The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-01-05

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and they resolved to use fire. Soon
every cabin was in flames, save that
occupied by the defenders. The
sight was mournful one to all but
the savages, who danced around in
deyilish glee.
Presensly terrible volley was
opened upon the redskins, It came
from the woods close at hand. The
besieged knew that assistaee had ar
rived, and they darted from the cab
in, while a cheer burst from their
lips. 1t was answered by terrible
shout; and now the unseen party
appeared.
The saYsges had already taken, to
fight,leaving large number ofkiH-
ed behind them. They plunged into
the river, and gained the opposite
bank as best they could, not even
stopping there, but pushing rapidly
toward their stronghold in the
mountain.
Those who had so timely arrived
were weary with their long march,
and required a few hours rest. But
it was decided to follow up the
Camanches without necessary delay.
Daylight came, and a search was
made among the ruins of the block
house. The charred remains Of an
Indian were found, but it was deei-
ded that it was not Wantoni.. Moth
ing could be discovered ofJennie.
Soon after the body of the friend
ly Indian was found, and the manner
of his death was plain. Here was q
mystery.
At ten o'clock that day over three
hundred well armed, determined
avengers set out for the camp Of
Warlopa. They calculated, from
the distance, that they would be able
to reach it by dark the second even
ing. "No quarter to the accursed
Camanches," was the watehword.
They felt confident of success. The
friendly Lapans acted as guides.
When Jennie Moore found herself
really a captive, she did not give
way to grief as most maidens would
have done. On the contrary, she
was very cheerful, and often she
burt out in a song, making the
mountains and valleys echo again.
She had a double motive in this.
In the first place it pleased the say
ages; and in the next place, il friends
were following her, they might hear
her and recognize her voice.
When it was over the chief said /;
'White bird sings Eell-she must
become my wife"
"When do propose to do me that
honorf'
Tonight"
Tonight she repeated, with
a shudder, as she gazed around.
The chief seemed to divine her
thought, aad continued: "Yes, to-
night you rest in Warlopa's arms.
You cannot escape, and your frowns
will not avail. / am a great chief.
Ny lodge is black with scalps of the
pale face; my hands are red with
their blood. The pale maiden's
chief is dead. I killed him. He is
gone to the hunting grounds. Pale
face see him no more"
"Did you kill Colonel Pool?" she
asked, her eyes flashing fire.
"Oughp'
"And my father and mother?'
"All fell beneath the hatchet of
the red man. Your valley Is laid
bare. In the ashes of your home Law
all that you love, Where stood the
pale faces Of yesterday is now smoul-
deriDg ashes of their homes. Pale
maiden's friends are gone. She viii
see them no more"
For some time Jennie remained
silent, and several tear drops fell
from her eyes. But she became
suddenly cheerful again, and said
"Well, if 1 have lost all, 1 suppose
I may as well be content to live a
wild life. and 1 have no doubt but
that can fud much enjoyment. I
think l shall make a capital Indian
wife. You don't know what 1 can
do. Why, l venture to say 1 can
beat you with q rife now"
"Oughr'
Don't you believe mei she cried,
swell, We viii see. Take your weap-
on and split yonder sapling with the
bullet"
The chief fred, but Kissed his
mark,
Jennie laughed derisively, and ex-
claimed:
Now load and let me try"
The rifle was charged and handed
her.
A large number of warriors were
watching her. She raised the weap-
on to her shoulder, and aimed to-
ward the sapling.
No one dreamed of herintentions.
She hesitated a moment, and while
still retaining her position, hissed
through her teeth:
"Chief, your lodge is black with
the scalps of the pale faces, your
hands are red with their blood. You
killed the pale face chief. my father.
mother and bYer. receive your
reward"
f. Quick as thought she changed the
direction of her rife and fired. War
lopa uttered a howl and fell back
dead. The heroic maiden had shot
him through the heart
For a time the savages did not ut
ter a sound-they appeared to be
stricken dumb with surprise. But
soon they recovered, and the most
fiendish yells burst forth. 1t seemed
that she would be instantly torn to
pieces, but an Indian interposed and
say ed her. She was lashed to tree,
and brushwood heaped around her.
She felt that there was no hope, and
she resolved to meet death without
exhibiting any weakness.
The sun was low in the west.
The avengers had pushed forward
with all possible speed, and had az
rived within half a mile of the camp.
Ithad been decided to delay the at
tack until midnight.