The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1901-05-22
Life of NIargaret Lewis.
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savages dispersed, our men stlll
having one eye open for them,
did see, creeping on all-fours,
from the wood and toward the
settlement, nay, (indeed, close
by my house, when it had been
permitted to come so far, then
| Joshua Grant fired OH it,, what
seemed to be stout Indian, all
painted and bedizened in full
war array. The creature groan-
ed and fell, dropping its bow
and arrows on the ground.
There all lay till some one
shouted run up,-Wm. Stuart
first, and the victim turns out
to be Greenlee's mad sister.
Some deem her mad, that is to
say, some a witch. She rideth
ali over the country alone, at
will, and talks strangely at
times. Months she has been
missing from Burnen grant
where her brother lives, and no
one could tell aught OF her.
She has been captive, she
says. Indeed she will be more
angel in my sight than flesh
and blood, if she talks not idly
in the news she bears me. She
can bring Alice, if I but give
her a swift horse. Her wound
was not deep though some pain
full. 1 could not entreat her to
stay for it's better healing, but
dressed it tenderly as / could
and gave her our best animal
and prayed her speed.
| can see Nora thinks the
pony has gone for no profit.
The woman does, to be sure,
talk wildly of the palace under
the earth where she has hidden
White Dove. She knows some
thing of her, giving proof that
far in calling her by her Indian
bestowed name. That gives me
hope, while l ponder again up
on her disconnected harangue
OF silver palace-walls and pearly
} floors. She hath an apartment
there, so she tells, where she
holds communion with the dead +,
, ard their voices answer her.
Her language is very good. and
, she commences talk with so ra-
ton and plausible an air, that
you find yourself listening most
intontly, and rapt, indeed, then
she becomes SO excited that
mind and tongue run riot to-
gether, and brain of only
healthy Velocity cannot keep up.
l can write no more.
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There promises to be little
: peace between us and these saw
? ages ever again, scarce lady
r now passes but chronicles some
3 new depreciation. Still they do
us the Justice to acknowledge
, the red man was the aggressor.
, The Great Spirit, they say, is
on the side of the white man,
K, and indeed our mode of warfare
hath been destructive enough.
My husband has imported the
pink clover into the country,
, but they will have it it is their
. wild white clover, which Lewis
and his men have dyed red with
the blood of the Indian.
My poor Alice looks infant
like and Innocent with her bald
head.
a threatening fever followed
the excitement and terror of her
stealing away by the savages,
and her roses in her checks are
scarce recovered yet.
Mary Greenlee was good rs
her word in bringing the lost
baby to us, and for Alice, she
told the strangest tale, the
which, did l not have proof
better, might almost make me
, think the child mad as Mary
: Grecnlec. This latter was with
the indians in their assault the
night before her discovery of
herself to us. They had truly
taken her captive, and she, the
moro readily to pave the way
to escape when time should
offer, feigned dislike of the
whites, and that she had run to
them of her own will. She
painted her skin like them and
dressed like them, but the very
night they brought White Dove
home Il captive, her heart was
stirred for her race. She watch
ed her opportunity, seized her
pony they had captured with
her, and taking the fear-dis-
traught child behind her, set
out at speed of the wind, SO
Alice tells, and so deity did she
, manage that they were not pur-
sued to be conscious of pur-
suit.