Connecticut western news., 1911-04-20
PERILS OF THE PIONEERS (Continuel from Fourth Page.)

(Continuel from Fourth Page.)
 forest broken by the expiring shriek cf these lonely emigrants, as they were struck down on their own thresholds by the hands of barbarians. whose work of death no weakness or supphcation could in the least avert. Difficult it is to realize that amidst these peaceful hills and wales, where cities and clustering villages and a thousand hamlets so joy fully repose, scarce century ago such horrld scenes existed. And while thus securely dwelling, we listen ro the recital of such deeds of darkness, we scarce be- heve them other than the wild legends of romance. But instances there are of those with whom we have aSSuciated. and from whose lips we have heald such recitals. who saw and participated in those scenes of suffering.
 Soon after the French and Indian war, MT. Nathaniel Carter removed from Killingworth to Cornwall in Litch field O.. where he purchased and se,t'st on the farm now owned and improv | by Caleb Jones, Esq, where he resi- .' for some years. But, as the tide of emi- grafton was at that time settin- rom New England toward the pleasAh5 and fertile valleys of the Delaware and Sus- quehanna n'Pennsylvania, earlv in res Mr. Carter, with some of his hardy neighbors, began to make preparations for removing thither. The accounts which they had received of that country had filled them with glowing anticipa- tions, though they were by no means unmindful of the fact that the life of a pioneer was one of hardship and peril. MT. o. s family at this time consisted of his wife and six children-Jemima,t the oldest daughter, having a short time be- fore been married to Mir. Isaac Bates, of Warren, [Conn.l The other children were Nathan, Sarah, aged eleven years, Elizabeth. eight, Nathaniel, six, and an infant. On beautiful morning in the spring of the same year, this family, (except the married daughter and NathanieD together with two other families from the same neighborhood, took up the line of their journey for the "land of promise" After tedious tour, marked with the usual Yicissitudes and adventures of such a journey, they arrived in safety at the forks of the Della ware, where they remained short time, and ultimately settled on the Lacka- waxen creek, ill Wayne county, [Pa.,l about twelve miles below the site of the present town of Bethany. They ad- vanced about fifteen miles beyond any other white settlement, cleared small spot near the bank of the stream, and erected building of logs, in which the three families resided. Here they passed a few months in apparent security, en- gagged in various employments to inn prove the safety and comfort of their new residence. The tall trees immedi- ately before their dwelling they had in part cleared away, some grain and garden vegetables were growing hard by, while around the doorway a few flowers, transplanted from their dear native New England, were budding and blossomIng-adding variety and beauty to the scene of their wilderness home. While some were laboring, others carried the musket and ammunition, acting as sentinels, that they might seasonably be appraised of any approaching danger. Every day seemed more promising of future happiness and security, and added something to their stock of comforts. The wild scenery had become familiar to their view, and an agreeable interest has associated itself with most of the objects which were embraced by the little horizon, formed by the tall and unhroken forests which stretched away to an almost interminable breadth around them.
 One day in the latter part of Septem- Der, when the inmates of this little settlement were occupied in their usual pursuits, MT. Carter. with his oldest son, and one or two others, being engaged in building a house a short distance in the woods, and the man whose business it was to act as sentinel having gone few rods out of sight of the house to examine some traps, the Indians, who had been secretly watching for thelr prey, uttered their savage war-whOop, and rushed upon these defenceless women and chil- dren. At this moment, Mrs. Carter and her daughter Elizabeth were a few rods from the door, engaged in picking green corn for dinner. Elizabeth, seeing them before the war-whoop was given, and knowing from their appearance that they were branded for war, turned to mother and gave the alarm, but her words were scarcely uttered, before she saw that beloved parent turn deadly pale, and the next moment beheld the tomahawk buried in her skull The