The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1901-07-25

dealing the death blow to an enemy
or tearing his bloody scalp from his
head, they whooped and stamped un-
til they were frenzied and delirious
With rage and valor. The old men,
who at first expostulated against the
war-dance, joined the squaws and
children in a wide circle about the
dancers and SAL calmly smoking OF
commenting among themselves upon
the situation.
While this scene was progressing
the white lad sat quietly on the
ground at little distance quaking
with vague fear, though he knew of
no reason to be alarmed for his own
safety. Suddenly one of the more
violent among the dancers leaped high
in the air, brandiShing his tOmahawk,
and screamed ''The English. the Eng
liSh." then ran with long bounds out
of the fire-lit circle, his companions
momentarily breathleSs and silent
but at once more excited and yehe-
ment than before. The import of the
frantic young buck s impetuous move
ment was not apparent until he
bounded back into the freight drag
ging Angus by the hair and still
shrieking, cite English! the Eng
lish.''
Elenip Sprang to his ward, followed
by his companions, and struggle en-
sued for the possession of the boy, all
shouting, gesticulating and threaten
ing. Some of the old men took part
in the defence of the boy, and urged
that he belonged to those who had
brought him there and were guests at
the feast and that Indians ought not
to raise bad blood among themselves,
but the answer was, "Why should We
suffer an English voice to be heard
among us when they are trying to
steal our lands and kill our friends?"
Argument being useless and reSiS-
lance out of the question Elenip and
his friends withdrew with dark looks
and muttered threats and retired into
the forest. leaving ShiningRedHair to
the fate they saw no possibility of in
tercepting. The insult ranked in
their breasts as they pressed on down
the margin of the stream. afterwards
known as White Woman's creek, to-
ward the Muskingum and the village
at its mouth. The lads tOrmentOrS
with many painful cuffs, compelled
him TO sing and dance by the fire,
then at signal threw themselves in
to two lines, five or six yards Separa-
ted. and forced him to run between
the ranks. The hideouS monsters
logged him with green switches as he
ran, beat him with clubs and threw
sand i'm his eyes, laughing and yelling
like fiendS i'm the flare of the flames,
and at last struck him to the ground
with the handle of tOmahawk just
as he finished his race. Bruised,
bleeding, hopeless and unresisting,
he did not cry out or murmur but i'm
his heart he prayed that the coming
torture might not be prolonged and
the image of his fond and tender mo-
t her rose before his mind to sustain
him.
The young Savages were now ready
Ior another sort of mirth. While
some amused themselves by knocking
him about and throwing him from one
to another, so that he was Jared un-
til it seemed that every joint was dis
located and every muscle strained,
Others quickly placed four stakes in the
ground and fastened four poles on
their tops in sort of frame. This
completed he was dragged to it. his
head knocking along the
ground. and bound face up with his
legs and arms extended, to the poles,
at such height that fire built be-
meath him would be a long time in
consuming him. A small, slow fire
was then kindled directly under
him, his clothing having been re-
moved. The flame did not reach him
but his skin began to blister, and
not even then, confronted by death in
a most awful form, did the brave lad
even so much as whimper.
Then a strange thing happened.
Above the tumultuous whooping
there burst an abrupt shrek and
young squaw rushed to the victims
side and tore away the flaming fuel,
pleading for his life. She was the
widowed daughter of a Mohican chief
and had come with small party from
their village about twenty miles dis
tant to visit their Delaware friends.
Her baby boy had also died and her