The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1876-01-06
And vet, perhaps not 50 cruel AS the

And yet, perhaps not 50 cruel as the
minute when the mother, at the attic
window, gave one long, long echong cry,
and came, staggering from her rPost, down
stairs to say-still in that strange voice
that mothers such as she will have at
such minute, "John, they are hit; the
arrow struck them both. Let me to the
kitchen window, You stay at the door
There's Just moment now"
There was but moment, and like Il
wild dream, the whole dreadful sight
came sweeping up, over the garden INTO
the yard.
Now, John could not see anything but
the mighty foam of the horse Jerusalem.
To this day, he says that the saddle, to
his ewes, as the magnificent creature
lcapcd by, was empty rs air. lie only
saw the horsc-and the horse made
staight for the barn.
But why did the sayagcs pursue 4
riderless horse? And whooping and
shooting cruelty after it, into the barn
they plunged.
"Thc boys are on the horse in Il
hoarsc whisper said the mother; | saw
them both. They are bleeding and fall
ing. The arrow has pinned them to-
gcthcr, John, but they've kept their
seat"
My boys are pretty good riders"
said John, turning his white face round
with grim, fathers pride, even then
but even my boys can't keep 4 horse
after they're shot through the body
Fright has turned your brain, Susan.
tell the story just as it was told to
me and the way Of that was this How
Jerusalem lcapcd into the barn, with the
BOYS or 80 the mother thought, bleeding
upon his back how the sayagcs secured
the barn. the yard, the garden, pIundercd
little here and there, and tirtuIIy at
tackled at intervals the barricaded house
how John, brave and white at one door,
and Susan, white and brave at the other,
abundance of powder and unIiInchlng
hearts. and the love Of three helpless
babes drove them, by-and-by, sullcnly
away how, when they had been long,
safe hour gone, the parents, shiycrlng
and sad, crept out with white lips, little
by little, az they dared, to hunt for the
bodies of their murdered boys.
"Thcy amt in the barn, said the
father, bringing his hand heavily acros,
his ewes. "IlI 90 to thcwoods. lsuppos
they scalpcd the little fellows and lef
them there.
But themothcr, whcnhc was gone, went
around and around stcalIhiIy as a cat,
about the barn. All, blessings forever
ON the mothers eye
From pile of fresh earth thrown up
in the BARNARD little stream OF blood
came trickling down-and she saw it..
Deep from the middle OF the mound
little cry came, faint, tcrror-Strlcken,
smothcrcd- she heard 1t.
To be sure. When Jcnsacm-bIc,1
him.-wcnt leaping through the barn
door, lust mn arrows length ahead of his
pursucrs. off tumbIcd Tam and Titus,
and out into the barnyard, and down
into the pile Of mud and gravel, dccP
and safe. And about and about, Gnd
here and there, the Indians had searched,
and secured, and grumblcd-and gone;
and there they were.
Pinned together with the arrow
Truly, yes. Just under the shoulder
(and Titus had the worst hurt asT VIII
sometimes happen with the good boys;
and how they ever did it and lived,
don't know.
I'm sure they never would have, but
for their brave bIack-cycd little mother,
who picked them up and washed them
off. and carried them in (but She pulled