The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1878-12-14

path, few PAGES beyond the first VIC
tim, he lay, scalped and dead, with
his glazed eyeballs looking vacantly
up TO the heavens. These victims had
been overtaken and massacred while
fleeing, Where then was Harry-her
Harry her beloved husband? Was
he lying dead like these men in the
mill beyond her sight? Had his life
less body been thrown into the stream
and washed away? Had he wounded
to death, crawled among the slabs or
bags 10 die, with no loving hand to
staunch his life blood?
At this awful thought, power came
again to Amy's limbs, and tottering
over the dead bodies she made a few
steps but stopped once more; her eyes
riveted on an awful spectacle within
the mill. There upon the carriage that
conveyed the logs to the now motionless
saw, and held them in place when be-
ing sawed up, half crouched, half lay,
two h!deously painted and garbed fig
ures that she knew were savages. Their
hands were covered with blood, and at
the waist of each hung scalp, but their
heads hung forward and poweress as if
they were 10 a slumber or as if some
stupor had oyertaken them.
What could itmean? Why did these
murderous savages linger there? Sud-
denly she realized the whole truth, as
her eye beheld Harry's empty dinner
basket and the overturned jug that lay
between them. She knew Harry had,
few days previous, at the request of
his loggers in the woods and his mill
hands, brought them from the settle.
ment gallon of whiskey. Though
Harry drank no liquor himself, and
was opposed to its use, his men had
been used to taking it, and persisted in
having 1t. The saVages after their MUIR
derous work, had, in their search for
plunder, found the liquor, and emptied
the contents of the jug. This accounts
ed for their strange stupor.
And at this moment there came to
Amy's ears from out the woods the
sound of rich, manly voice, singing a
happy refrain. 1t was Harry's voice.
He was safe ! He was approa ching He
had been absent in the wood, and, had
not encountered the savages. She for
got the great terror. She could have
shrieked with joy, and yet she did not,
and new horror seized her, as she
perceived one of the savages move un-
easily, partially aroused from his stup-
or, apparently, by the sound of Harry 5
voice.
At this movement of the savage, the
terrible situation flashed upon her in an
instant. She did not think of her own
peril, standing there only few PAGES
from the Indians but it was of Harry
that she was thinking. He was ap-
preaching, utterly unconscious of the
danger of the terrible fate that await
ed him. The sound of his voice, the
noise of his approach, would arouse the
savages, and they would have him
at their mercy before he wonld be aware
of his peril. What could she do to save
him ? How could she give him warn
ingP
Harry's voice at this moment rang
out clearer than ever. The savage
moved again, half arose, and his hand
uneasily clutched the gun lying by his
side.
In her awful terror sudden thought
flashed upon Amy. The sharp teeth
of the saw almost touched the shoulder
of this restless savage, and the gearing
attached to the carriage was properly set
Amy perceived this at glance. Rush
ing to the lever attached to the heavy
gate that held back the waters from the
wheel, she sprang with her entire
strength upon it. The gate flew up,
the waters poured in resistess food
upon the wheel, sending it away in
maddening speed and starting the saw
in yet wilder race, its sharp teeth in.
visible in its rapid revolutions. Pie
stupid savage, now thoroughly aroused
by the deep thud of the wheel and the
buzz of the advancing saw, sprang up
in bewlderment, but the saw had al
ready caught the nearest one, and in
an instant his body was cut in two
pieces, and lay one on either side OF
the relentless blade. The surviving
savage, hOrror~stricken attempted to
spring away, but in his blind terror he
tottered and fell upon the saw. A
breath of space only, the revolving
blade was hardened with this mass OF
flesh and bone, and then it bounded on
with no foe in front of it'll
Amy saw no more was conscious OF
nothing more until she found herself in
the arms of Harry at their own home
She attempted to speak of that awful
occurrence at the mill, but he hushcd
her with kiss.
"DOn't think of it, darling" he
said shuddering. "You are a brave
little heroine, and saved my life /; but
will never again let you be exposed tC
such ter-ors."
He kept his promise. That night
they rested in safety in the nearest min.
ing village, and as Harry had no diff
Guilty in finding a purchaser at large
SUN for his mill, they were soon OIL
their way to Amy's native village
Travelling eastward from Omaha in the
same car with this loving couple l drew
from them a modest recital of the fact.
which have narrated.
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