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Short Stories | 2003
Transcription Chronicles of Ashley River--No 6
'Lo! the cloud is o'er their dwellings and they
take
A mournful leave of all the lov'd and lost
I saw one wretched matron, as she stood
Beside her hearth-stone and her hurt was full,
And her eyes look'd her' tears, but shed them not.'
Old Play.

The sun rose red and fiery upon the
smoking ruins of tile village. The flames
had been relentless, and scarce a house
remained to give shelter to the shelter-
less. The women and children, clustered
together beneath a wood that gave them
a partial cover. The men joined indis-
criminately in pursuit of the assailants.
Mad with rage and the desire of ven.
geance, they hotly plied the flight, stir-
passing the reputation of swiftness in their
light-heeled enemies. Every streaallet
took large toll of blood. Every bend in
the road, every .opening in the woods re-
quired and received its portion of revenge.
In vain did the fleeing tribe endeavor to
rally ; they paused, they ,stood only to
perish ; the rout was complete; the re-
venge conclusive. Scarce an Indian es-
caped that morning raid ; scarce a warri-
or remained to bear the tidings of their
downfall to his tribe. The whites lost
seven men in the whole conflict. The
chief instrument of the mischief, Redfoot,
was found exhausted by a running brook,
into which, while endeavoring to drink,
he had fallen, and from the exhaustion
consequent to the excessive loss of
blood, found it impossible to extricate
himself. He was absolutely drowned in
a brook not knee deep. His body was
seized with triumph by the pursuers.
They stabbed and disfigured it in many
places and finally, after scalping it after
the Indian fashion, they hung him upon
the projecting branch of a large oak