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| ‘didbthe sdrne:’ Christian Jim was'the first’ to enter, <u, “ Ws"he’ did! so, the ee men ‘saw him’ quail, ‘as though “some 'startling Object had met ‘his: ‘eye.’ - Asmoment: later, they‘ wWere'beside’ him. ise, | Sete INDIAN JIM. | a Directly in the cénter of: the floor, lay>a® aniddiciaged man, évidently the father of the**family; who had’ been -tomahtiwked, and but‘'a few feet distant was'a*woman, who. had been butchered in‘a still more horrible manner. -Clasped ‘€6 hér' breast was a child, from which the life had “been - Beater outs while, ‘with ‘his head in the: smoldering -smidke - Of the: fireplace, ‘lay ‘a small boy; lacérated and bleeding, ‘like thosé'arourid him. All‘were dead and cold. | Indians had, indeed; ‘been there; and ‘the hearts of the _ young men grew sick at the: sight. Fhe furniture, around - ‘the'toom; bore*marks of a violent struggle. The fathef had “not yielded’ up ‘his life,and the lives of those around him, ‘without a@ powerful tesistance, as did too’ many horror- “stricken “men during ‘that “dreadful!*massacre.’ In’ his clenched hands were threads of long; wiry, black -hair, that ‘had ‘béen torn from the heads of his: Indiam:opporients. ‘| But hechad: been taken’ ‘at great» disadvantage, and» was ~ obliged to succtimb ‘to superior power and ntimbers. OWhy did they not. burn the house?” asked: the -artist, SWhG had recovered from his first shock, and was tow a ; pketching the scene before him. “he “s “Too much hurryhad no time—feared soldiers come.” * Ate there any ‘soldiers in this a me inquired young Brainerd. _“ Dunno—can’t say—maybe SO.” | _ © Tt isa’ bloody piece of “business, at any rate;and it is my, opittion ‘that if’ these vagabonds— Thé*reports of several rifles broke upon their ears. The a Tidien Sprung to the door with the quickness of lightning. The twormen were Scarce a ‘nionient’ behind him. ‘They “saw: ‘fally a dozen Indians: around the wagon; ‘struggling “Swith! those within it. The horses had* been shot’ dead; but ; a. , Sl err Uncle John was making a determined resistance.::Marian, “ Magéie; and Mrs. Brainerd;were’ already iti the ‘gfasp of * the» painted’ ‘savages, who held them. upon™their ‘Hofses. Uncle John stood at bay in the front of the ‘wagon; with the board, which had served: as a seat; brandished aloft. ‘He brought it down, with crashing force, upon the head of , ecomichbooks (EO) =) ’