The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1889-05-07
EAST AND WEST;
AEAiE OF NEW BORN OHIO.
WRITTEN FOR THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER, BY
EDWARD EVERETT HALE.
Copyright by the Author.)
CHAPTER X.
EDWARD EVERETT HALE.
Copyright by the Author.)
CHAPTER X.
CONTINUED.

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in Europe. A queer set he had by this
time-now a horn spoon, now a cunnln8iy
carved shell from the Ohio, now a WanI-
pun belt, with other matters OF native
art. This time he held up a necklace OF
shells and showed it to Curwen. "Nollt,
mon ami-regardez-it is newt is SER
wunderlich, mon ami-voila! Dem shells,
mon ami, regardez, sont des coquillcs
mar1times, what you call dem? Shells
of the marine, de locean, mon ami, lis ne
sont pas des coquilles de la riyiere. No,
no, not shells from brook, de la Belle
Riviere, Ohio"
Sure enough, to anyone's eye, the neck
lace was of sea-shells. To Curwen, how
ever, it had quite another interest. 1t
was, clearly Of the work of civilized artl-
fcers. And the moment he took 1t IN his
hand he recognized it's workmanship. He
eagerly showed the clasp to Zapoly, and
told him in French, which he now spoke
sufficiently well, that not twelve months
before he had had that necklace in his
hand. In truth it was made from South
American shells by some Dutch work
man in Caracas. It had been bought by
one of the Salem captains, and given by
his wife as a present to Sarah Paris. She
had worn it one evening at a dance, and
the clasp had broken. Harry Curwen
had put it in his pocket, and had carried
it the next day to the jeweller who had
mended it. All this he rapidly explained
to the other, and confirmed what he said
by opening the clasp, and showing on a
little smooth place, the letters IS. P.
from J. L."
@ Nov what InuI1 hrn1rhf II 70 fhIC
wilderness 2" said the young man, more
eagerly excited than zapoly had ever seen
him.
Of course there was no answer. The
scouts had found two wretched cabins of
bark from which the inmates had fed.
They had apparently not so much as
known that a wal was in progress. Clear
ly, they had not hurried themselves in
the harvesting of their corn, most of
which was in the field. A few bushels,
Zapoly had said, were piled, not husked
by the cabin. These the scouts had taken
for the use of the army. While the men
were packing it, he, as his wont was, had
been hunting for curiosities. 1t lever
occurred to the accomplished nobleman
that he was doing what a man would be
hanged for, should such a man be found
rifing his mothers castle on the Danube
in her absence. Under a pie of leaves
which seemed to him not normal, he had
found quite a "cache" of domestic i'm
plements, and under these, neatly wrapped
In corn husks, was the necklace in ques-
ton. How under the heavens had it
come there? This question, in one or
another form, spoken aloud or only whis-
nnroH RI hinColf o0ooOonornI IJnr,1v
Curwen for days.
But the very next night events occur
red which prevented Harry from going
out himself to the place where Zapcly
had found these relics, to see if he could
not meet the Indians who had left there.
Colonel Trotter had been ordered out
with a large recommending party, and
had marched but a few miles when his
advance overlook and killed two of the
Indians. By n of their shots one o.
his wv men was wounded. For some
reason OF other, the whole party at once
returned, as recommending parties will.
Colonel Gordon, a Kentucky officer in
the force, was disguised, and marched off
the same men, to recover the lost laurelS.
The men went unwillingly enough, and
from the number of s~tragglers who came
back it was clear to Harry and his friend
that they had no stomach for the fight.
But Harmar would not let these two &C.
company the expedition, telling them that
he should have more work for them at
home. Sure enough, indeed, before the
next evening, the whole body of the
Kentuckians came running back into
camp, and when Gordon himself appeared,
detected and angry, it seemed that all the
thirty regulars he had with him had been
cut to pieces. When, weeks after, a
muster of the militia men took place, it
proved that they had all found their way
back to Fort Washington. All this showed
that war had begun, and indeed, they
were approaching what might we'll be
called villages, and passing along by the
magnificent cornfelds, such as have been
described. Everything that could be of
use was burned, but the scouts brought in
such accounts of gathering of the clans as
might have been brought in had a great
army of Napoleon's been concentrating.
And Harmar himself was affected by
reports so terrible. He came as far as
what he chose to call the capital of the
Miami towns and burned that, DESTROYED
some twenty thousand bushels of corr, he
thought, and then ordered a retreat. If
he had not ordered it, the greater part of
his men would have gone back without
orders. But this was not the end. After
two or three days of this exciting, pro-
voking and disgusting work, when they
were eight miles back on their way to
Fort Washington, it seemed to Harmar
that he must recover some reputation if
ne could, and he therefore ordered, from
ms very best force, parties amounting to
four hundred men. to 90 hack to the
ruins of the town, thinking to find there
the savages assembled to see what had
been left, With this party were Zapoly
and Curwen. They marched about mid
night, having been divided into different
parties, IN the hope of e~ntrapping a con-
siderable number of the Indians. together.
This scientific plan was unfortunately un-
fit for the woods, and the result was. in
brief, that every division had to fight the
enemy alone, and that the end of it was
"a -s-4,,a1 ~oacen0~n