The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-02-29
JENNIE MOORE.
A Tale of the Texas Border.
BY DAWSON FINLEY.

Settlers along the banks OF the Warlo-
pa river, in Texas. had been worked to
pitch, bordering on frenzy. For long
time the Camanche Indians had been
committing depredations Of fearful
character, and it was evident that an
open warfare must ensue.-Ihe savages
must be exterminated. or nearly SO; else
the white man would be driven from his
home, or butchered upon its threshold.
A settlement of some thirty cabins had
been for ed upon the Warlopa and for
its protection and the safety Of It's
inhabitats. in case Of an attack, block
house had been erected on the bank of
the river. Il was strong building, sur
rounded by high stockade and from
within, a handful of men could defend
themselves against hundreds of their
savage foes. It was well supplied with
provisions and ammunition Several large
hogheads Of water were placed within
reach, in case an attacking party would
resort to fire.
The settlers were anticipating an at
tack that very night, ana ere now bust
~ engaged in moving the women and
children and such articles of household
goods that could be carried without the
use of teams. Scarcely had the settlers,
with their families, secured thenS, YES
within their stronghold, when wild cry
was raised, and the white men gathered
around the remains of one OF their neigh
b + who had j st been brought In from
a distant field. The body had been so
horribly mutilated that it was scarcely
recognizable but it was discovered to be
that Of George Maoy, gentleman high
ly este, med by all He hal left home
Blu hours before, to look after his
cattle and this was all that remained to tell
the story OF his butchery.
Revenge was pictured upon every face,
and each HI nd ella BED tighter the RI
it held Then the shout burst forth,
death to the red deviIs-death to the
CLmanches -
Death and determination to the ac-
cursed Cam inches |" repeated Col mel
john Pool. But we must act with pru-
dence, boys. They are strong; at pres
ent we are weak. We must all remain In
the cNdeHs to -. but / expect
the boys who are coming to join US from
the Valley viii = her i daylight,if not
before. We can count them at least three
hundred, with brave hearts and steady
nerves. We will march into the very heart
Of the enemy country, and with rifle,
knit am fire, teach those red devils a les
son they will never forget"
a wild cheer followed this brief address
but the sound was given back by the wild
shrieks of women and children Every
eye was turned to the direction whence
the voices came. Out of the block house
came women and children in the widest
confusion and fright, uIug in all
rections, to escape fury that the settlers
had not yet seen; but it was understood
a5 once at the say4ges were at their
deViIish work.
Look well 10 your weapons, boys, and
be ready FOR any emergency" said Colonel
Pool, as he cooked his rife W. my
have hot work soon; follow me.
Tae flying wllnen were met and ques-
toned. They stated that the savages
got within the stockade unobserved, while
the settlers were viewing the remains of
Maloy, and were preparing to burn the
blockhouse. That this was true became
apparent, for the flames were now seen to
leap up, encircling the main building with
in the stockade.
Forward, menl" cried the Colonel.
And in a few minutes, the settlers had
reached the burning mass. 1t was found
impossible to save it, so completely was the
stronghold enveloped in the burning ele-
ment.
But q new horror presented itself
Upon the very top of the middle build
ing female form was seen clinging to
the flagstaff; the flames leaping around
her. She glanced down on SETTLING
furnace below her, and made move
ment as if to make a fearful leap to The
earth; but she paused that would be
certain death. The distance was some
forty feet, and all within the stockade
was glowing mass, where brushwood
had been heaped by the savages, to Ia
cilitate the burning. Almost every one
of these hardy men held their hroa h in
an agony of suspense, but a few voices
exclaimed: My God, it is Jennie
Moore -
We must speak in detail of Jennie
She was the daughter OF one Of the set
tiers. She was little wild and roman
tie, but heightened and generous. In
deed, some of her acts of kindness had
won the regard Of a number of Japan In
dams, who joined the pale faces in con-
sequence, becoming their fast friends.
Several of them were now present, and
they almost worshipped the maiden.
Their admiration was equal to their at
fiction; for Jennie could ride the Wild
est colt. handle rifle skillfully.or drive
canoe equal to Ca.uanche.
Warlopo, Camanche chief, had seen
her and become enamored with her
beauty He had sworn to capture her
and make her his wife. At these threats
the girl laughed, for they did not trouble
her in the least. Not SO with her par
ents; for they felt anxious lest Warlopa