The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-07-19

who was creeping through the grass
up the side Of the hill. l had point
ed out the approach Of the Indian,
and was watching the effect of his
shot, and to my satisfaction, saw him
suddenly throw up his head and then
roll like a log lifeless to the bottom
of the hill. We afterwards ascertain
ed that this man was one of our near
est neighbors named Van Time, who
had joined Buffers cut.throats, and
lest he might be recognized had dis.
guised himself as a Mohawk.
My father was severely wounded,
so that he could no longer use his
rifle, but still encouraged the others
with his voice, and continued during
the attack to be Of service TO the
young men who so bravely defended
the place. Fortunately we were well
supplied with ammunition, and re-
member some Of the women were
busy reloading the rifles as fast as
the men could discharge them.
Finally, after losing a number of
his fellows, Butler finding he could
make no impressionupon our fearless
defenders, called the savages off, and
with threats Of future vengance,
moved up the valley, to continue
their hellish work Of murder and ruin
there.
Still, for two or three days, we
could see small parties Of marauders
moving about the neighborhood,
bearing off the plunder of our homes,
and gathering up the struggling cat
tie and horses that the main body
had overlooked. But finally after
several days more passed by, we could
see nothing Of them, and congratu-
lated ourselves with the hope that
they had all withdrawn from the
valley.
However seeing none of our neigh
bors abroad, we did not venture to
leave our shelter, and strict orders
were given for no person to quit the
palisaded enclosure without permiss-
ion from Capt. Van Borne, who our
people had made their leader in the
fort.
What with distress at our terrible
losses, the sight Of our burning home,
the excitement Of the attack, and
the anxiety for my father, whose
wound assumed dangerous charac-
ter after the fight, my mother was
thrown into fever which for some
days threatened her life.
During the delirium shecontinual-
ly complained of burning thirst,
and fancied that nothing but milk
could assuage it. But there was not
a COW in the enclosure. All we sup
posed had fallen into the hands Of
the thieving tories, and were now on
their way to feed our enemies in the
British camp.
My poor mothers constant rawlings
for milk was more than ! could en-
dure. would gladly have risked
my life to have obtained it for her.
l begged Captain Van Borne to let
me 60 forth and search among the
hills. felt confident l should find
somewhere what she so earnestly de.
sired. I was convinced that my par.
ent could not recover till that yearn.
ing desire had been satisfied. But to
all my entreaties the captain turned
q deaf ear.
"No, no, my child" he would say.
"There is not left in all the valley
four footed animal. Besides, who
knows how many of those murder
GUS fends are yet prowling about our
fields watching for more blood. At
ter two days more have passed, and
we see no more Of the tories, or red.
skins, we will see what can be done
for your mother. But not now,
child"
l had been to the captain with my
useless prayer to leave the fort, when
on returning to my mothers bedside,
l was met by Margaret Burch, who
beckoned me to one of the loop-holes.
"See there, Mary!" said she, "what
is that yonder at the edge of the
woods! Is it not On lndian2"-for
every object was then exaggerated
into an enemy.
l looked in the direction she point
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