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A SURPRISE. 25 A moment in the camp, A moment, and away ! Nathan Carver, who had just placed his wife within her wagon, was struck down by a tomahawk, as he turned to face the assailants. One Indian fell before the rifle of Black Beaver, and Dayid Carver had just wounded another, when he was disabled by an arrow that stuck in hisarm. Frank Steele turned to look for Ellen, and saw her seized and carried off by a stalwart savage. He hastened in pursuit, and was about to blow out the red-man’s brains with his pistol, when he was knocked down from behind, and was instantly picked up and carried away, bruised and senseless. Eben Gookin, as soon as he could collect his scattered senses, also witnessed the capture of Ellen, and also went in pursuit, when his way was stopped by an Indian, who advanced upon him with up- lifted tomahawk. As quick as thought, the long whaler raised his harpoon, and hurled it through the body of his an-’ tagonist, stretching him lifeless upon the earth, As the barbed instrument could not be immediately extricated, he found him- self weaponless, until the RB VAEPS were bevend sight and hearing. As pursuit was impracticable, the little party, took an ac- count of their losses, and found them to be as follows: Nathan Carver was severely hurt, and Dayid was slightly wounded. _A few of the horses were wounded, more or less severely, and, what was worse than all, Ellen Carver and. Frank Steele had been carried off as prisoners.. The Delaware examined the bodies of the slain, and declared that they. belonged to a band of those dreaded enemies of the white man, the Blackfeet... Without more-delay, the horses were hitched to the wagons, in one of which Nathan Carver was placed, and the dimin- ished band, sad and dispirited, started out, under the guidance of Black Beaver, to seek the protection of Captain Steele’s camp. They reached it in safety, and the Delaware, accom- panied by Eben Gookin, immediately hastened back to the scene of their bloody surprise, to find and follow the trail of the Blackfeet, \ connicloooks.com