The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1883-02-08


skull OF the yellOW-tressed lit e child.
And as my mother (your great-grand-
mother), al o in the line of captives.
screamed atw messing such butchery,
the monster who did it turned and
hewed 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 the captives, especially cared for by
Mrs. Hanna. at length reached Canada,
and by British officers who pit; led 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 the mansion, and,
rs ! said before, was taken prisoner and
slain. NV father had also been there
most of the afternoon, but as my grand
mother remained in our cabin in charge
OF me, a baby, he had stepped home for
a few 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 save my mother
or rescue anv but grandmother and me,
if even this cou d be done. But as our
cabin was at the farther side of the
hamlet, at the very foot of Georges
Hill, he decided to try and escape into
the thick woods little distance up the
slope. Catching me in his arms and
taking his mother by the hand he hur-
ried us toward the forest. Hardly had
we started when the rowing eyes Of sew
eral savages spied us and pursuit wa,
instantly made. Grandmother was old
and feeble, and the fright and haste al
most overcame her so that she could
hardly walk My father, seeing this
and noting how fast the Indians
his mind which to give up and
which to try and save, his mother OF
his child. And this question was settled
when he reached the edge OF the woods:
for at that point he dropped me upon
the ground, and, devOtlng all h
strength to his mother, escaped the saw
ages and reached George 5 Farm, a few
miles distant. What would become of
me he could not imagine, though he
said that until darkness shut down, and
he came back to search for wife and
baby, he had constantly before his eyes
vision of my scalp Of glossy ringlets
in a red man bloody hands. When
night came he stole to the clearing to
CAbuA4uC LllC cJdSt VI Il ais AS llC
cTcpt out from among the trees and
listened and gazed all was still, but not
all dark. Below him at sev eral points
were glowing beds of Goals, and the
smoky air told him that the hamlet was
not only bereft of its people but burned
to the earth. Warily crawling down
the hill be came first to the smoldering
remains OF the COurla cabin, next were
the embers of the Dunlaps little house,
and next to this stood our own. But
as he approached, what was his amaze
ment to discern, instead OF a bed OF
ashes, the outlines of the cabin dimly
seen in the darkness. A fire had been
built against its walls, but owing to the
green state of the logs it did not burn.
''As he stood before the open door
thinking how much of love and happi-
ness had been suddenly Snatched from
beneath its roof, a sweet, sad longing
possessed him to enter. He did so. and
bv some instinct OF his mind, or lniu-
ence 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-
ment to feel human form on the cot
With a shudder of mystery, hope and
fear, he !elt aIOng--it was a living form,
for it mOved--it was a Chld's form
and lifting it to his breast, his heart
told him it was l. his baby girl, alive.
And as he clasped me i'll his arms, the
events of the past six hours seemed like
a horrd nightmare. But too sadly did
he learn the reality OF things before
another day passed. Knowing the
craftiness of the Indians, he dared not
remain longer in the cabin lest some
party OF them, proving to catch such
returning settlers as he, might come
upon hIE1; so he carried me to the
woods and waite for morning.
g How sucha mere infant as | escaped
and found my way back to the cabin
was never known.
As the dawn came, my father peered
into the valley for signs of friend or
foe, but none appeared; the little set
Element was deserted ruin.
AT broad daylight we crept from
our hiding place and cautiously wan
dered among the rema MS of the houses.
At one point we found where the saw
ages had taken their departure, an /
from some unaccOuntable inclination
my father followed the trail. 1t led
partly in the direction of Hanna's
| Town, along a stream called the crab
tree Hard mile h;sd we gone when
we came upon the CORY forms OF Mr..
BrOwnlee and the child; and few feet
farther among the wild crab trees, lay
sight more awful still: my own moth
er, dead and cold, lay stretched on the
bloody ground. With uncomfortable
sadness my father put me down from
his arms, when instantly l ran to the
lifeless form and began calling in a ba-
by's way, Nanny! Nanny! But
never again would the 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 a power along the
frontier and such a terror to the saw
ages. You have often heard, girls, that
your great-grandfather was a great In
dian fighter, but he was led to such
life by his sorrow; not because he de-
lighted in bfOOdshed, but he saw
through his grief how he might save
others from the cruelties of the red men.
"As l grew TO wOmanhOOd my
fathers fame gave me Importance, and
| was known far and wide as 'Lochrey's
daughter, a title which has always
chung to me. and of which / confess l
was never ashamed. '-irCjRq l.. Be
man, IN Christian Union.
An Undiscovered Sense.
In a certain printing office in this city
there is a compositor who is deaf and
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