Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1882-01-13
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JAMES TIMmoNs. Pubnstor.
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THE RIDE. or ,PAUL.~KENAREz.

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Paul vcnafcz hoard thcm say, IN the frontier
Thats Sm, pnnd i"of of I Rsd plumc's warriors was
upon tho trail of death;
Heard thcm tell OF murder done; Three men
{, ."They'rc in danger up at Crawfori's," said
Venarez, under breath.
Crawford's'-thirty miles away-was set-
element, thnt lay
ina green and pleasant valley Of the mighty
Half score of homes were there, and In ono
maiden fair
Held tho heart Of Paul .yonorcz--" Paul We
So no wonder he grew pale whom hc hoard the
or the mon he had seen murdered yesterday,
Mt Rocky Run.
"Not soul viii dream he said, " of the dan
by my love for little bessie, I must see that
something's DONE"
Not moment he delayed when his brave re-
:" Why, my man." his comrades told him,
when they knew his daring plan,
answered: "Save your breath.
may fail to get to ,Crawford's, but I'll do
the best carh"
Ger the forest trail hesped, and his thoughts
To the little band at Crawford's, thinking not
of danger near. -
Ges pep apd %e fast and Gf,es free no. ''
Trusty Nell bore on this hero of the far-awny
- frontier.
Low and lower sank the sun. He drew rein at
Rocky Run.
Hero these men met death, my Nellie,' and
so win they we go to warn, ere the breaking
of the morn,
II we fail God help us, Nelliel' Then he
gave his horse the rein.
shnrp and keen rifie-shot woke the echoes of
"omy Nellie, am woundedl" cried venar-
ez, with a moan,
And the warm blood from his side spurted out
And he I embed in the saddle, and his face
hnd nshy grown.
"Iwill save them yeti he cried. "Bessie
Lee shall know died
For her sake And then he halted in tho
shelter of a hill;
From his buckskin shirt ho took, with weak
hands, a little book;
And he tore blank leaf from 1t. This
said he, shall be my WILL.
From branch n twig he broke, and he dipped
In the red blood that was dripping from the
wound below his heart.
"Rouse; he wrote before ,,ai pr too TOO late' RCD
Good-by, Bess God bless you always" Then
q. he felt the warm tears start.
q ter, and its last; ai.
To his sadde-bow he tied it, while his lips
5!ls % were white with pain.
Bear my message, If not me, safe to little
- Bess," said he,
Then he leaned down I'm tho saddle, and
clutched hard the sweaty name.
just at dusk, a horse of brown, fccked with
' foam, came painting down u.
To the settlement mt Crawford's, and she
stopped at Bessie's door, 3d.
But her rider seemed asleep. All, his slumber
was so deep
Bessie's voice could never wake him, if she
called forevermOre. r'
You will hear the story told by the young and
by the old,
In the settlement at Crawford's, OF the night
.tatEt., when Red Plume came;
/, OF the sharp and bloody fight; how the chief
fell, and the flight I
OF the panic-stricken warriors. Then they
'll" speak Venarcz' name,
In an nwed and reverent wny, rs men utter:
.fr sd e Let us pray
As we speak the name of heroes, thinking
how they lived and died;
So his memory is kept green, while his face
: 4 and Heaven between, f 40
: Grow the flowers Bessie planted, ere they
s-,r laid her by his sides 4, '!tI
Il { ',-Ebclr Il. ReIjorri, IN Youths Companion.
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