The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-01-24
He Tells, Too, of the Splendid
 Bravery of Mes. Brown of Georgia Who, After Her Husband Had Been Killed and She Wounded,
 Drove Off a Band of Indians. /

fellow was soon left behind on &C., count of his inability to travel on foot. I can see her now. squatted in the saw palmetto. among group of dwarf Icabbage trees surrounded by a group of Indian women. Then saw Brown kill an Indian. and I got my rifle stock shot off just back of the lock. old Jack Carter came up with my horse shortly, after we got the Indian women cut off from the warriors. I got his musket' and used 1t until the fight end- cd. You saw Mrs. Stuart when she reached the camp and can recollect her appearance. better than I can describe 1t. ~
 You say you have seen the old lady the mother of Isaac Brown. never saw her but once and that was In Twisss County, Ga, in February. 1918. It was at her own house. I called there to get Isaac to go with me into Florida. as had been ordered by General Jack son to collect as many Indians as I could and meet him at Fort Scott. Isaac he'd no horse that was suitable for the trip. left my horse with Gen- eral Wimberly. and we took it on foot to Fort Early trustink to Providence for horses after that When we were about to leave the old lady saidi | 'Tsaac my son, the Indians killed your father and may kill you. but I would rather hear of you being killed than to hear that my son had acted the icoward."
 This Is all the acquaintance I ever had with the old lady. but have had her history from many who knew her well.
 A weman's Bravery. When Isaac was an infant his father who was a fearless man crossed the oconee river near what Is known as the Long Bluff. The oconee was then the line between the whites and the Indians. Brown built him @ house and was preparing for stock raising. He always kept on hand some loaded guns and a number of dogs. One morning about daylight his dogs commenced barking; he opened the door to look out and was shot dead by an Indian, who had secreted himself near the house.
 At the report of the gun the Indians raised the yell
 Mrs. Brown drew her lifeless hus- band in the house. commenced firing lat the Indians anj drove them off They soon returned and set fire to a board shelter attached to the house She climbed up the wall on the inside. and with a basin of milk extinguished the fire and while in the act of pour ing the milk on the fire, with h@r arms projecting through the logs the In. dians shot at and broke her shoulderd with one arm anJ with the aid of q small boy the son of one James Haf-i rison, she succeeded a second time in driving off the Indiana. She then escaped across the river with her children
 ed to the house and they said 1t had not been a sham fight. for they fpunj the white man in the house shot dead and not Rr from the house two dead Indians and not far from their trail was discovered signs as though they had been dressing wounds.
 Now you can account for Browns being a soldier, as easily to account for Lexington and his half brother Lecompte being race horses--its in the blood. The boy that was<with Mrs. Brown was the son of James Harri- | son, who was a man of great daring and had suffered much from the In- dians and they in return had suffered | much from him. He was the man | who killed the father of the present Speaker of the Creeks. Hopthleyoholo,t and was known to the Indians as Ehpha Tustauugga, or Dog Warrior, | and to the whites as Davy Cornels. | Davy Cornels, suspect, was the cause of more mischief done to the whites by the Creek Indians than any man that ever lived in the Creek Nation. He was troublesome during the Revo- lution and long after While Sea- groves was agent, Cornels sent bim word that he wished to be at peace and that he would, meet him at Cole rain, not a great distance from St. Mary's.
 S'eagroves unfortunately let 1t be known that he was expecting a visit from Cornels. Harrison heard of it, collected a few men, and suspect Browns father among the rest. All had suffered long and much from the depredations of Cornels and his men; they knew his path. they watched 1t closely and one day, as he approached them with a white flag Harrison killed him. So ended the most bitter enemy the whites ever had among the Creek Indians, Sowoanoka Jack excepted.
 By the time you aet through with what I have scribbled, T reckon you will be little cautious how you write to your old Indian acquaintances who have little else to do than sit and think over old times. You say you reckon I am now an old man; you are right Time, the common leveller of our race, has not passed me unno- ticed, and according to the course of things, 1t will not be a great while until am turned over to the terror of kings. If you see Jack or Thacker Howard. tell them that I am still llv- Ing. May you live as long as suits your convenience. Respectfully.
 T. s. W. (