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

believe there's one in the valley; In.
dians or no Indians I'm going for old
Brownie"
"And III go with you," said the
brave girl; sand here comes Gather.
inc Doxtater and she'll go too; won't
you Kate?"
"Yes," said Catherine, after the
matter had been explained to her,
Eyes, I'll go, I'd do anything to re-
lieve poor Mrs. Claison."
Three minutss after this whisper
ed conversation, we three girls had
descended to the yard, and without
being seen by the sentinels, dropped
noiselessly to the ground, on the out
side Of the pickets, and then started
of upon a run towards the woods,
where we had discovered the COW.
We reach her. The creature, whose
udder was bursting with milk, was
delighted TO see US, and Immediately
started ahead Of us towards the fort.
We had reached within hundred
rods Of the place, when we fell into a
narrow path, which the cattle had
made on their way from the hills to
the brooks. Margaret Burch was in
the advance, following up after old
Brownie, l was directly behind her,
while Catherine Boxtater was close
behind me.
We were thus Fastening along as
fast as the COW could be driven, when
the sentinel upon the lookout on that
part of the enclosure shouted to US to
run for our lives, for there were two
Indians in persuit of US.
Without waiting to look behind
US, we dashed pass the COW, and en-
deavored to reach within cover of the
sentinel's rifles. But before we had
broken the line in which we were
moving, | heard the.report Of mus
ket, and at the same instant l felt a
singing sensation upon my neck, as
if had been struck with a sharp
knife. The force of the blow threw
me forward, and l fell upon Margaret
Burch, who was lying in the path be-
fore me.
Partly recovering my feet, looked
up, and saw that the people of the
fort had been alarmed, and numbers
were running towards us with their
guns levelled at something apparent
ly in our rear.
l turned my head to look, and to
my horror saw the body Of Catherine
Doxtater lying in the path, with the
hot blood spouting in a strong jet
from her bosom, l was terrified at the
sight, and essaying to run towards
our friends, fell headlong over the
motionless form Of Margaret, which
was also bleeding from wound in
the shoulder.
These dreadful sights were more
than | could endure, and finding that
my own person was covered with
blood, became sick, and tainted, l
knew nothing more that happened
till l found myself in the fort, and
surrounded by q crowd of anxious
and terror stricken faces.
When l recovered, l learned the
fatal truth that my two friends had
been shot dead upon the spot, by the
same bullet that had wounded me-
1t seemed that the savages had still
been lurking in the neighborhood,
and had no doubt driven the COW
within sight Of the block house, for
decoy, and when we had started
her, two Of the Indians followed US.
When seeing that they had been per-
ceived by the garrison, one of them
watching the opportunity when we
three girls were all in range Of his
musket, fired upon us-for it was
stated by all our friends, that but
one gun was fred. They were rush
ing up to secure our scalps, when our
people came to our rescue.
Old Brownie safely reached the fort;
my mothers longing for milk was
gratiied, and from that moment she
began to recover, so that in few
days she was well enough to nurse
me and dress my wound, which was
many months in healing.
The Original Home Of the Horse.
There is no doubt that the oripinal