Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 35 of 92
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A FIGHT AND A RETREAT. 87 Over mountains and rivers, through swamps aud thickets and dangerous defiles, until they came within five miles of the In- dian town of Etchoe, where they were met by a large body of Cherokees, concealed in so dense a wood that the invader: could hardly see three “yards before them. A bloody contest ensued, in which the English were exposed to a murderous" fre on their front and both flanks. The Indians finally r tired, but the English bad Jost ost about a nindred men, and wisely concluded that th better retreat. They hastened back to their own country, Matthew Crawley and Warren Stafford being carried home with the army, and the frontier _ Was again open to the attacks of the savages, =~ . = a i OMAERRE, Vir “Ts the ak aah aa te tad eh OP ee ee, a small branch of the Tennessee river flowed, and st ows tower pede} its rise in the Cumberla he i “head- of the’ ‘stream was of a jc character, During part of its course the w Hey tr: > a HH ef ii eo oF eae i! ? of rock and by ¢ a spreading sycamore, was clear agetohy “which b up beautifully among - and sent its overflowin waters 1 pleasantly say through the mioss and grass on their way to the ht morning in. the autumn of 1760, efi Indian girl. Down the normale ing her way over the rocks. dite tne tices 2 and bushes, until she reached the foot of the Es » Comicbooks.com-