The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-02-22

cabins; and he bad taken in addition his
youngest child, about my age, ana SO
was walking beside his wife. At one
spot no stopped slightly TO arrange his
load, when an Indian sunk a tomahawk
in his brain. AS he fell to the ground
the same dripping blade cleft open the
skull Of the yellow-tresSod little child.
And as my mother (your great-grand-
mother), al'o in the line of captivos,
screamed at witnessing such q butchery,
tho monster who did it turned and
hcwcd her down. Mrs. Brownlee saw
the bloody deed and the death-throes of
her husband and babe in silent horror
and from that moment was never Sane
again. She drifted along with the rest
of tho captives, especially cared for by
Mrs Hanna, at length reached Canada,
and by British officers who ptied her
condition was sent back to Westmore-
land; dozen years later she was yet
silent. with hands always clasped and
eyes fixed on the ground.
"But my own share in that fearful
event remains to be told.
My mother was at tho mansion, and
as said before, was taken prisoner and
slain. Ny father had also been there
most of the afternoon, but as my grand
motherrcmained in our cabin in charge
OF me, baby, he had stopped homo for
fow minutes to look after our welfare
1t was at this moment that the war
whoop sounded and the attack began.
A glance told my father that nothing he
could do would avail to savo my mother
or rescue any but grandmother and mo,
if even this could bo done. But as our
cabin was at tho farther side Of the
hamlet, ut the very foot of Georges
Hill, he decided to try and escape into
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slope. Catching me in his arms and
taking his mother by the hand he hur-
ricd us toward the forest. Hardly had
we started when tho rowing eyes of scv-
eral Savagcs spicd us and pursuit was
instantly made. Grandmother was old
and feeble, and the fright and haste al
most ovcrcamc her so that she could
hardly walk. My father seeing this
and noting how fast tho Indians
were gaining on us, balanced in
his mind which to give up anu
which to try and save, his mother or
h child. And this question was settled
when he reached the edge o! the woods;
for at that oint he dropped me upon
the ground, and, dcvotlng all Ii s
strength TO his mother, escaped the say
ages and reat he'd Georges Farm, Il few
miles distant. What would become Of
me he could not imagine, though he
said that until darkness shut down, and
he clme back to search for wife and
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q vision of my scalp OF glossy ringIcts
in a red mans bloody hands. When
night came he stole to the clearing to
examine the state of aHa'rs. As he
crept out from among the trees and
listened and gaHcd all was still, but not
all dark. Below him at So cral points
were glowing beds of COATS, and the
smoky air told him that the hamlet was
not only bcrcit of its people but burned
to the earth. Warily crawling down
the hill he came first to the smolderinr
remains OF tn Cour,a cabin, next were
the cmbcrs OF the Dunlaps' little house,
and next to this stood our own. But,
rs he approached, what was his amaze
mcnt to discern, instead o. bel OF
ashes the outlines of the cabin dimly
seen in the darkness. A fire had been
built a2ainSt its walls but owing to the
green state OF the logs it did not burn
CAS- he stood before the open door
thinking how much OF love and happi-
ness had been suddenly Snatchcd from
beneath its roof, sweet sad longing.
possessed him to enter. He did so,and
by some instinct of his mind, or inllu-
cncc of higher power, CROPPED his way
to the bed, where at that hour, but for
the awful disaster, his wife and babe
would have been peacefully sleeping.
Putting out his hands with almost a wall
for his lost ones, what was his astonish-
mcnt to feel a human form on the cot
With shudder of mystery. hope and
fear, he felt along--it was q living form,
for it movcd--it was Il child's form
and lifting it to his breast, bis heart
told him it was l, his baby girl, alive.
And as he claspcd me in his arms, the
events OF the past six hours seemed like
II horrId nightmare. But too sadly did
another day passed Knowing the
craftiness OF the Indians. he dared not
remain longer in the cabin lest somo
party OF them, prowling to catch such
returning settlers as ne, might como
upon nm; SO he carried me to the
woods and waited for morning.
elbow such mere infant as I cscapcd
and found my way back to the cabin
was never known.
AS the dawn came, my father pcercd
into the valley for signs of friend or
foe, but mono appeared; tho littlo set
tlemenJ was deserted ruin.
"At broad daylight we crcpt from
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dercd among the rcma MS of the houses.
At one point we found where the say
ages had taken their departure, an
from some unaccountablG inclination
my father followed tho trail 1t led
partly in the direction of Hanna's
Town, along stream called the crab
tree. Hard!ya mile had we gone when
we came upon the CORY forms of Mr..
Brownlee and the child; and q few feet
farther among the wild crab trees, lay
q sight moro awful still: my own moth
er, dead and cold lay stretched on tn @
bloody ground. With uncomfortable
sadness my father put me down from
his arms, when instantly l ran to the
lifcless form and began calling in ba-
by's way, Nanny! Mammyr But
never again would tho dear mother and
wife answer to the voice of love.
"This was the sorrow of jeremiah
Lochrey. and this was his motive
through many years when his name and
deeds were such n power along the
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