New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-01-09
Mr.. Blaine and his family are expect
ed in Washington next month. They
will remain for the session.
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THE PEARL OF THE MINNESOTA.
Chapter z

Chapter Z.
Jumping forward and running his
hunting-knife up to the hilt into his
enemy's naked breast, was but the work
of a minute for Ona, but still sufficed in
bringing the others close upon the scene
of the conflict, which ended of course
in the death of the savage. Shouting
to his dog our hero made for the bushes
and ascended the hillside as fast as his
legs would carry him, covering his body
by the tree trunks and pursuing north
| westerly direction to reach the cemetery
at the mouth of the ravine. This
course promised the only rescue from
his perilous position, for Ona well knew
that his pursuers had disbandoned and
scattered themselves through the ra-
vine, particularly toward thefort which
lay due south, and to where they sup
posed their adversary would direct his
flight
The moon was gradually waning on
the sky and gave place to the uncertain
light of early morn, in which the sha-
dows of surrounding objects were in.
distinctly gaining form. The white
stones on the grounds loomed forth in
sombre silence, commemorating the
last abode of once valiant soldiers and
stalwart husband-men. All around
was peace and quiet, the storm having
died down to a signing wind, and moth
ing but the nearing echo of gun shots
disturbed the solitude. The brooding
figure that knelt beside a fallen pillar
and scanned the barely visible lines
with tear-stained eye, was unconcerned
and dreamed oblivious to all around.
Truly it was strange 10 witness such
a scene here in the wilderness, upon
soldiers graveyard in the early light of
morn, yet knew we the words inscribed
on the crumbling stone, the man, who
knelt before them and drank in their
ominous meaning, our hearts would
have been stirred with pity for the soli-
tary guide that here paid tribute to a
departed love.
s'Ellen Martell, 185"
"Away from home, away from all SO dear,
forlorn wife, a weeping mother,
She breathes her last; no hopo, no word of cheer
Consoles her for the loss done by another"
Pest thou in Peace! Thy father
JONAS VAAR.
$50 this is what 1 find of my poor,
poor Ellen! Oh, my poor wife, my
poor downtrodden love, why could I
not soothe thine last hour on earth!
And our daughter? Heaven only
knows where she has found her doom.
And father? His last words speak but
too plain the doleful tale of love Of mis-
cry, and he too must long ere this have
slept beneath the sod.
Thus does Martell, the scout, discover
news of his long lost wife, he finds her
grave in the wilderness, few words to
tell the tale, and not single one to
soothe his broken heart. A hot tear
falls on the sculptured stone, last
farewell tribute, and away he goes 81
lently among the graves.
Hark, what is this? The battle cry
of the Sioux breaks on his ear like
howl of demons let loose on Natures
verdant fields to piliage and destroy.
And now a single cry of bold derision,
the taunting battle cry of the Chippe-
wa rings Ger the morning scene. In
an instant Mart, the scouts is wide a.
wake, every muscle jumps, every sinew
| tightens, his rifle bends in his iron grasp
and the thunder tones OF a giant re-
sound over the dew ridden grass.
4 s.Wah-te- to- at last comes revenge .
and his weapon swung high over his
head, the valiant hunter advances to-
ward the oncoming host. Ona, hotly
pursued by the infuriated Siouxs, re-
treats in haste, but has regained all his
fortitude when he recognizes the an
sWering war notes Of his long tried
friend. The sayages pause in their ad-
vance on beholding the new enemy,
but seeing their majority, advance
briskly, keeping up an incessant firing
and forcing our friends to retreat to-
ward the cemetery. AS soon as Ona
had a chance he pressed the scouts
hand most heartily and in q few mo-
ments these two skilled veterans had
determined upon the mode Of defense
and were executing it directly. In the
centre of the little cemetery stood a
towering pillar o. marble dedicated to
one who had been of eminent service in
bloody days gone by. and this monu-
ment, surrounded as it was by smaller
tomb-stones, gave excellent protection
against the murderous bullets of their