Indian Battle Near Bainbridge Ohio on Paint Creek

Indian Battle Near Bainbridge Ohio on Paint Creek

A Battle Near Reeve's Crossing. In 1793, a large party of Indians crossed the Ohio above the mouth of Brush Creek and attacked the white settlements about Morgan's Station. Col. Kenton having been informed of the attack hastily collected a party of about thirty of the choice spirits about his station and set off in hot haste to intercept the Indians on their retreat to the Chillicothe towns on Paint Creek. Taking Tod's trace opposite Limestone, he followed it to what is known as Reeve's Crossing of Paint Creek near the present town of Bainbridge, where he discovered a fresh trail of Indians going down the creek. It was late in the evening and he cautiously followed the trail till dark. Kenton then left his party, and in company with Michael Cassady, went forward to make observations. They had not proceeded far when they found the Indians encamped on the bank of Paint Creek. They had three fires ; some of them were singing and making other merry noises, showing that they felt in perfect security. Kenton and Cassady returned to their party, and it was concluded to lay still till daylight and then surround and attack the Indians. Kenton's party were all on horseback. Having secured their horses, they lay still till daylight when they moved on for the Indian camp. When they got near the camp they halted and divided into three divisions. Capt. Baker, with one division, was directed to proceed to the creek above the camp ; Cassady with another division was ordered to make the creek below the camp; and Kenton with the re maining division was to attack the camp in front. Strict orders were given that no attack should be made until it was light enough to draw a clear bead. The divisions took their several stations promptly. Day light began to appear, the Indians had risen, and some were standing about the fires. Capt. Baker, seeing the Indians, soon became impatient to commence the action, and before it was light enough to see to draw a clear sight, he began the attack. All the divisions then rushed upon the Indian camp and fired. The Indians dashed across the creek and scattered through the woods like a flock of young partridges. Three Indians only, and a white man named Ward, were killed. Ward had been taken prisoner by the Indians when young, and in every respect was an Indian. He had two brothers, James and Charles, who were near neighbors to Kenton and who were respectable men. James Ward was with Kenton in this engagement. Kenton's party lost one man, Joseph Jones, in this engage ment. The party returned home without any further adventure. To the reader in these days of advanced civilization these thrilling stories of Indian depredations against the white settlements on the Kentucky border, and the prompt retaliatory incursions of the whites against the Indian towns in the Northwest Territory, read like fiction. It seems incredible that any considerable body of mounted troops could be collected and carried over the Ohio River within the course of a few hours' time. There were neither bridges nor ferries across the Ohio in those days, and the rapid crossing of that broad stream by mounted troops would seem a formidable undertaking.

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Retribution For Indian Kidnapping and Murders in Adams County, Ohio

Retribution For Indian Kidnapping and Murders in Adams County, Ohio

   Tod's Expedition. One of these expeditions organized by Col. Robert Tod, of Paris, Kentucky, and Simon Kenton, of Kenton's Station, near Washington, Kentucky, took its route across Adams County, and blazed a line of travel through the forest, that afterwards became a prominent landmark in this region, known as Tod's Trace and Tod's War Road. The Indians had greatly harassed the inhabitants around Kenton's Station, stealing their horses, and killing the settlers or carrying them away in captivity. This was in the summer of 1787. and Kenton sent word to Col. Tod to bring what men he could raise and join his men at Washington from which place their combined forces would march against the Shawnee town on the north fork of Paint Creek in what is now Ross County, Ohio. The forces rendezvoused at Washington, and Col. Tod was put in command. They crossed the Ohio at Limestone and marched up the river to Little Three Mile Creek and thence by the way of where Bentonville now stands to the waters of Lick Fork, and thence to Ohio Brush Creek which they crossed at the Old Indian Ford, afterwards called "Tod's Crossing," near the Fristoe bridge, and thence by way of the Sinking Spring to Paint Creek. McDonald says Kenton as usual commanded a company and piloted the way to the Chillicothe town. On their route out, about five miles south of the town, the advance guard, commanded by Kenton, met four Indians. Kenton and one Helm fired, and killed two of the Indians. The other two were taken prisoners. Kenton was surrounded by a set of young men of his own training, and fearful was the doom of enemies of equal numbers who came in their way. From the two prisoners they learned that there was a large Indian encampment between them and old Chillicothe, and about three miles from that place. On this intelligence the army was halted, and Kenton and his company went cautiously forward to reconnoiter the situation of the enemy. Kenton proceeded near the Indian camp, and with a few chosen men reconnoitered the enemy. He then sent an express to Col. Tod, informing him of their probable number and situation. Before day Maj. Hinkston came on and joined Kenton. Prompt measures were immediately, taken. The Indian camp was surrounded, but the whites were too impatient of delay, and the attack was made before it was light enough. Two Indians were killed and only seven made prisoners. Many in the darkness made their escape. Col. Tod, with the main body of the troops, lingered behind, and did not reach the place where the Indians were defeated till the sun was at least two hours high in the morning. The Indians who escaped alarmed the town. They're men, women and children took naked in the woods, and by the time Col. Tod reached the town, they had all fled. The town was burned and everything about destroyed. The army camped that night on Paint Creek and the next day made their way home, without the loss of a man killed or wounded.

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How the Apache and Sioux Indians Fight

How the Apache and Sioux Indians Fight

     In such approaches, it was necessary to use every help in concealing oneself. Of the Apaches it is said: “He can conceal his swart body amidst the green grass, behind brown shrubs or gray rocks, with so much address and judgment that any one but the experienced would pass him by without detection at the distance of three or four yards. Sometimes they will envelop themselves in a gray blanket, and by an artistic sprinkling of earth will so resemble a granite bowlder as to be passed within near range without suspicion. At others, they will cover their person with freshly gathered grass, and lying prostrate, appear as a natural portion of the field. Again, they will plant themselves among the yuccas, and so closely imitate their appearance as to pass for one of them.”At another time the Indian warrior would depend upon a sudden dash into the midst of the enemy, whereby he might work destruction and be away before his presence was fairly realized.

     Clark tells of an unexpected assault made upon a camp by some white soldiers and Indian scouts. One of these scouts, named Three Bears, rode a horse that became unmanageable, and dashed with his rider into the very midst of the now angry and aroused enemy. Shots flew around him, and his life was in great peril. At that moment his friend, Feather-on-the-head, saw his danger. He dashed in after Three Bears. As he rode, he dodged back and forth, from side to side, in his saddle, to avoid shots. At the very center of the village, Three Bears' horse fell dead. Instantly, Feather-on-the-head, sweeping past, caught up his friend behind him on his own horse, and they were gone like a flash.

       A favorite device in war was to draw the enemy into ambush. An attack would be made with a small part of the force. This would seem to make a brave assault, but would then fall back as if beaten. The enemy would press on in pursuit until some bit of woods, some little hollow, or some narrow place beneath a height was reached. Then suddenly the main body of attack, which had been carefully concealed, would rise to view on every side, and a massacre would ensue.

      After the white man brought horses, the war expeditions were usually trips for stealing ponies. These, of course, were never common among eastern tribes; they were frequent among Plains Indians. Some man dreamed that he knew a village of hostile Indians where he could steal horses. If he were a brave and popular man, companions would promptly join him, on his announcing that he was going on an expedition. When the party was formed, the women prepared food, moccasins, and clothing. When ready, the party gathered in the medicine lodge, where they gashed themselves, took a sweat, and had prayers and charms repeated by the medicine man. Then they started. If they were to go far, at first they might travel night and day. As they neared their point of attack, they became more cautious, traveling only at night, and remaining concealed during the daylight. When they found a village or camp with horses, their care was redoubled. Waiting for night, they then approached rapidly but silently.

     Each man worked by himself. Horses were quickly loosed and quietly driven away. When at a little distance from the village they gathered together, mounted the stolen animals, and fled. Once started, they pressed on as rapidly as possible.

     was the ambition of every Plains Indian to count coup. Coup is a French word, meaning a stroke or blow. It was considered an act of great bravery to go so near to a live enemy as to touch him with the hand, or to strike him with a short stick, or a little whip. As soon as an enemy had been shot and had fallen, three or four often would rush upon him, anxious to be the first one to touch him, and thus count coup.

      There was really great danger in this, for a fallen enemy need not be badly injured, and may kill one who closely approach him. More than this, when seriously injured and dying, a man in his last struggles is particularly dangerous. It was the ambition of every Indian youth to make coup for the first time, for thereafter he was considered brave, and greatly respected. Old men never tired of telling of the times they had made coup, and one who had thus touched dreaded enemies many times was looked upon as a mighty warrior.

      Among certain tribes it was the custom to show the number of enemies killed by the wearing of war feathers. These were usually feathers of the eagle, and were cut or marked to show how many enemies had been slain. Among the Dakotas a war feather with a round spot of red upon it indicated one enemy slain; a notch in the edge showed that the throat of an enemy was cut; other peculiarities in the cut, trim, or coloration told other stories. Of course, such feathers were highly prized.

       Everyone has seen pictures of war bonnets made of eagle feathers. These consisted of a crown or band, fitting the head, from which rose a circle of upright feathers; down the back hung a long streamer, a band of cloth sometimes reaching the ground, to which other feathers were attached so as to make a great crest. As many as sixty or seventy feathers might be used in such a bonnet, and, as one eagle only supplies a dozen, the bonnet represented the killing of five or six birds. These bonnets were often really worn in war, and were believed to protect the wearer from the missiles of the enemy.

Daring Escape From the Shawnee Indians in Southern Ohio

Daring Escape From the Shawnee Indians in Southern Ohio

Escapes.—We traveled that evening I thought seven miles and encamped in the edge of a prairie, the water a short distance off. Our supper that night consisted of a raccoon roasted undressed. After this meal I became thirsty, and an old warrior to whom my friend had given me in charge, directed another to go with me to the water, which made him angry; he struck me, and my nose bled. I had a great mind to return the stroke, but did not. I then determined, be the result what it might, that I would go no farther with them. They tied me and laid me down as usual, one of them lying on the rope on each side of me; they went to sleep, and I to work gnawing and picking the rope (made of bark) to pieces, but did not get loose until day was breaking. I crawled off on my hands and feet until I got into the edge of the prairie, and sat down on a tussock to put on my moccasins, and had put on one and was preparing to put on the other, when they raised the yell and took the back track, and I believe they made as much noise as twenty white men could do. Had they been still they might have heard me, as I was not more than two chains’ length from them at the time. But I started and ran, carrying one moccasin in my hand; and in order to evade them, chose the poorest ridges I could find; and when coming to tree-logs lying crosswise, would run along one and then along the other. I continued on that way until about ten o’clock, then ascending a very poor ridge, crept in between two logs, and being very weary soon dropped to sleep and did not waken until the sun was almost down; I traveled on a short distance further and took lodging for the night in a hollow tree. I think it was on Saturday that I got to the Miami. I collected some logs, made a raft by peeling bark and tying them together; but I soon found that too tedious and abandoned it. I found a turkey’s nest with two eggs in it, each one having a double yolk; they made two delicious meals for different days.

Arrives at Fort Washington.—I followed down the Miami, until I struck Harmar’s trace, made the previous fall, and continued on it until I came to Fort Washington, now Cincinnati. I think it was on the Sabbath, the first day of May; I caught a horse, tied a piece of bark around his under jaw- on which there was a large tumor like a wart: The bark rubbed that, and he became restless and threw me, not hurting me much however; I caught him again, and he again threw me, hurting me badly. How long I lay insensible I don’t know; but when I revived he was a considerable distance from me. I then traveled on very slow, my- feet entirely bare and full of thorns and briers. On Wednesday, the day that I got in, I was so far gone that I thought it entirely useless to make any further exertion, not knowing. what distance I was from the river; and I took my station at the root of a tree, but soon got into a state of sleeping, and either dreamt, or thought, that I should not be loitering away my time, that I should get in that day; of which, on reflection, I had not the most distant idea. However, the impression was so strong that I got up and walked on some distance. I then took my station again as before, and the same thoughts occupied my mind. I got up and walked on. I had not traveled far before I thought I could see an opening for the river; and getting a little further on, I heard the sound of a bell. I then started and ran, (at a slow speed undoubtedly); a little further on I began to perceive that I was coming to the river hill; and having got about half way down, I heard the sound of an axe, which was the sweetest music I had heard for many a day. It was in the extreme out-lot; when I got to the lot I crawled over the fence with difficulty, it being very high.

William Woodward.—I approached the person very cautiously till within about a chain’s length undiscovered; I then stopped and spoke; the person I spoke to was Mr. William WOODWARD, the founder of the Woodward High School. Mr. WOODWARD looked up, hastily cast his eyes round, and saw that I had no deadly weapon; he then spoke, “In the name of God,” said he,” who are you?” “I told him I had been aprisoner and had made my escape from the Indians. After a few more questions he told me to come to him. I did so. Seeing my situation, his fears soon subsided; he told me to sit down on a log and he would go and catch a horse he had in the lot and take me in. He caught his horse, set me upon him, but kept the bridle in his own hand. When we got into the road, people began to inquire of Mr. WOODWARD, “Who is he—an Indian?” I was not surprised nor offended at the inquiries, for I was still in Indian uniform, bare headed, my hair cut off close, except the scalp and foretop, which they had put up in a piece of tin, with a bunch of turkey feathers, which I could not undo. They had also stripped off the feathers of about two turkeys and hung them to the hair of the scalp; these I had taken off the day I left them. Mr. WOODWARD took me to his house, where every kindness was shown me. They soon gave me other clothing; coming from different persons, they did not fit me very neatly; but there could not be a pair of shoes got in the place that I could get on, my feet were so much swollen.

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Little Turtle -The Native Americans Greatest General

Little Turtle -The Native Americans Greatest General

ME-CHE-CUN-NA-QUAH, OK LITTLE TURTLE. 

was the son of Aque-nac-que, the great war chief of the Twightwees [Miamis] 
at the beginning of the eighteenth century, who was also the principal of the 
three Deputies who represented the Twightwee nation at the Treaty of Lancaster. 
Penn., on the 23d day of July, 1748. His mother was of the tribe of the 
Mohegans, and is reputed as having been a superior woman, transmitting many 
of her best qualities to her son. Aquenaeque was of the Turtle branch of the 
Miamis, and lived i„ the Turtle Village on Eel River, some sixteen miles north- 
west of Fort Wayne. 

At this village Little Turtle was born, about the year 1747, and was the 
senior of his sister Algomaqua, wife of Capt. Holmes, by less than two years. He 
became chief at an early age.- not on account of any right by inheritance, because 
the condition of the offspring follows the mother, and not the father, and his 
mother not standing in the line of descent from hereditary chiefs, the child stood 
in the same category, but because of his extraordinary talents and adapted- 
ness for the position, which were noticeable from early boyhood. Upon the death 
of his father, therefore, he became the principal chief of the Miamis, by selec- 
tion. His first eminent services were those of a warrior, in which he distin- 
guished himself above all competitors. His courage and sagacity, in the estima- 
tion of his countrymen, were proverbial, and his example inspired others to 
unwonted achievements in. council and the field. Neighboring consanguineous 
tribes, in their operations against the whites, drew courage from his presence, andachieved successes under his leadership. He was in himself a host on the battle- 
field, and his counsel always commanded respect. 

At the time of St. Clair's expedition against the Wabash Indians, Little 
Turtle was the acknowledged leader, directing the movement of his people, 
which resulted in the defeat of the former, as he had previously done in the 
several actions in the campaign of Gen. Harmar. In comparison with Gen. St. 
Clair, as director of forces at Fort Recovery, his exhibitions of skill and tact inthe management of the assault upon the white troops, were those of the more 
expert tactician. His loss in that engagement was light, while that of Gen. St. 
Clair was heavy. 

" Again, he commanded a body of Indians in November, 1792, who made 
a violent attack on a detachment of Kentucky volunteers under Maj. Adair, under 
the walls of Fort St. Clair, near Eaton, Ohio, but the savages were repulsed with 
loss. He was also at the action of Fort Recovery, in June, 1704. The campaign 
of Gen. Wayne, in August of the same year, proved too successful for the Turtle 
and superior to the combined force. Prior to the battle of Fort Miami, two miles 
below Maumee City, a council was held, when Little Turtle showed his sagacity 
and prudence by refusing to attack the forces of Gen. Wayne." 

Having satisfied himself of the impracticability of further opposition to the 
whites, Little Turtle lent his influence toward the maintenance of peace, and, in 
part consideration for his services in this respect, the American Government 
erected for him, at bis village on Eel River, a comfortable house in which to live. 
■'His habits were those of the whites, and he had black servants to attend to his 
household wants and duties. He was true to the interests of his race, and 
deplored their habits of drunkenness. In 1S02 or 1S03, he went before the Leg- 
islature of Kentucky, and, through his interpreter, made an appeal in person for 
a law preventing the sale of ardent spirits to the Indians. The like mission he 
performed before the Legislature of Ohio, but without success. He described the 
Indian traders to life, viz.: ' They stripped the poor Indian of skins, guns, 
blankets, everything, while his squaws and children, dependent upon him, lay 
starving and shivering in his wigwam.' 

" He was the first to introduce among his savage tribes the practice of vacci- 
nation for 'preventing the small-pox. and did much to prevent human sacrifice." 

From the first appearance of Tecumseh and the Prophet, in their attitude of 
manipulators of opinions directed toward the formation of an Indian confederacy, 
he opposed their movements, and in consequence, through his influence, little was 
accomplished in that direction among his people and others for a long time. 

In a communication dated at Fort Wayne, January 25, 1812, bearing his 
own signature, addressed to Gov. Harrison, be expressed himself as anxious to do 
all in his power to preserve peaceful relations between the white and red people. 
He was destined, however, to take no part in the pending conflict. " He came 
to this city, in 1812, from his residence, to procure medical aid, and was under 
the treatment of the United States Surgeon, and in the family of his brother-in- 
law, Capt. Wells, at the Old Orchard— or rather was cared for by Capt. W.'s family 
at his own tent, a few rods distant, preferring it to the more civilized mode of 
living ' in doors.' His disease was the gout, of which he died in the open air, at 
the place (Old Orchard), above described, July 14, 1812, having the universal 
respect of all who knew him. The Commandant of the fort at that time. Capt. Ray, 
the friend of Little Turtle, buried the remains of the chief with the honors of 
war. A writer says: ' His body was borne to the grave with the highest honors 
by his great enemy, the white man. The muffled drum, the solemn march, the 
funeral salute, announced that a great soldier had fallen, and even enemies paid 
the mournful tribute lo his memory.' " 

To the left of the black square marks the site of Little Turtles Grave. The grave was found while constructing houses in the neighborhood.  His skeletal remains were identified by the sword that was presented to him by George Washington. His bones 

were discarded, his grave goods stolen and the sword is now in the Allen County 

History Center.

The place of his burial is near the center of the " Old Orchard," and his Indian 
ornaments and accouterments of war, a sword presented to him by Gen. Washington 
and a medal with Gen. W.'s likeness thereon, were buried with him. Some years 
ago, Cocsse, a nephew and real chief, since dead, came to Fort Wayne and pro- 
nounced a funeral oration over the remains of his uncle, full of eloquent pathos, 
which was listened to by many of the old citizens of that period. 

A distinguishing trait in the character of this celebrated chief, says Mr. 
Dawson, " was his ardent desire to be informed of all that relates to our institu- 
tions ; and he seems to possess a mind capable of understanding and valuing the 
advantages of civilized life, in a degree far superior to any other Indian of his 
time. 

Henry Hudson and His First Encounter with Indians off of Staten Island, New York

Henry Hudson's First Encounter With Indians off of Staten Island, New York

How easy it is in the light of the present day to smile at the 
unavailing enthusiasm of Hudson and the folly of his scheme ! 
But whatever the motives that led to it the momentous conse- 
quences of that exploration are sufficient to provoke our pro- 
foundest gratitude. After several unsuccessful attempts to find 
such an opening in the land as would indicate what he desired 
to see, he entered the Lower bay and anchored inside of Sandy 
Hook on the 3d day of September, 1609. Though not the first 
to behold, Hudson was the first to penetrate the mysteries of 
the land and water which extended to an unknown distance 
before him. In one boat he visited "Coney Island," and sent an- 
other, containing live men, on an exploring expedition north- 
ward. These men passed through the Narrows, coasted along 
Staten Island, and penetrated some distance into the kills. On 
their return they suddenly encountered two large canoes, con- 
taining twenty-six Indians, who, in their alarm, discharged a 
shower of arrows at the strangers and killed one man, an Eng- 
lishman, named John Coleman, by shooting him in the neck. 
Both parties became frightened, and pulled away from each 
other with all their strength. Coleman's body was taken to 
Sandy Hook and there interred, and the place was called " Cole- 
man's Point." 

Notwithstanding the mishap, as the death of Coleman was 
regarded, the natives proved to be friendly, and freely bartered 
with the strangers such articles as they had to dispose of, 
as tobacco, maize, wild fruits, etc. Hudson remained at anchor 
until the eleventh, when he sailed through the Narrows and 
anchored in the mouth of the great river which now bears his 
name. On the thirteenth he again weighed anchor, and pro- 
ceeded to explore the beautiful stream upon whose bosom he 
was floating; he was eleven days in ascending as far as the site 
of Albany, and as many more in descending. Before starling 
he had had considerable intercourse with the natives, but had al- 
ways prudently kept himself and his men prepared for auv 
emergency, and though the natives frequently came on board 
armed they made no hostile demonstrations; Hudson, however, 
detained two of the Staten Island Indians as hostages, and took 
them with him on the voyage up the river, as far as the site of 
West Point, where they escaped by jumping overboard and 
swimming to the shore. On his way he encountered many of 
the Indians, who, though they manifested a friendly disposi- 
tion, were nevertheless suspected of entertaining hostile inten- 
tions, and it was supposed that the dread with which they 
regarded the arms of their visitors alone restrained them. 

Indian Murders and Revenge in Ross County, Ohio

Indian Murders and Revenge in Ross County, Ohio

George EuflPner emigrated to the Scioto Yalley, in 1798, from 

Kanawha, Virginia, and settled on the waters of Paint creek, 
near Chillicothe. The foundation of his cabin is yet visible. 
He was a fearless, brave, and daring hunter; had a great antip- 
athy to the Indians, in consequence of the killing of his father 
and mother by them, in 1791, on the Kanawha. He lived by 
hunting panthers, bears, wolves, and deer, and would kill, 
during his hunting excursions, any straggling Indians that 
crossed his path. During the wars of 1791 and 1812 he served 
as a spy. He moved his headquarters on the head waters of 
the Mohiccan, was frequently in company with the renowned 
Indian killers, Wetzel and Hughes. A few days after the 
burning of Greentown, a party of Indians was discovered upon 
the banks of the Mohiccan Lake. The discoverer was Bunty 
Billy. It appears that the Indians had recognized Billy at the 
same time he saw them. Billy at first attempted to run away, 
but the Indians called to him to stop, telling him that they 
would not hurt him; he stopped. The Indians approached 
him in a friendly manner, calling him good boy, etc. "Do 
you know a family by the name of Seymore?" asked a tall 
Indian. "Yeth thir, I geth I do, thir," said Billy. "Do you 
know a man by the name of EuflFner?" "Yeth thir, but I'd 
tbay to you, thir, not to put yourthelf in hith way, thir. He ith 
a perfect devil, thir, when he ith not in a good humor, thir." 
"All right," said the Indian, and the Indians took their leave, 
and Billy hastened home to inform Euffner of his discovery. 
Instantly Euffner seized his rifle and set out in pursuit of the 
Indians. He soon got on their trail and followed them to the 
cabin of Seymore. The Indians had entered the cabin door 
when they were soon joined by Euffner. On their entry they 
appeared friendly, shaking hands with the whole family; nor 
were the family alarmed, as the visitations of Indians were fre- 
quent. But Euffner's sudden appearance aroused the suspicions 
of Philip Seymore. Euffner thinking that they would not dare 
to attempt an assault upon the family in his presence, insisted 
upon Philip, as he was the most fleet on foot, to run into the 
settlement and gather up some friends. As soon as Philip had 
left the cabin, Euffner immediately noticed a sudden change in 
the countenances of the savages; they cast upon each other 
significant looks and glances, as much as to say: "He is gone 
for aid, and now is our time." A deep, death-like silence 
now reigned in the lonely forest cabin. Kate Seymore could 
no longer endure this deathly gloom. Advancing toward 
Euffner, she said : " Oh, Euffner, we shall all be killed!" Euff- 
ner, who had sat eyeing the savages with a tiger's look, sprang 
to his feet and exclaimed, in a stentorian voice : " Imps of hell, 
leave this place this moment, or I will send your bloody red 
spirits to the burning pit of hell," advancing toward them. 
Instantly the Indians sprang from their seats, and made an 
attack upon the heroic Euffner with uplifted tomahawks. 
In the bloody conflict he killed three of the murderous savages, 
bat, being overpowered by their united strength, fell a lifeless 
bleeding corpse upon the cabin floor. The remaining savages 
then turned upon the aged and helpless couple, who sat like 
petrified statues, gazing with a vacant stare upon the terribly 
bloody scene around them. Two tall savages, with tomahawks 
uplifted, dripping with the blood of the murdered Euffner, 
dealt each a blow upon their heads, and they, too, fell in the 
Agonies of death. 

Poor Kate was an eye-witness to the dreadful tragedy. She 
was compelled to hand over all the money of her murdered 
father, and cook dinner for the murderous Indians. Immedi- 
ately after dinner Kanotchey, the brutal chief, approached Kate 
and sunk his tomahawk deep in her head. She, too, fell to rise 
no more. 

The savages then left the cabin, concealing themselves in the 
deep, dark forest. Philip, on returning with help, entered the 
yard, and seeing the blood}^, mangled body of Eutfner, sprang 
into the cabin, where his worst fears were realized. The sight 
was shocking. Poor Kate, the once romping, laughing, beau- 
tiful, rosy-cheeked Kate — there she lay beautiful in death. 
Philip, on beholding her lifeless form, and those of his beloved 
parents and the noble Euffner, gave vent to a flood of tears, and 
exclaimed: "'Tis done; I am left alone." Said he to his neigh- 
bors: "Blood for blood shall be my motto." Bidding them fare- 
well, he bounded into the deep forest, becoming an Indian killer. 
His home was the forest; his covering, the blue sky; his food, 
wild meat. He would lay in ambush, and every straggling Indian 
that hove in sight he would kill. Near the close of the war, 
while seated on a high bluff near the Mohiccan, in a narrow 
bottom below, he saw a large, straight, tall Indian in shooting dis- 
tance. He cocked his gun, took ainl, fired, and killed the sav- 
age. He descended and walked to the place where the Indian 
lay. On examination of his costume and person, he found it 
was Kanotchey, the murderer of his sister. Philip said: "I am 
now avenged." He then returned to his home on the Mohiccan.