Mr.. Oakley raised his rifle,
nd Walter Van Cuyler, who was the
rst to spring in, staggered and fell
ack with groan; the others swarm
d like bees, but a second and third of
hese volleys brought them to a stand.
10 man cared to expose himself to
ertain death. 7i ;geisrs.i 90 s1oi3f |
Mr.. Oakley turned impetuously to
is Sons: 'sf'I q roffrrsrsa b.lf |,
"Give 'em another; boys, we'll beat
m of yeti" But mute shake of
le head was the only answer. The
,wder was exhaused. For q moment
deadly palor overspread his face
le next, his voice rang out, clear and
IN as ever:l @. gfas 90 = 15gsup |,
"Closc up! Draw your knives - |,
g will sell our lives as dearly az pos.
ble." 4s ie1iragHl is1a. 30 |,
"Come on their powder is out l,h
an shouted, who; with half q dozen |.
hers, had succeeded in cscramblinp |
er the barricade, and making his way
ward the little group. d'1oL siai |,
"You had better be careful, our WON,
have their Knitting needles yet re-
rted Mr.. Oakley desicively.sy sd, !,
Wen take care Of you and the
'men both" returned the rufian.
ming blow at Simon, which brought
m to the ground. owo9 90 .sts ID.
"A spam ccntorted Mr. Oakley's
srm features for moment and with
strange sob, he threw himself head,
ng upon his sssailants. 10 ~ dii1 ID,
aKill him-cut him dovn--hs,s the
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