Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1904-08-18

seem to be getting our range at last
Tell tie men 10 keep well under cover.
They must not expose themselves until
we are ready TO charge"
The shock had brought him back 10
his duty as Al leader OF his little com
pany, and with the funeral bell of all
his Iife's happiness tolling in his ago
nized heart he turned afresh 10 direct
ing the fire upon the blockhouse.
About this time a runner came from
Clark with an order TO cease firing and
let returning party of British scouts
under Captain Lamothe re-enter the
fort unharmed- a strange order it
seemed TO both officers and men. but
1t was implicitly obeyed. Clark's genius
here made another fine strategic flash.
He knew that unless he let the scouts
+ go back into the stockade they would
escape by running away, and might
I possibly organize an army of Indians
! with which to succor Hamilton. But
if they were permitted to go inside
/ they could be captured with the rest
1 Of the garrison. Hence his order
A few minutes passed in dead ST.
/ lence. Then Captain Lamothe and his
\ party marched close by where Bever-
ley's squad was lying concealed 1t
/ was difficult task to restrain the Gre
| oles, for some of them hated Lamothe.
| Oncle Jazon squirmed like a snake
while they filed past all unaware that
an enemy lurked so near When they
/ to1 4h4 La
down for them and they began &c
Chamber over the wall, crowding and
| pushing one another in wild haste.
| Oncle Jazon could hold in no longer.
"Ya. va! Var he yelled. Look
out. The ladder is a-fallin' WI yer
Then all the lurking crowd shouted
as one man, and, sure enough. down
came a ladder--men and all in crash
ing heap.
"Silence. Silencer' Beverley COM
manded, but he could not check the
wild jeering and laughing, while the
bruised and frightened scouts hastily
erected their ladder again. fairly tum-
bling over one another in their haste
to ascend, and so cleared the wall, fall
ing into the stockade to join the gar
! rison.
"ventrebleu" shrieked Oncle Jazon.
They've gone to bed, but we'll wake
'em up at the crack o. day am give
'em breakfas' o. hot leadv'
Now the fighting was resumed with
redoubled spirit and noise, and when
morning came, affording sufficient light
to bring out the bead sights on the
Kentucky rifles. the matchless marks
men in Clark's band forced the British
to close the embrasures and entirely
cease trying to use their cannon. but
the fight with small arms went merrily
on until the middle OF the forenoon.
Meantime Gaspard Roussillon had
tied Francis Maisonville's hands fast
and hard with the strap Of his bullet
pouch.
"Now, I'll scalp you," he said in a
rumbling tone terrible to hear. And
with his words out came his hunting
knife from it's sheath.
"Oh, have mercy, my dear NJ. Rous-
sillonr' cried the painting captive.
"Have mercyw
Mercy Yes, like your coloners;
that's what you'll get. You stand by
that forban, that scelerat, that bandit,
and help him. Oh, yes, you'll get mer-
cy! Yes, the same mercy that he
showed to my poor little Alicei Your
scalp. monsieur, II you please. A small
matter; II won't hurt muchv'
"But, for the sake of old friendship,
Gaspard. for the sake
"Ziffl Poor little Alicei'
"But swear to you that IT,
Tout de meme. monsieur, je vais
vous sca1per maintenant.|
In fact, he had taken Off q part Of
Maisony ille's scalp when n party or
soldiers, among whom was Maison-
villcs brother, brave fellow and 10y
al to the American cause, were at
tracted by his cries and came to his
rescue
| NJ. Roussillon struggled savagely, In
sisting upon completing his cruel per-
formance, but he was at last overpow-
cred, partly by brute force and partly
by the pleading of Maisonville's broth
er, and made to desist The big man
wept with rage when he saw the
bleeding prisoner protected. "Eh bien!
I'll keep what I've got" he roared,
"and I'll take the rest Of II next
time"
| He shook the tuft OF hair at Maison-
vile and glared like mad bull.
Two or three other members of In
mothe's band were captured about the
same time by some of the French mill
tiamen, and Clark when on his round
cheering and directing his forces dis
covered that these prisoners were being
used as shields. Some young creoles,
gay with drtnk and the stimulating ef-
feet OF fight, had bound the poor fel-
lows and were firing from behind them.
or course the commander promptly put
an end TO this cruelty, but they consid-
cred 1t exquisite fun while It lasted.
1t was In broad daylight, and they
knew that the English in the fort
could see what they were doing.
ITS shameful TO treat prisoners In
this way" said Clark. II will not per-
NIT it. Shoot the next man that offers
TO do such n thing"
One of the creole youths, a hand
some, swarthy AdonIs I'm buckskin,
tossed his shapely head with a deb
onalr smile and said:
"To be sure, mon colonel. But what
have they been doing TO us? We have
amused them all winter. It's but fair
that they should give us n little fun
now"
Clark shrugged his broad shoulders
and passed on. He understood perfect
Iy what the people OF Vinccnnes had
suffered under Hamilton's brutal nd-
ministration.
At o o'clock an order was passed to
cease firing, and nag Of truce was
seen going from Clark's headquarters
TO the fort. 1t was a peremptory de-
mand for unconditional surrender.
Hamilton refused, and fighting was
fiercely resumed from behind rude
breastworks meantime erected. Every
loopholc and opening OF whatever sort
was the focus into which tho unerrlng
backwoods rifles sent their deadly bul-
let's. Men began to fall In the fort, and
every moment Hamilton expected nm
| assault In force on all sides OF the
stockade. This, n successful, would
mean inevitable massacre. Clark had
warned him OF the terrible conse-
| qucnccs OF holding out until the worst
should come. For" said he In his note
| 10 the governor, III / am obliged to