Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1890-04-25
BUTLFR PA. FRIDAY. APRIL 20, 1890.

.-G .-.--. :. 60 ~ cross t4-S channel. Lad
ing LIS men, and waiting on the shore til
all were 1t his side with 4 wLoop Ike the
below ol . ball La sprang, Lltchet il hand,
among tL5 trees; only to find himself
thrown hcalions On the ground, ard by
.hl ..mo lie got TO his feet to see two Of his
men dispatched with tomahawks
He spr4ug back to the bank, seized his
nlskea- and fred ii Oh &. the Indians as
10 ~ driving his tomahawb into the head
.. a4o.Lo. u yLa soldiers Tie Indian fell
bat At the same time the remaining soldier
was killed by the other Indian.
'.Ag gain rlasqu.t seized his hatchet, and
rushed against the network. 1t gave way
before his great strength as if the withes
were threads of tow. The surviving Indian
feared to attack him, and in a moment he
was at the last rope next the camp.
There Pauline met him, with the pistol
in her right hand The withe gave way as
had the others, and with a yell of triumph
he sprang forward and clasped the girl in
his giant arms, and the same instant fell to
the ground with two bullets through his
heart. Pauline following the artists in
st-4ol.ols fred when the muzzlo Of the
pistol Was almost against his breast.
'T-o arms Il isLtened around her as death
uoLyl.aal the great muscular frame, and
she !cll to The earth with him. When the
Indian came to her rescue he found her
pale and cl!l and covered with blood, and
lie supposed Lol dead.
''The saspeuso and terror Of the light had
slupoheL the artist and he lay all through
the night unconscious. When he came
ont OF the slupor at daydawn, his quick ear
caught The sound of Pauline's voice
ThoughtlesS Of his condition he rose and
walked to tie place where she lay locked
fast in the dead giants arms. She had but
tainted with the ght of her situation and
the deed she done, and for three hours had
lain in that condition.
'.,The Indian had fallen asleep, but
wakened and FASTENED to the spot and
together they sought to extricate the girl
from the dead embrace. Their united
strength was not enough to bend the giant
arms now stiifened in death, and they were
forced to break them with a hatchet
Pauline was unhurt.
The Indian buried his companion, and
secured The guns of the soldiers and their
ammunition. Then taking the largest
canoe, he and Pauline placed the French
man ON the bottom, and taking their
positions, each with a paddle, at either
end. they started off down the great lake.
toward the river that ran to the sea.
"At that time there was no settlement
at this place, but they found there a vessel
nearly ready to sail for France, loaded
with fish, and valuable skins purchased
from the Indians.
From the night of the fight at Kadus-
kak. the young artist had been constantly
growing stronger, and had by this time near
ly got b aak his usual strength. Among those
who were to take passage in the ship was
missionary priest who had been ont for
some years With the Micmacs and was now
about to return to France. Pierre Allen
cons proud family had now no weight
when pat in the balance against the girls
love and bravery in risking life and honor
for lis sake. lie asked her to marry him,
and the same day the missionary priest
made them man and wife.
"When they babe the A.age aha faithful
Micmac good-by, and gathered up the few
things they wished to take with them, they
then for the first time missed the pistol
with which Pauline shot the giant The
loss of it was a great grief to the artist, for
the weapon was of great valge. 1t had
been made by a wonderful gunsmitA and
the stock was inlaid with gold and silver"
Tough" repeated the Indian.
''Ncither Of them had seen it after the
shooting. There was no time to make
search, and they sailed for France without
it and meyer came back. But two of their
sons came. We are the children of Pauline
and Pierre AleneOn. We will give you
great price for this pistol. 1t is the one
our mother killed the giant Plasquit with. "
''Your father alive9' asked the old In.
dian.
"our father died three years ago
"Your mother a-iye2"
"She was when we left France
The old chief handed t-s pistol to the
man who tod the 5tQ.y. "Yo- take il
to France, he said, 'give it your mother
tell hsg keep itfo. owner-owner dead,
now hers-Good-by."
No persuasions could make him Ike
anything in return, aid The strangers were
obliged to leave without .sE--llng this
Old kinE Cl tie llrest for his -L...l ad-
heroAce to do right
About ten Years ago there went from
Milton in Queen. County, up the Ii.-I to
Indian Gardens, party ot gentlemen on a
| hunting tramp. Among the party was a
professor OF Weslc-l College, who wish
| ed to get a skeleton of male Micmuc In
dian. He and two others of the party con
clud ed to rob the burying- ground at Ka-
duskak. They opened very long mound,
and found complete a massive skeleton,
will the bones OF both arms broken.
An old Miemac named Cobleale Glode
(who has since died) was asked about this
giant skeleton. Tough" said he, "Plas-
quit" and told the story substantially as
told here; he saij.he Wa told it by the old
Chief Alexis.
Nearly a century has elapsed since the
old Sagomo heard the story from the
Frenchmen, and the lumberman's axe and
the scathing fires have denuded the island,
and forests along tho shores of Rosignol
But the breeze still dimples its surface. apd
the little waves still fret its sandy shores
the hills still mirror themselves in its deeI
quiet bays. and the wild fowl still dip over
its moonlit breast. ...
GRACE DEAN MCLEOD.
Statistics SOured Him.