The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1901-10-03

dar, was to be Immediately turned over
for torture. Brant accepted, this con-
dition without protest,-he could DO
little else-and my heart stopped its
beating for an instant as l heard the
bowls of the demons whom this de-
cision had so pleased.
The rangers now withdrew up the
plain some distance, and l conjectured
that they intended retreating west
ward to Niagara, leaving the Indians
to shift for themselves. Brant and
Butler came into our prison together,
and seemed friendly enough toward one
another, although / suspected either
would have delighted in cutting out the
heart of the other. An Indian follow
ing them brought lighted torch,
which he stuck up between the logs,
Butler walked over to Parker and
kicked him heavily in the ribs. With
cry of pain Parker rolled over and
attempted to sit up; but he was too
weak, and fell back and lay there
moaning.
"A pretty subject for a barbecue! He
won't live to get to Niagara. Better
burn him, tonight, while he's got life
enough to kick and yell" remarked the
fiend as he turned his attention to
Boyd. He kicked at him, but Boyd
catching his foot, brought him heav-
ily to the earth floor, whereat Brant
smiled as if pleased. Butler sprang to
his feet, his evil face flaming with
passion, and half drew his sword as If
to run the captive through, but as Boyd
arose, folded his arms and stood look
ing him in the eye, changed his mind
and struck him a heavy blow with his
clenched fist between the eyes. AS
Boyd went down like a bullock, beneath
this cowardly blow, L lost control of
myself and sprang upon Butler.
With what fierce joy l drove my fin
gers in behind his windpipe and heard
him make that peculiar gagging sound
as his wet tongue came out over my
hand Brant stood quietly by and let
me choke and shake him. / felt him
culver and knew he would be dead
within a minute or two, but that was
not enough. l felt that / must dash
him to the ground, smash his head,
mutilate him. cursh all semblance of
humanity out of his vile carcass. L
swung him above my head and was
about to bring him down, when, with
a low word of command to the guard,
Brant sprang upon me- The three,
coupled with the weight of my victim,
bore me to the ground, where they
tried to break my grip upon Buffers
throat. They tugged, but in vain. 1
noted with joy that his face was now
black, and that his eyes, protruding so
horribly from their sockets, looked
more like balls of clotted blood than
eyes. Fifteen seconds more and his
wicked spirit would be winging It's way
to it's reward. 1 laughed at their flu
tile efforts and hung on, when tap
from a war club in the hands of one
of the guard, blow I saw Brant signal
-. : - ov,d MI - oil
out of me. When l came to myself,
Butler was lying on the floor over I'M
derneath the torch, and the guard was
working to resuscitate him, while Brant
stood looking on. Dazed and half
crazed as 1 was, my first impulse was
to get at Butler again and l crawled
in that direction. Brant, turning, saw
me- and bending down caught me by
the shoulder.
"Be quiet Quedarl" he whispered
You no be quiet. Captain Brant not be
able to save you. You kill Butler, they
feed you to dogs. Trust Thayendane-
ga" Boyd, too, shook his aching head
at me, and l lay down again. The
guard then carried Butler out He
was gasping and choking as he went,
and must have had a fear of me there
after, for he did not come in again
r L
later he sent five ruffianly looking
rangers, Beacraft among them, after
Boyd and Parker.
Poor Boyd was greatly affected in
parting from me- He supposed he was
going to captivity among white men,
and 1 to torture among Indians, but
/ something told me that / should live
longer than he. Parker was weak and
delirious and babbled incoherently
when I bade him goodbye. Then 1
| turned to Boyd again.
| ut is hard, Quedar," he said broken
I ly, tears of sympathy streaming from
his bruised and blackened eyes Very
hard to leave so noble a fellow as you
to the mercies Of savages. You have
been the best friend I ever had, and
shall always remember you. 1 hope
something will turn up that will save
! you, but l am fearful Goodbye, Que
dar! Goodbyel May God bless and
/ keep you"
/ l said nothing more than goodbye,
although 1t was on my tongues tip to
tell him I preferred taking my chances
with red savages. to his with that white
fiend he was in power of. A merciful
| God spared us the knowledge at that
sad parting of poor Boyds awful end.
need not detail that tragedy here
Every reader of history knows how
Butler took those two men in hand
as soon as he had them in his own
camp, questioned them fruitlessly as to
Sullivan's plan of campaign, whipped
them revfled them and finally turned