{"newspaper_name": "Litchfield enquirer.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
{"character_count": 6707, "word_count": 1201, "ccnet_language_score": [0.9818000197410583], "ccnet_perplexity": [797.7999877929688], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}


 residing Bryant's station at Lexington, where he left the child, and the two brothers set out ior' the dwelling. As they approached, light broke upon his view-his steps quickeneds his fears ln-a creased, and the most agonizing apprehensions crowded upon his mind. Emerging from the cane- brake, he beheld his house in flames, and almost burnt to the ground. "My wife P he exclaimed, ], as he pressed one hand to his forehead, and grasp ed the fence with the other, to support his toter

 ing frame He gazed on the ruin and desolation around him, advanced few paces, and sunk ex- hausted to the earth e- B." s$s%j Morning came, the luminary ot heaven arose, and still found him seated near the almost expiring embers In his right hand he held small stick with which he was tracing the name of :" Eliza" on the ground and his left hand lay on hls favor' ite dog that lay by his side, looking first on the ruins. and then on his master, with evident signs of grief Morgan arose. The two brothers now made search, and found some bones burnt to ash- es, which they carefully gathered, and silently consigned to their mother earth, beneath the wide- spread branches of venerable oak, consecrated by the purest and holiest recollections.

 Several days after this, Morgan was engaged in desperate battle at the Lower Blue Licks. The Indians came off vctors, and the surviving whites returned across the Licking, pursued by the ene- my for distance of six and thirty miles, ~ | James Morgan was amongst the last who cross. ed the river, and was in the rear until the hill was descended As soon as he beheld the Indians re-appear on eridge, he felt and saw his wrongs, and recollected the loved object of her affections He urged his horse, and pressed to the iron:.- While in the act of leapng from his saddle, he re- ceived rifle ball in his thigh and fell an Indian sprang upon him by the hair, and applied the | scalping knife. At this moment, Morgan cast up his eyes, and recognized the handkerchief that bound the head of the savage, and which he knew to be his wfe's. This added renewed strength to his body, and increased his activity to fury. He quickly threw his left arm around the Indian, and with death-like grasp hugged him to his bosom, plunged his knife into his side, and he explretl m his arms Releasing himself from the savage Morgan crawled undera small oak, nn an elevated piece of ground a short distance from him. The scene of action shifted, and he remained undscov. cred and unscalped, an anxious spectator of the battle.

 It was now midnight. The savage band had, af. ter taking all the scalps they could fnd left the battle ground. Morgan was seated at the foot ot the oak its trunk supported his head. The rug ged and uneven ground that surrounded him, was covered with the slain the once white and pro- iectine rocks, Sleached with the lain and sun oi centuries, were crimsoned with blood that had warmed the heart and animated the bosom of the patriot and soldier. The pale glmnerlng of the moon occasionally threw faint light upon the mangled bodies of the dead, then passing clouc enV6IOpcu III ud hiltoS anu 6u'S ot TOT to the feeble cries of few still lingering 1T the last agones of protracted death. rendered doubly appalling by the hoarse grozNlng of the bear, the loud howl of the wolf, the Hhfil and va red notes of the wild cat and panthes feeding on the dead and the dying. Morgan beheld the scene with heart-rending sensations, and looked forward in the apathy of despair to his own end .

 A large, ferocious looking bear, covered all over with blood, now approached him he threw him. self on the ground silently commended his soul to Heaven and in breathless anxiety. awaited his fate The satiated animal slowly passed without noticing him. Morgan raised his head-was about to oftei thanks for his unexpected preservation, when the l cry of pack 9of wolves opened upon him, and awakened him to sense of dangers He placed his hands over his eyes fell on his face. and in si lent agony awaited his fate. He now heard rus. tlng in the bushes steps approached cold chill ran over him. agination--creative, busy imagi' nation, was actively employed death, the most fhorrbe death awaited him his limbs would in all probabityabe torn from him, and he devoured alive He felt touch--the vital spark was al. most extinguished-anothe touched more violent than the first, and he was turned over. The cold sweat ran down in torrents-his. hands were vio' lently forced from his face--the moon parsed un der a cloud---a faint ray beamed npon him-hi eyes involuntarily opened, and he beheld his wife who in a scarce audible voice., exclaimed, s' M, husband !--my husband !" and fell upon his Do som. ,- y s4z. .. a....s. -.a.

 Morgan nuw learned from his wife, that aftel the Indians entered the house, they found some spirits. and drank freely; an altercation soon took 4 blood ran through the floor on her. Believing i to he the blood of her husband, she shrieked aloud and betrayed her place of concealment. I She was immediately taken and bound. The lparty after setting fire to the house, proceeded tt Bryahts Station. On the day of the battle of tht Blue Licks, horse, with a saddle and bride rushed by her, which she knew fo be her hus bands. During the action, the prisoners were Jeff unguarded-rnade their escape, and lay concealed beneath some bushes under the bank.of the river Alter the Indians had returned from the pursuit and lertfhe battle ground, she, with some othe d persons who had escaped with her, determined t' make search for their friends, and, if on the field and living, to save them if possible, from th beasts of prey After searching for some time ant despaifing of success, she fortunately discoveret him. A

 wife. and restored them to their friends, their m fant, and their home. s k Fron, the Powtsmouth (.N HI Journal.

 lS MIR. WISE AND THE SLAYER

 "Your young men shall see visions, and yo' old men shall dream dreams" T If the above quotation isnot correct, Mr. Editor please make it so. Taking it as it stands, l sup pose must call the following sketch dream. as have long ranked myself among old men. II ma. come true there is nothing in the nature of thing to prevent it. The premises are facts, and the con cluson is likely to follow as natural consequence I The scene lies about falfa days sail from tn, coast of Cuba. Day is just dawning upon the decl of one of our frigates, returning from the Brazilian station, and upon the wide waste oi waters, gentl unduating beneath the mild trade-wind. 0 board the ship is Hon. Henty A. Wise, of Virginis our late minister plenipotentiary to the court 2 Brazil He has been recalled by his Government