Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1877-09-20

chase after the other white men. leav-
ing them to escape unmolested.
Still, as he always declared, he was
not concerned as TO the result, for
even with the additional burden Of
his gun, he knew he could run faster
and father than they.
But they were familiar with the
"lay OF the land" and he was not; and
as they followed him he was sur
prised to see them spread out as IL to
surround him, although they were
losing ground.
The fact was, he was Fastening d.
rectly toward the stream in large
bend, where, for mile or more, it
flows deep and strong through a mar
row, impossible gorge. They had
only to encircle and close in upon
him to take him prisoner. They felt
sure Of their victim. while he, ignor-
ant Of his predicament, felt sure of
his escape.
Suddenly he saw the channel before
MIN, which, with the savages behind.
formed the jaws OF a trap as merciless
as fate. A glance at a point where
he could see the nature of the chasm.
showed him its impassability, and an
other glance backward convinced
him that to wheel to either hand
would confront him with the weap-
ons Of three or four Indians.
Dashed at this seemingly fatal cor
ner, he paused to load his gun; but
the whole band were too near for
that When he stopped a furious
yell burst from the redskins, and
changing their course, ran directly
at him, brandishing their battleaxes.
But Samuel Brady was not the man
to die by the hands OF those who had
murdered his father; any fate was
preferable to that Away he sped
again, with the bowling crew at his
heels. Rather would he yield his fate
to the Slippery Rock than to his NOR
tai enemies.
But as he ran, a desperate resolu-
ton famed up in his heart, and a
mighty energy coursed through his
stalwart frame. He determined to
leap across the stream, and with a
lifted prayer. the conviction rushed
upon his mind that he could do it.
Forward he sped toward the abyss,
and behind him, certain Of their game,
came the blood thirsty savages.
Reaching the brink, he sprang into
the air, almost, as II, like some great
bird. he had taken wings, and incred-
ible as 1t may seem to those who
have never seen the gorge, landed in
safety on the opposite bank.
But what was the amazement OF
the Indiansl
They were under such Roadway,
and the foremost ones so near, that
they could scarcely hold back from
plunging down the precipice.
And now it became their turn to
fee. for while their guns were quar-
ter mile away, Brady was rapidly
loading for shot. With the widest
ordinations OF surprise and alarm
they whirled away at their utmost
speed, one Of them saying In broken
English:
@Blady make good jump"
Brady never forgot the ludicrous
scene they presented dozen
Indians fleeing from one white man.
And such a zigzag running in order
dodge his bullet; now jumping to the
right, and now to the left; now on all
fours. and now leaping into the air.
But 1t was In vain; the fellow who
said, ~Blady make good Jump" was
answered from the iron lips OF the
rife with a leaden missile through his
heart.
Captain Brady afterwards visited
the spot with some of his friends and
measured the width of the chasm-
a thing the writer has done In mod
ern years-finding il over twenty feet
from brink, and necessitating a leap
OF at least twenty-five feet in order
to make his footing secure at starting.
and alighting.-N y Ledger.