The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1890-03-26

Gle Ned was lett alone. Since
then he has made his home
with the three remaining
sons of his old master, each of
whom live in different counties,
md even till now among the chill,
dren OF the three families, there is
no one more welcome visitor than
Old Uucle Ned. They will run to
meet him, as he comes hobbling up
the road, each anxious to have him
tell them a story, or to 70 with
them for hunt in the woods. He
is row too old and feeble to do any
bard work, but feeds and waters
the stock, kindles up the fire,
drives up the cows, aud on this
particular evening he had wan
dered to the woods to look ate,
-ome missing cattle, had sat down
to rest his weariel limbs, and was
unnOticed by the writer. when he
wandered to the hi to rest and to
think over the outline of a new
book he was wiring.
Uncle Ned is great story teller,
md the young peopI~ tor miles
round love to gatter about him,
ans hear him tell OF olden times
when the Pale faces" were array.
ed in battle against the "Red
men"
"Not long ago. Uncle Ned
began, as he relit his pipe and
pufled away, II hear. Master
Johnnie Ludley reading in paper
where you was writin about u hiss
toric tree. liked it for it called
to my mind things that happened
way back in Injun times. Now.
as little as you think of it, sir,
some curious things happened
right ere in these parts, an if
hat old tree across the branch
yonder could talk, it could tell you
s,me things that would chill your
hlood."
looked away IN the direction
he pointed and beheId a sturdy
oak, just Oh the farther edge of the
swamp towering far above the rest,
and looking is though it might
have withstocd the storms and
tempests OF century.
That, sir" Uncle Ned ton,
FUSED to be an Unjust post OF exc.
cution. and just down in The
swamp yondcr was oHce an Injun
camp. 1t was away back in the
thiriies, when | was young man,
and live d with Master Tom Ludley
ou that hill across yonder not more
han a mile iron this place. We
Was having some trouble with the
lnjuns; AID i. my M mory serves
ne right it WIS the 9th day OF
July, 1886, that a terrible battle
Tas fought over on the Nothaway
creek, which is now the Gividln'
lsne between Randolph and Terrell
counties, and about two miles
north Of where the Southwestern
railroad crosses that stream. The
Pale faces, as the Injuns called
them, was commanded by gall
liant young soldier, named Col.
Wood. | used to know the name
o; every white man in that fsht,
but | have forgotten them all ex>
cept one, a Mr.. A ans, father
o. Mr.. John dams. who now lives
near Dawson, in Terrell county.
1t was long aud hard fight, but
the whites won the victory. While
the fight was ra gin young white
woman named Annie Lee was caps
tured and carried off by a squad of
IDjuns, who had got cut off from
the main party. She was young
and beautiful, aud the tact that
lnjuns priced beautiful women
above all things else, no doubt
saved her lie, Now it happened
that this unfortunate giri had q
lover named Johnathan Davis,
who, at the time of her capture
Was participatin' in the fl hit. As
soon as the battle was over, and he
heard that his true love had been
carried away, he mounted his
horse, and in company with three
friendly Iujuns, who was we'll
mounted too, be got on the trail
and rode in hot pursuit. His only
fear was that the Indignation of the
Injus was reused to such a pi.ch
that they would burn his sweet.
heart or torture her TO death befort
her rescue. He was confident
from the direction they had taken
that they would camp somewhere