Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-06-07

sitting, and I made Q sort Of picture Of
it in my mind, with that poor woman
and her child. May be there was others,
carried of to Canada to be slaves to
their redskin masters; and the figure
that came into my mind to represent
this woman was the perfect picture of
another that 1 saw years ago, and
haven't othought of since, although /
have been hunting for her in my men,
DRY for months past"
"Why were you seeking for a thing
forgotten?" asked Marden.
''That is the queer part of 1t, sir;
was trying to think how this poor
mother looked when she was alive, and
when her child was killed before her
eyes, and another, may be, dragged away
by the red devils, before they sunk che
tomahawk in her head-when up comes
| before my eyes, as plain as day, that
| other mother, grievlng for her children
| that was lost in like manner, and there
they stand, all three of them, as like as
| ears of corn"
"All three?" repeated Marden, "who
| is the third?'
''I'll tell you, Captain 1t is twelve
years ago, and was working on faith
er's farm near Deerfeld, Mass. The
Indians were friendly and went about
the streets selling their bead-work and
baskets-that is, the women did. One
| of them was the daughter of a chief
| Old Red Blanket, they called him. be-
| cause the Governor made him present
| of a piece Of red cloth, the same that the
| English soldiers coats are made of. And
the old fellow was SO pleased that he
| wore 1t for a blanket -
| "He had beautiful daughter and
an English officer tell in love with
| her and they were married. Her hus-
| band hired teachers Of all kinds for
| her, and she soon learned all that they
| knew. Then her husband took her to
Boston and she must have been gone
| long time, for when she cams back to
see her father she had tive children,
twins, about four years old.
| ''Then the news came that the Canadian
Indians were on the war-path and kill
| ing the frontier settlers, and we had
barely time to get ready when band of
them struck Deerfeld. Well, we man
aged to repulse them but they killed
Old Red Blanket and carried off his
family, and although we pursued them
and rescued the daughter, the children
were never heard of again. And now I
remember her Just as she looked then.
How beautiful she was, with her tall,
straight figure and long black hair, and
dark eyes that were full Of despair and
agony"
And yet this poor woman could not
have resembled her, said Marden,
"for the reason that one belonged to
the native race and the other to ours.
But who is the third?"
"That explains 1t ALP exclaimed
Jabe. with the air Of one who
has solved difficult problem.
"See, Captain, what a wonderful
thing the human mind is! Their mis-
fortune brought them together in my
thought, and caused me to recall the
woman had forgotten and place her
| beside the one never saw, while the
one f-told you I was hunting my
memory for comes out of the fog, melts
again into the chiefs daughter, and
stands beside Ariel like a picture of
himself"
"Ariel!' exclaimed Marden, ''do you
mean to say that the chiefs daughter
! is"
II don't know what she is to him,
Captain, but they are like as mother
and son."
So saying, Jabe wrapped his blanket
around him and fell asleep as soon as
| his head touched the earth.
AS the rangers approached the point
designated in MERGERS order, their
progress became slower and dangers &C.
cumulated. Montcalm was cutting q
road through the forest to facilitate the
! march of his troops to Oswego, and the
laborers were protected by numerous
parties of regulars and militia, while
bands Of Indians roamed the woods as
scouts and purveyors Of game; for the
commissariat department of the French
army was often scapty enough, for the
reason that the male population of Can
ada was taken from the pillow to fill up
regiments decimated by disease and war.
Having gained all the information
possible, Marden decided to return,
and having made an agreement with
Jabe that if one was killed OF
captured the other should make his
way back to the fort, they set
out to retrace their steps. The spring
was advancing rapidly, and while the
unfolding leaves made concealment less
difficult, it also increased the danger Of
falling into ambuscades, and thus it hap
pened, that on the morning of the
second day of the homeward journey
Marden, on awaking from sound
sleep, sprang to his feet to hear th&
challenge of French sentinel, whose
bayonet was but a few inches from hi.
breast. Defenseless and taken by sur
prise, he was obliged to surrender, con
soling himself, however, that Jabe wa!
still at liberty.
| CHAPTER VI.
VOLUNTEERS TO THE RESCUE.
Sir William johnson, having decided
to proceed with all.despatch to Albany
to confer with the authorities on thu