Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal

              THE PITTSTON GAZETTE in Mfflimii iimicm roraiii. ' - . . - • . I.: v ' ' , , - " ' ' , • ' . a Hlttklq jtoffpnptr- (©tonfeb to Mtm. littrnfurt, ptttts, tjie JHtrnmfilt, Jllinrng, JEIrrliunirnl, mil %iralnrnl 3ntmsts nf flit Ctninlrtj, Snatrnrtfnn, 5lmtwnunf, fct. Mara fu Itratinr. PITTSTON, PENNA., FRIDAY, MARCH 26, 1852. rT SpMNMMR i.»1D WHOLE NUMBER 85. VOLUME 2.--NUMBER 33. thh; ranrairtBSi aasairif®, feint fitiit. swayed round with the current. Once the The unhappy young woman slood with her face turned toward the preclpioe, and tears rolled down her cheek and dropped on her child whlob lay 'clasped on hefr bosom, as her mother spoke. " Yes mother, I understand, and will save that poor girl— tho' It kill me I will save her. I know ihe path, I har» trodden it before," she replied, in a sorrowful and abstracted voice. A low howl, like the prolonged cry of a wild animal, started her- She looked wild, ly on her mother; " They have found some means of crossing,'' she said—"they will murder us ; but 1 will do as you bid me—farewell P' She clasped her child more closely td her bosom, and dashed into the path with the bound of a wild deer. prepared himself to protect the females, who rushed from the house to meet them, weeping and wringing their hands in  tal fear. The men formed themselves into a Arm phalanx In front of the room, ond the women crouched together in the far. thest end ; some quaking with terror, oih. ers standing up with a firm courage break, ing over their pale faces, ready to second ;lie means which their husbands and broth, era might adopt for defence. "Yon will not let them murder us?" gasped the pale bride, clinging to her new. ly made husband, as Mother Derwent placed an old muske; in his hand. The young man strained her to his bosom, pressed a fervent kiss upon her cold lips, and strove lo tear himself from her arms; but she clung-the more wildly to him in her terror, and he could not free himself. " Jane," said a low, calm voice from the inner room ; '-'come and let us pray together. The great God of heaven and earth is above us, He is powerful to save!" Jane unwound her arm* from her husband's neok, and tottered away to the foot of the bed where her sister was kneeling. There she buried her face in her hands and remained motionless; and none would have believed her alive, save that a alight' shudder ran through her frame whenever a rifle-shot was heard from the river. There were a few moments of intense stillness ; then a loud, fierce howl rose up from the opposite shore, and several rifles were dis charged in quiuk succession. A palerhue fell on every stem tnci in that little phalanx ; but they were men'of iron, and stood ready for the death, pale but resolute. The door was barricaded, and Edward Clark stationed himself at the window with his musket, and kept his eye steadily fixed on the path which led to the cove. But wiih all their precaution, one means of entrance had been forgotten. The window of Mary Derweul's bed-room remained open ; and the basket of roses lay in it, shedding perfume abroad, sweetly, as if human blood were not about to drench them. forward on his breast. He felt the warm blood-drops ebbing from her lips upon his breast, and pressed her closer to him, but with a shudder, as it they had been dropping upon his dare heart. Meantime, Tahmeroo urged her com. panion forward with an impulse, sharpened each momnnt by the sounds of conflict which followed them. Half mad wiiji contending feeling, the poor bride strug. eled in her conductor's hold, and woulc have rushed back in search ofhar husband could she have freed herself. But thC young Indian kept a firm grasp on he arm, and dragged her resolutely towarc the boats, regardless of her eiUreatiea.— They were too late; the last carioe had pu off, and no one but Mary Derwent was lef upon the shore. Others had rushed in be fore her 'till but one vaoant place remain ed ; she had forced her old grandmothe into that, and stood upon the brink, help less and alone. Jane sprang to her sister': arms, and begau to plead in a voice of al most insane agony. '• Oh, Mary, let us go back and try tC find him," she said; " we may as well al die together—for they will murder us." Tahmeroo parted them abiuptly, am forced her child into Mary's arms; thei springing into the irater, she waded to i log whioh lay bedded among the rushes aud rolled it out into the current. She hat scarcely done so, when a party of Indian: came in sight, and, with a fierce whoop rushed toward the sistera. Tahmeroc sprang back upon the bank, and, snatch ing lier child, pointed to the log. " Sec, it floats! Fling yourself upon i will keep them away !" ppff thicket. They laid bar in the cold, dan .) earth with unuttered prayers and awful •everence. The sods with which thi; whole coil of ropes had nearly broke from her hand, but Tahmeroo laid her child at the stranger's feet and came lo her mother's assistance. PRIHTBD AND PUBLISHED WEEKLY ST tot fl». Kiehurt * II. 8. Phillips, leaped the grave were green, and the night lew was still upon them. When all  eft the £rnve, Grenville Murray tore a uit of wild-flowers from the newly-pilei lods, and thrusting it in his bosom; walkcl nastily to the spot where his son was lyin,.', gave one fixed look on his deathlv faCe.anl then bent down and placed his hand over his heart." a5Tv. D MARY DERWENT. bfflct West side oj Main Street, second Story of Ike " Long Store " of Wisner if• Wood. A TALE OF THE EARLY SETTLERS. " It was bravely thought of I" exclaimed the officer, when he saw what they were doing ; " they must search for other boats, and this will give us lime. Ila ! they have begun their work. See !" Th. "Oiictti" is published every Friday, at Two Dollars per annum. Two Dollar* and Fifty | Cents will lie charged if not paid within the year. No paper will be dixontinucd until all arrearages •re pslt. Advertisements are inserted conspicuously at One Dollar per square of fourteen lines for , thre* insertions; amd Twenty-five Cents ad* ditional for every subsequent insertion. A liberal deduction to thos® who advertise for six months or the whole year. Job Work.—We have connected with our establishment a well selected assortment of Jos Type, ' which will enable us to execute, in the neatest Style, every variety of printing. Being practical printers ourselves, we can afford to do work on as reasonable terms as any other office in the county. All letters and communications addressed totne : Gazette must be post paid, and endorsed by a . responsible name, to receive attention.  BY MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS. [concluded. While the stronger slood confounded at what he had beard, ihe party verged offin. lo another path, which led more circuitous, ly to the loot of the precipice. The elder Butler was not a man to act rashly under any circumstances. He remained behind the pine, astonished and pained it is true, but nevertheless deliberating calmly on the course which he ought to adopt, 'till the party had wholly disappeared. Then he retrod the foot path with (he resolution of going boldly among the Indians, of confronting his son, and of exerting his influence, as an officer and an allv with the chief, to prevent the bloodshed' which he had so much cause to apprehend. But when he reached the place where he had landed, no vestige of the parly remained. He looked around, to ihe right and to the left, with feeling of almost superstitious astonishment ; so large a party could not have passed through tho tangled forest without betraying its course by the sound; j he knew of no path, save ihe one laid down in the rude chart which had been furnished him, and thesudden disappearance of so large a body of men seemed si most superhuman. The lights twinkled cheer, fblly on Monockonok Island, and the hum of merry voices came faintly over the waters. The elder Butler was a brave and astern mm; but there was soinithing that made his heart recoil with horror in the thought that massacre and murder were about to be perpetrated on that beautiful and quiet island, and that he had no power to stay the bloodshed. While his eyes were fixed on the little cove where Mary Derwent always moored her canoe, the molion of some object moving within the shaJow of the isloud, drew his attention, and a moment had scarcely elapsed, when two boats shot out from the cove, towing iu their wake a shoal of the light canocs which had conveyed the weddingers to the Man 1. They sterred toward ihe opposite side of ihe precipice, and our traveller hastened up the pith ami down ill rough the brush wood to the point Iticy were making for, in hopes of intercepting the rowtrs; but much time was lost in the rugged descent, and mlien he hud reached the spot where he had seen tliem land, the boats were indeed there, but Ihe forest around wos still as dtailt-—no human being was in sight. It was ol but little use, tliat he now had command of a boat, and could give the alarm to the happy beings revelling within earshot. They were probably unarmed, and without means of defence, if apprised of iheir danger, yet he cut one of ihe cables loose from the ropes in which ihe canoes were knotted, and bound together, around a young tree, and was about lo spring into a c.inoe and make for the island, u lieu he was startled by footsteps and the quick heavy breathing of persons in his close neighborhood. lie peered among the thick irees and the rocks that towered around him, but could discern-no one, though ihe sound of murmuring voices came distinctly to his ear. "Thank God!' said a clear, female voice, in accents of deep feeling " thank God the torrid w ork was not commenced here ; let us hasten to the fort I" As he Bpoko, a volume of dusky light surged heavily up from the river's bank far below them, and then a spire of flame shot fiercely upward, quivering and flashing and flinging oil stroke and embers, 'till the forest trees and the still waters gleamed red and duskily for miles about ihe burning fort. The poetry of Caihariue Montour's nature was aroused by the fierce solemnity of the sccne. "He ia not dead, my poor girl," he said, looking kindly on Tahmeroo and her child. "There is a small tavern beldW, wb will lake him there ahd he may rccover.* Tahmeroo looked up with a bewildered expression, then her lipa parted, and shCD snatchcd the babe to her bosom, and covered it with tears and passionate caresses - - Murray lifted his con from the ground, ar.4 bore him to a boat. Tahmeroo follower), and her right to do so was unquestioned, Tor much had been told Murray by the dj ing lipa of Catharine Montour. "Wo left no canoes behind," said Catharine Montour, turning wildly to her companion. " That ory» In in !" she ad. ded more vehemently «9 she sprang back to the canoe. " They are upon the water let them firs upon us if they will. Give me an oar, I can use one hand—Father of heaven ! did you hear that shout ? Murray saw that there was no time to be lost, for at that moment he remember, ed that two boats had toured canoes from the island before Catharine came up; he sprang to her side and steered arotind the island as rapidly as her impatient spirit could demand, though his superior cool.- new kept them from danger which site would have braved. By rowing close within the shadow of the island, ha escaped observation from the Indians ; and those two persons who had been a destiny each to the other, sat alone, side by side, without speaking a word and scarcely a thought of themaelves. The lives of more than, fifty persons lsy in iheir power and they felt it ; but a deeper thought was in the bosom of both. Catharine thought of the daughter whose fate she had helped to seal. Murray thought of ihe son who had become an alien from his house, and whom he was about, to save from the sin of treachery and murder ; neither was he yet aware that his son was the husband of ber daughter. " See !" she cried, starting to h.v feet in the canoe, and pointing down tho river, where the fire reflected itself like a vast bannor of scarlet, lorn and mangled and welteiing in the waters. " See ! the very river seems a flame—the woods and the mountains, all are kindling with light.— Con a day of judgment be more terrible than thai V We havo two pictures to lay before tlio reader, and then our long, and toe fear, tedious story, has an end; both existed ten years after the massacre on MonookOnok Island. The one was an ancient stoi church, covered with ivy, and located in a small green valley in our fatherland; a gorgeous coffin bad just been placed in itvault, and two persons, a gentleman of thirty.two or three, but appearing touch older, and a lady «f most surpassing beauty, both in deep mourning,' lingered near the church after the long train of Villagers had dispersed. "Why should yotl repffiaoh yourself so bitterly, Walter?" said the lady; sooth* ingly. "Have you not been a most dutiful son during the lsst ten years Ot his lifts —have you not deeply repented of the sins of other years V' Walter Butler, or Wallet Murray, as he was then known, laid his hand on hilt wife's, and looked sorrowfully and tenderly in her face. " Tahmeroo," he said } " I have striven, God is my judge, hoW sincerely—to atone to you and to my father, who lies dead in yonder vault, for th« sins of my youth ; but you do not knoto the pang it brings, to feel that one you have pained is boy on d the reach of your repentance, the heart grows faint with a wish to humble itself once again to the dead." Business Cards, etc DR. J. B. CRAWFORD Respectfully tenders taii profeaslonal ««rvice» to the peo pl» of VVjom'uiK and vicinity. p (Jffloc In Temperance House, \V Joralng Fa. AnfMt 1, IKH'ly — She stood upright as the spoke, grasping the cables with one hand, and with the other pointing down the stream. Her crimson robe floated out on the wind, and the jewelled serpent about her brow gleamed like a living thing in the red light which lay full Upon her. As she spoke, her extended arm was grasped 'till the gem. mcd bracelet sunk into the flesh, and a face pale and convtflsed was bent to hers. EVERTS A OURTIBS, WHOLESALE DEALERS IN FISH, FRUIT, OILS 8 PROVISIONS, and Product and Commission Merchants, No. 248, Fulton Street, near Washington Market, New  C3 E. would call the attention of merchant* of Northern Pennsylvania to their extcnaive a'ock of Fiah, Fruit, Oil* and Proviaiona, which they will fell upon aa favorable terrna aa any houae in Ntw York city. " Woman—Catharine—Lady Gordon ! speak tome." The words died on the officer's lips, and he remained with his grasp Mill fixed on her arm, and his eyes bent on her face, but speechless as marble. She did not wait to see her directions obeyed, but walked firmly toward the savages. In the darkness, they supposed it to be only the chiefs daughter whom they had seen, and as soon as she was known, they darted off in search of other prey. Again, two men approached, fighting with desper. ate fury. AsTahraeroo looked, one fell to the ground, and his vanquisher rushed by her toward the shore. She recognized him. A beautiful and thrilling expression of joy shot over Catharine Montour's face ; her heart leaped to the sound of her own name, and she started as if to fling herself upon his bosom.. The impulse was b»y momentary ; her hand did not even losd its hold on the cables, and while his eyes were yet fixed on her lace, it became calin and tranouil as a child's. She released her arm gently from his grasp and sat down. UML. P. K*C»T«, I CIIAS. O. CURT1M. ) March 28,1851-ly. QEO. W. BRAINERD A Oo. 103 Murray, near West Street, New York- OEO. W. DAVID StLDEN. [Aug. 2, 1850.-ly*. The liuah of expectation holding back the pulsations of so many brave hearts, caused the timid bride, paralizcd as Bhe was with foar, to raise her face. Iler eyes fell on the window—a scream broke from her pale lips, and she grasped her sister's shoulder convulsively, while she pointed with hei right-hand to a young Indian woman who stood looking upon them, with an infant clasped to her bosom, and one hand resting on the window-sill.— When she saw herself observed, Tahmeroo beckoned with her finger; but Jane only shrieked the more wildly, and again buried her face in the bed clothes. Mary arose from her knees and walked firmly to tho window, for she recognized Tahmeroo. A few eager whispers passed between them, and then Mary went into the next room. There was a stir—sobs and cries of eager joy—and then that group of terrified women rushed into the bed-room.— Tahmeroo had torn away the sash and had leaped in, and now with her infant hold to her bosom with one arm, was forcing the bewildered bride through the opening with the other. When her charge wa» on the outer side, the young Indian cleared the window with tJie bound of an antelope, and dragged her on. " Let the fair gi;l keep a good heart, her husband shall follow," whispered the Indian, urging her companion to swifter speed ; " if we have a few moments more all will be saved." Tho words were scarcely uttered,  a sharp, blood-thirsty yell broke up from the cove : there was a rush of feet, follow, cd by another and another cry—the warwhoop of the Mohawks. " The boats are waiting—be quick !— More can be done yet," cried Catharine Montour, as she rushed up from the river toward the house. " He is there and a pale faced girl, with a hunch-back, depend on her P While the events which we have described transpired, Mary Derwentand hei sister, Jane, were together in the little bed room which they had occupied since their childhood. The room was neatly arranged. Mother Derwent's blue worsted quilt, with the corners neatly tucked in at the fool posts, covered the high bed, and the white linen pillows lay liko snow.heaps upon it. The old lady's bent patch-work cushion was placed in the arm chuir which stood in a corner, and a garland of Prince's pine hung arouud the little looking glass, before which Jane Derwent stood with a blush on her cheek and a smile in her eye, arranging the folds of her white muslin bridal dress over a form of most beautiful symmetry. "Mary shall I tie thisoo the side or behind ? " inquired the blooming girl, holding up a rash of the most delicated blossom color. Miry lifted her face from the wreath of wild roses which she was forming for her sister's hair, and smiled as she answered ; but it was a smile of soft and gentle sad net's ; it was patient, and sweet as the ijreath of a flower. " LeF me lie it for you," she said laying the dewy wreath on the pillow, and removing a handful of roses from her lap to a basket which stood on the riffle window scat. " There, now sit down while I twist tho wreath among your curls. Jane crouched most garcefuly at her sister's feet, while she performed her task. VVhen she felt that the last dewy blossom was entwined around on her temple, the bride raised her beautiful face to Iter sister's with an expression of touching love. Oh, Mary, should I have been so happy as 1 am now if it had not been for you 1 How glad I am that you persuaded me '.o tell ICdward about that bad man. "The white girl and her sister are safe," she said ; " see ber dress on the water— follow, the Indians have left canoes in the little cove J" FAIRBANITS PREMIUM BO ALES, L. W. CRAWFORD, AOENT, PitUton Hardware Store, " Grenville Murray,"-Dhe said in a clear, steady voice ; " for more than twenty years we liRve been dead to cach other, we nre so now. ' Let us not waste lime here—there are human lives at stake." "God bless you!" exclaimed Edward Clark, as he turned and dashed through the thickets across the island. Tahmeroo walked forward, and bent over the man whom she had seen fall. It was her husband.N. n.—Sold at manufacturer* price* and war ranted to be correct. *(Aug. 2, 1H50.—tr. ©©©"JS 8J® at wholesale. TROTHINQHAM, NEWELL A CO The words were yet on her lips when a bullet whistled from thn sliore, _and cut away lho rubyc-rest of the serpent which luy upon her temple. She fell forward at Murray's feet, stunned, but not otherwise injured. A moment and she lifted her head. " is indeed dreadful," said Tahmeroo, thoughtfully ; " but aee our boy is coming !'* * A beautiful lad, also in mourning, cam« toward them with a letter in hia hand.— Walter Murray took it and broke the seal. " It is from Mr. Varnham—he wishes us to reside constantly at the parsonage," said he, thoughtfully, re-folding the letter. " And you will go now," said his wife, anxiously. "The good old gentleman is so lonely—do let us go t" '•Yes, we will go," replied Walter; and taking his son's hand; they left the church-yard. Our other picturo was a low red farmhouse, in the valley tff Wyoming ; fieMs of corn and grain,- and a few acres of green wood-land surrounded it. Well-filled barns, lofty hay-siafeks, and sleek eattlev gave an air of comfort, if not of wealth, to the whole. Glimpse* of the Susquehanna could be seen from the front door—and Wilkesbarre, with its single spire and cluster of houses, broke up from the foot of a green mountain in the distance. It was a summer's day; the door which led from the kitchen into the garden, was open.— Two fine lDoys, who had been sent to weed the vegetables, were racing through a patch of cabbages, and pelting each otner with green apples and handsful of chickweed. A handsome, cheerful woman, was working over butter in the porch ; and just within the door, sat a stout, healthy man, fitting a hoe handle. (I.ate \V. M. Newell A Co.) nAVEtajten the Ca|DnC-ioUB Store No. 57 Broodvat/, w tic re. they will keep an extensive sloe* of HOOTS and SHOES of the best style and quality, which thev offer on favorable terms. Merchants of the Wyoming Volley are particularly invited to call and examine our sloe*. New York, January 1,1851.—tf.  " 1 saved his wife," she murmured, as she lifted the senseless man's head to her bosom ; "and now my boy has no father The morning broke, with a quiet, holy light, through the thicket of ciab-apple, and wild-cherry trees, which overlaced the spring in the centre of the island; and there upon the blooming turf beneath, lay the form of Catharine Montour. Her eyes were closed, and the blaok shadow of death lay about them. The feathers which composed her coronet, were crushed in a gorgeous mass beneath her pale temple, and her forehead was contracted with a slight frown, as if the serpent coil*d around it, were girding her brow too tightly. Ever and anon her pale hands clutched themselves deep into the moss, and her limbs writhed in the agony ot h«r death-struggle. The pale, haggard face of Grenville Murray bent over her, as it had done the whole night; and Varnham, the Moravian Missionary, sat a little way ofT. There was a solemn and awful sorrow in his silence ; yet something of cold sternness was there. He could not look on that pale, haughty man bending over his wife—coming between him and her death-bed, as it were, without some thought of the evil that had been done him. •' The cables—1 have lost my hold.— Where are ihe cables?" sho muttered, drawing her hand over hur eyes, and striving to sit upright. eagle hotel. GEORGE LAZARUS, '' They are safe, molhcr," said Tahmeroo; "I caught them as they fell from your hand." " Bless you, my brave girl ! Grenville Murray, why are we here? There is depth all around us ! Oil, on !" P1TTST0N, PA. Auj{. 2, 1 Kit). O R. GORMAN, M. V. Restjcctfully tenders bis Professional services to the citizens of Pittston and vicinity. ( $ce nearly opiDosile the Pott Office, Pillston Aug. 2, 1850. . \J_ Murriy, or, to use his American title, Colonel'Butler, had regained his self-command ; he took up the oar which tic had dropped on recognizing his companions, and urged the canoe forward with a steadiness that belied his pale fuce and trembling hands. Bullet after bullet cut alone their track before they reached the inland; but the burning fort gave less efliglit, and the aim of their pursuers beeame uncertain. They rcached the little cove and sprung on shore. But they had scarcely touched the green sward, when the flames again arose from the burning pile in a bright, lurid column ol fire, revealing the opposite shore and the forest far beyond, as if a volcano had burst among the moun- O. F. BOWMAN, ATTORKEY AT LAW. m d Real Estate Agent. Office on Main Street, i polite the Foundry, PitUton, Pa. Aug. 3, 1850.—ly. J. BOWKLEY A BEYEA, Coal Merchants, Oftcl Corner of M»in and Hail Jioad Slrtets, Pittiton, Luzerne County, P« Aajjuat tC, 1850.—tf. " No, mother, no," replied a voice of sweeter melody, '• if thcrC* U wrong intended there, it will be done ou tliftt island.— If my husband has a. part in this, the fair girl whom 1 have seen gliding among the troCs yonder, day after day, waiting his coming when 1 too have been wailing as anxiously as she, that gii) is the causc ; she must havrt angered him in some way. Do yousee the lights yonder, and hear the music f That beautiful gir! is to be married to-night, mother. Can you think why Butlor should seek vengeance on her ?— Oh, you do not know all ! You have not heard him whisper her name in his sleep, sometimes mingling it with endearments and again with curses. You have not felt his heart beating beneath your arm, and known that it was for another ;*but why do we stand here ? 1 do not wish her deJth. Let us go and give them warning ; is there no boat—nothing that will take us over?" INDEMNITY. The FranR.liu Fire Insurance Co I'XIILADELI'IflA. OJJicc No. 163 Chesnut street, near Fifth st On the swell of the ban':, a short distance from the spring, crouched another miserable group. Tahmeroo sat upon the ground with the pallid head of her husband resting on her lap; and her infant lay partly upon the grass, with its beautiful face nestled close to the pale cheek of the father. It was a touching contrast—the soft, rosy bloom and curly nair of the child, with the pallid head, and the face of touching misery that drooped over it. The expression of pain gradually cleared trom Catharine Montour's face, and at Inst her eyes unclosed and turned upon Murray, (le grasped her oold hand and bent his face till it almost touched her forehead.tains. Directors Mother look yonder said Tahmeror*, in a voice of terror, which arose little above a husky whisper and she pointed to tho opposite precipice, which from its projection lay iu the full glare of the burning fort. A swarm of red warriors were eathored upon ihe frowning peaks and lay thcre couching along the brink of the water, like a nest of demons, basking in the fire-light; and there on the very shelf where Talimcroo had so often waiicd for her husband, she suw him standing with his arms in his hands, stamping with rage at the delay ocasioned by the canoes which she had helped to secure. " We have landed on the wrong side of the island said Catharine Montour after a hasty glance on the precipice. " Tahmeroo, remain with thia gentleman and warn the people at the house, while 1 take the boats to the opposite side—there will be do escape within the range of their rifles. Mary did not answer in words, but her eyes filled with pleasant tears ; she bent down and laid her cheek against that of the bride, and they clung together in au embracc full of love and sisterly affection; then the door opened, and Edward Clark led his betrothed to the outer room. Mary followed, and sadly, but with a sweet tranquility in her heart, site saw her sister married to ihe man whom alone she had ever loved. '• Father ! father ! cried the boy«, racing in from the garden ; "we've weeded the beet-beds—now wont you tell us about the Ingen fight V* "Go to your aunt Mary," replied Edward Clark, screwing the habdle into the eye of his hoe ; " she can tell it a great deal better than I can." Charles N. Bancker, I George W, Richards, Thonms Hart, J NorilecaiJ).JifWUj Oh, it was a horrid fight—that which raged around Mother Derwent's dwelling the next moment. A swarm of fiends seemed to have encompassed it, with shouts and yellt and fierce bio Dd.thirsty howling- The wbiz of arrows—the crash of descending tomahawks, and the shtfrp rifle-shot, mingled horrible with the groans, the cries and oaths of the murderers and the murdered. The floor of that log house was Leaped with the dying and the dead ; yet the fight raged on with a fiercer and more blood-thirsty viplence, 'till the savages prowled among the slain tike a host of incarnate fiends, slaking their vengeance on the wounded and the dead for want of other vlotims. Through all this carnage, the Moravian Missionary passed unscathed. Many a fiery eye glared upon him ; many a hatchet flashed over his head ; but none descended. The Indians reverenced him, for he had been trusted by their queen and their chief. Another tall and lordly man there was, who rushed to the midst of the savages, and strove in vain to put an end to the massacre. They turned in fury upon him, though he wore the uniform of the British, their friends. He snatched arms from a dead Mohawk, and defended himself bravely against fearful odds. Savage after savage rushed upon him, and he was nearly borne to the ground when Catharine Montour sprung in the midst with the bound ofa wounded lioness, and flinging her arms about him shouted— " Back, fiends! back, I say ! He is our brother!" The arm of the Mohawk chief was lifted, and his knife fell; for he knew the face ofthe stranger. » Catharine Montour's arms tightened spasmodically around the form of the officer, and her head fell upon his bosom. The chief snatched his knife from her side, and again dealt a furious blow; but it met no opposition—Murray had oleared the door with one leap, and, as the dwelling burst into flames behind liim, he rushed toward the spring with his bleeding burthen, nor slaoked his speed 'till her arms relaxed theij clasp, and her faoe fell Toliius Wagner, Maiuuel (-Irani. Jacob R Smith, I Adulphe E. Robic, 1 David S. Brown, I Morris l'utter«on. 1 Continue to make insurance, perpetual an«l limited, on tvery description of property in town and country, at rates as low as are consistent with se- curity. The Company have reserved a large Contingent Fund which with their Capital and Premiums safely invested, affords ample protection of the in*ur*d." Aunt Mary, will you pleaded the elder boy, going up to a fair, blue-eyed woman, with a hunch-back, who sat nursing a sickly infant by the window, and placing his arm coaxingly about her ooek. " Not now, dear," said Mary Derweut, kissing the bold, open brow of tha supplicant ; "see, poor little sister is almost asleep. Run back to Vour work, and when she is in the ttradle I will come and help yota." The Moravian Missionary had finished his benediction, and the crowd of guests which filled the room and stood out upon the green-sward, were struggling forward with merry words and happy faces, each eager to get a first kiss from the bride, when a strange light broke upon them from the door and the open windows. The maple trees and the grassy slope which fell to the river, was illuminated with a yellowish and dusky gleam, and the waters beyond were tinged as with a gorgeous sunset. Ed. ward Clark started from the side of his newly made wife, and dsahed through the crowd out u|Don the grass-plot. He returned iiD a moment with a face as pale as death, and rushing into the door-way, he flung his hand aloft and shouted : "Neighbors, to your boats! the fort is on fire?®*" ww Tfce asacta of the Company on January 1,1848, and pvbHsbed agreeably to an Act of Aitembly, were aa followa, viz MoftfMM, Real Estate, - Temporary Loan, Btocka. Cash, Cf*-, *965,0j8 C2 90,077 78 03,890 77 50,899 00 - 50,038 91 "Lady Gordon, speak to me! In the name of God, 1 pray you sneak, before it is too late. Say that I am forgiven !" There was a depth of agony in the wretched man's voice that might have won forgiveness from the dead. Catharine Montour strove to speak, her li|)s moved, and her eyes filled with a solemn, earnest expression. Murray fell back and groaned aloud ; he knew that she would go into eternity and leave a doubt upon hts soul'. "Catharine," said a low, broken Voice, and a face full of the most touching anguish, bent over the dying woman. "Catharine, look upon me once more—and, oh, give me some sign that you die in hopethat you trust in our blessed Lord, the Saviour.""Alas, no; I did not suppose they would attack the island 'till now; what can we do?" Since their incorporation, a period of 30 year*, they have paid upwards of one million five hundred itAouHmd dollars lo.t by fire, thereby affording evi-4eaoe «fthe advantage of insurance lil well as the «b!K|r and disposition to meet with promptness, all liabilities. CHAS. N. BANCKER, Pres't. j C. C, Bancju*. Secy. , Persons deslrou* of insuring their property in tuierne eowity or to neighborhood, will receive •tteation op application to V. L, MAXWELL, Agent, Wilkssbarre, Pa. AUo.oa Mr. Ckorge Daman, Fittston, who will receive application*. [March28, 1851 tC 91,209,603 99 " Take the babe, mother, and help me to pull of my robe ; I cun swim." " But will yqu tell about the massacre t' " Ves, live." " Father of Heaven I no; the distance is beyond your strength—(he vvatei is very deep," exclaimed the first voice in alarm. " Mother, he shall not kill that beautiful girl on her wedding-night. f am very strong. I can swim to that inland. See, now the lights stream upon the water; it does not look so dangerous. Let me try!" " About tljq fyohawk and the white queen—and how you and mother sailed down the river on. a log 'till father came and look you off—will you tell us the whole story from beginning to end V1 "Ye8, yes—now run to your work." " Catharine this must not be' said Murray, evidently forgetting their relative positions in the deep interest of the moment. " How ore you to escape the rifle balls which that fiendish host will level at you 1 i will take the boats round while you and this young woman put the people up yonder on their defence. The fetoilinr name which Colonel Butler had unconciously used melted like dew ever the heart of the woman he addreaaed ; but she struggled against the feelings which almost made o child of her even in that hour of danger. Th* thoughts of other years were swelling in Iwr bosom, but there was calmness and decision in her voice as she answered him. - J " The danger would be alike to either, she said,—" nor could one person row the canoe and secure the others at the same time. 1 will go with you. My child, has. ten to the house and warn them of their dnnger—tkeep within the bushes as you pass; send them down to the shore in small numbers; and, mark me, avoid bustle or appearance of alarm. Come yourself with the boy, with the first party—do you un. deretand—and tl*ave you courage [p go oloocj,'-' "Is there no other way V exclaimed the answering voice. " I cannot consent to this risk of death •" , A machine for the manufacture of Instantly there wm a rush for the cove where the canoes had been moored. Not one was there; but in the centre of the stream lay a boat in which were two per sons. One stood up, and »the fire-light her dress was discernible. biioks is shortly to be put into operation in Louisville. It is stated that the machine, when constructed, will manufacture ready for use in the rfiort spaoe of 36 hours, and At 8 cost ef at least fifty per cent, less thatt the usual mode of manufac* turing them. As the last septence was pronounced, the stranger stepped out from behind a rock against which he had been leaning. " he said, moving forward, for he too stood in the shadow ; " 1 know what you apprehend. There is harm intended the people on that island. Step into this eanoe, 1 pray you, and show me tho near, est way to the house—we may yet be in time. Hark !" Port Blanchard Hotel The hand whioh Varnham held was growing cold ; but it moved with a faint olaap, and the eyes whioh had opened again to Murray's groan of agony, turned with a confident and gentle expression upon the Missionary'a. - A soft and almost holy smile, like that which slumbers about the aweet lips of an infant, tell upon the dying woman's face, and a pleasant murmur dwelt upon her lipa when she died. I thank thee!" burst from the Missionary; hia face fell forward upon the bosom of the oorpse, and he wept aloud as one who had found the great wish of a life-time. Q/MUEL HODGDON would respectfully rc- O turn* his thanks td the public Cbr the patronage heretofore bestowed upon hia establishment, and hopes by strict attention to the accommodation of ail, to merit a continuance of the same. His Bar will always be famished with the choicest Liquors, and his Table abundantly supplied with all the luxuries of the season. The best of care will be given to horses, and every accommodation afforded which can contribute to the comfort •f travellers. "It is the Mohawk white queen—the savages are upon us," muttered a score of stelrn Voices, A rifle shot came sharply from the precipice as they spoke. 0£r The Lycotning Gazette says a gentleman came into that office a few days ago, who, after Aubscribing for the paper, told the editor that he haa lost three thousand dollars by not being a subscriber the year before. He has a lesson tfcat will ast him. M Neighbors," oried the clear, bold voice of Edward Clark, as the bullet hissed aleng the waters; "Neighbors, our boats are stolen. Yonder precipice is alive with Mohawk Indians. We an without arms, but let us proteot our women with the strength which God has given us —with our dead bodies if it must be I" A loud, deep howl, likA the braying Of a pack of hounds, sounded afar otTin the forest from the direction of tiie fort. The traveller tore the canoe from its fastening, and sprang in, followed by Catharine Montour and her daughter; as she leaped for. ward, the hcroic woman grasped the cables of (he remaining boats and canoes and kept her hold resolutely, though utmost dragged into the water as they veered and Port Blanchard, Jan. 17, 1851—ly. H.tf21A53 if®®®. Fashionable Barber and Hair Dresser, In the Room adjoining Cohen's Clothing Store, and opposite the Eagle Hotel, Pittston, Pa. WOULD respectfully announce to hi* old friends and customers thai he will be happy to wait upon them at all times, I'itmon, Ocl. 21, 1B5I. Every Iteart has a secret drawer, the spring of which is only known to i's owner.After a time boats came from the village, where two or three Tory families had escaped the massacre. They dug Catharine Montour's grave within the shadow of the As the body of men returned tp.the house, each provided himself wlthaclub from the thickets, and thus feebly artne'l, The real lineage and succession of wit is plainly foimdM in nature.