The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1882-05-25
A ROMANCE IN REAL LIFE.

a AhUMANbE IN REAL LIFE
Robert Myron was the son of an
English tenant-farmcr, who in the year
1913 found his family expenses increas-
ing so much faster than bis income that
it was absolutely necessary to decrease
the former, since the latter could not be
made larger.
In the hope Of being able to assist his
father in some way, Robert came to
this country, and failing to find en-
ployment near the metropolis, walked
from town to town until when near
Rochester, n. ", he was hired as a
farm faborer by Judge James T. Berry.
During six years young Nlyron worked
industriously, sending nearly all of his
earnings to his parents. and then came
the sad news that both father and moth
er had died on the same day. After
recovering from this shock. it was but
natural the young man should begin to
think of establishing a home for HIM
self, and quite as natural that his love
should go out to the daughter of his
employer. who plainly showed her pref
renee for the young man who had so
devoted himself to his parents. But
Judge Berry, while he recognized in
byron an invaluable farm laborer, had
not the same views regarding him rs a
son-in-law that Miss Bessie had, and the
consequence was that the lovers, finding
il impossible to change the fathers
opinion, resolved to elope, and build up
for themselves a home in the far West.
In 1858, with few hundred dollars
and the Judges curse, the young couple
were married, and settled at Green
Lake, Michigan, where, at the begin
ming of the year 1862, they We're in
reasonably prosperous circumstances,
with two children to make glad their
humble log cabin. Their farm was sit
uated several miles from any settle
ment, and although the Indians were
rising against the whites in many pOr-
tiOns of the State, neither Mr.. nor Mrs.
Myron felt any uneasness, because they
believed they had succeeded in estab-
fishing the most friendly relations with
such of the forest children rs they
came in contact with. Therefore they
were by no means alarmed when one
day five Indians stalked gravely into the
cabin just as the MONDAY meal was be
ing served. 1t had ever been Mr.. My
ron's custom to invite such visitors to
partake of food, and on this, as on other
occasions, they readily. accepted the in
vitation; but, greatly to the surprise and
uneasiness of their host, instead of
placing their rifles in one corner of the
room, as usual, they held them between
their knees, the muzzles of the weapons
showing just above the edge of the
table.
Mr. Myron was too well versed in In
dian customs not to know that such &C
ton on the part of his guests meant
mischief With a view of showing
them that he understood the meaning
of this breach of hospitality, and in the
slight hope of intimidating them, he
arose from the table, took from the rack
on the wall his rifle and fowling-piece,
and carefully examined them to show
they were loaded. Why the savages
did not attack him then is one of the in
eXplicable things in Indian warfare.
Instead of making any hostile demon
STATIONS, they stalked gravely ont of
the house, disappearing behind a clUunp
of bushes
For the moment Myron believed he
had wronged his guests, and that they
had taken umbrage at his movements
when their intentions were peaceful.
Still holding his rifle his hand, MyrOn
stepped to the open door for the
purpose of ascertaining whether his
guests had really departed. When the
farmer appeared on the threshold, the
report of a rifle was heard, and Myron
AStiS WIN Il NAiil1CAOuS Dub AiOb ItCGSSei-
Tily fatal wound in his side.
Women who live on the border, where
they are constantly menaced by danger,
learn early in life that they must deny
themselves woman's privilege of faint
ing. When Mr. Myron fell his wife
sprang to his defense rather than as
sstance. To close and barricade VIM
r ows and doors was but the work of
moment where everything was prepared
for such occasions, and then the heroic
woman turned her attention TO her hus-
band and children. The father wound
bled but little, and save to stanch the
blood, the devoted wife could not aid
him, except by piling the bedding
around him in such a way that, in 2 sit
ting posture, he could face the closed
door. The temporary safety of the
children was secured by fastening them
in the cellar, where they would Be be-
yond the reach of any bullets their late
visitors might send, and after she had
perfected her plan of defense, she began
10 assume the offensive.
BY removing the mud that filed the
crevices of the logs at the end of the
house, loop-holes were formed, and
through these holes the husband and
wife began an assault upon their foes.
With his rifle Myron shot one of the In
dIauS. ana NJ the same lllnG MS WlIe
killed another with the fowling-piece.
by this time the foe, finding their in
tended victims more tenacious of life
than they had supposed, resorted to
stratagem to accomplish the massacre.
In the field was cart half-hlled with
hay; in the stable-yard stood yoke of
oxen quietly eating. To fasten the ami
mails to the cart and not expose them
selves to the deadly aim of those in the
house was a difficult task, but one that
the Indians finally accomplished. To
get the load of hay against the building,
that it might be set ON fire, was still
more difficult, and in this ease unsuc-
cessful, for before it could be done both
husband and wife had shot an enemy,
while the fifth and only remaining one
sought safety in precipitate llight-
Each moment the conflict lasted the
husband grew weaker, and medical aid
could not be procured without journey
of a hundred and eighty miles. To ira
verse this distance, there was no other
mode of conveyance than the oX-cart.
In this rude vehicle Mrs. Myron placed
her husband and children, and not once
during that tedious journey. made pain.
ful by the suffering of the man for
whom she had braved the dangers. and
discomforts Of a frontier life, was halt
made