Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 May 1882 — Page 7

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MAD EZEKIEL

—OR—

Mystery of the Backwoods.

SASDY V. ORiSWOLD.

CHAPTER XIX. THE BURNING FORT.

The old deer-stalker had good cause for his shrill ejaculation, for just at that minute he saw a fiery tongue of flame shoot up toward the roof, while at the same time a great cloud (of black smoke rolled threateningly against the -western walls of the fort, and, iO suffocating volumes, poured in at the loo-holes.

The terrible truth flashed like an electric shock through the minds of all and each fully realized the enveloping doom

The whole western wall was shortly one um of flame, and the heavy logs began to smoke upon the inside "If we are to die, let's die like true men o' the times, and not like a flock of frightened sheep," fiercely cried the sturdy old deer-stalker, a strange light burning in his eyes. "See! the bloody knaves are dancing out thar on the open clearing in full view. Come hyar, chief, and vou, Flinn, and we'll give the dogs one last dose

The four men, reckless of their lives in a mad desire to inflict injury upon their barbarous oxecutioners, crawled alose up to the smoking logs, and thrusting their pieces through flame and va nor, timl upon the screaming, leaping uonle.

Shrieks of savage surprise and bodily anguish, announced the success of this discharge.

Jn another instant not one of the valiant warriors was to be seen. A few minutes more and the roof was enveloped in flames.

The Indians again took courage, and coming forth shouted, leaped and screamed in their savage jjlee, the des tiny of the smoke rendering their dark forms indistinct and their movements doubtful.

Another short interval, and the logs, living, glowing masses of tire, began to crumble ami fall in

The Mingos shrieked in tierce exultation, while the fugitives, trembling in their utter hoj»eler.siioss, crowded back Into the farthest corner to escape tl blistering heat and tho savages' missiles

Suddenly, through an opening in tho logs rushed a swift current of air, which while it temporarily relieved our friends from the suffocating fumes that ennhrowded them, fanned tho lire into fiercer progress.

The llames played along the log floor, and hoon Iwgan to lick tho half-naked and rigid form of the lifeless Methotug flashed from point 10 point until shortly one whole end of the fort, inside and out, was wrapped in seething fire.

The demoniacal rejoicing of tho heathen which now burst fourth anew npon the air told of tho fiendish delight with which they looked upon tlw? certainty of their triumph. ("lower and closer crowded our unhappy friends into the narrow space that would yci afford them a few minutes of safety, their eyes bloodshot and dilated with horror, their lips silent, and their limits rembiing.

Nearer and nearer came the rapacious, red-tonguod flumes, until the borderers stood as if paraly7.od.

Just then came a quavering cry that resembled tho scream of the wildcat and the eldritch laugh of a maniac.

The Indians wore filled with consternation and wheeled in their tracks toward lie spot whence came the ghostly sound just as a half-score of rifles lit up theglonmv recesses of the woods with a glancing sheet of lurid flame, and as many leaden projectiles, amidthe thunderous explosion, tore murderously through their ranks.

Then followed a burst of yells, prolonged and ringing, and as half a dozen or more of tho Mingos fell dead in one ghastly heap, and the rest scattered to the four winds, ten dark forms, led by a wild, uncouth figure, with long, white hair si reaming hideously in the wind, came sweeping across the clearing like an avalanche. "We are saved!" ejaculated tho old deer-stalker, in a delirium of joy, as he rec^ui/ed friends in the wild tumult of voiivs ithout. "^aved:" echoed Finn.

The shrill war-cry of the Swallow, Wing pierced the very skies. Ucssie shrieked and fainted, and would ive plunged headlong into the dames had not McKarley snatched her up in his strong arms. "This way, men, quick, for heaven's sake '."shouted the old deer-stalker, in a frensy of excitement, as ho leajMx! through the llamas and smokeand threw oinm the heavy door. Hugh McKarley was the first to follow, and with his precious burden hugged tightlv to his heart, he reached the.platform in safety.

Big Zack Finn and Swallow Wing aKo gained the platform almost simultaneously, the long hair and osprey feathers of the rod spy being considerably singed as he shot through the fiery ban it-ad1'.

No sooner wore thev all safe than the hla/.ing roof of the old fort fell in with a era^ti

It now iteeatne unbearably hot upon the |'la rm. and the thankful fugitives hurriedly vacated it, rushing toward the clearing! where they wen* met by the heart congratulations of John Anbott and Jai'.e Smith.

The her borderers were busily engaged c.djiing the dead, or pursuing tne retreating enemy, for at the first fire llie unhurt, which, iucluded Ralph IHirfee, therenewade, tied incontinently for their live*, screaming in that intense terror that springs from thoughts of the supernatural, the dreaded name:

Boowaunipset!" As the wild sounds of the pursued and pursuergrew fainter and faiater in the distant woods, we will turn our attention to thrwe in whom we have a more immediate inlorwt.

The old fort burned rapidly to a great bed of glowing coals, and not long after it had (alien, the soft gray light of earlv morning began diffusing itaelf through the foggy woods.

Upon the rough borderers, however, its inspiring influence was lo*i tbev were tvo much accustomed to witness the lovelineswof morolng-Ude to give It a minute's thought. "H»w'nthe livm* croashun did you happon hvar-awavs.

"Boowaunipset!" interjected Swallow Wing. Yas, Mad Bzekiel—thar he is this minit!" and John Abbott pointed toward the woods.

There just within the shadow of the trees, leaning wearily upon his long musket, stood the strange, incomprehensible being of whom they spoke, gazing mournfully at the little fearstricken group upon the clearing.

Seeing that they had discovered him, he raised his long bony arm and beckoned them to approach.

Fearing to refuse, our friends were soon upon the spot, Swallow Wing holding himself well in the rear, as if afraid of approaching too near the mystic being, but, keeping his distended eyes constantly upon the old man's .hairy face, dared not retreat.

The others went closer up, and in wonder beheld the form of a huge savage, whose streaked hair and wrinkled face told that he had long outlived the average allotment of man, who lay, gasping and blood-bedabbled, a few paces from Mad Ezekiel. "See!" and the maniac pointed his finger at the prostrate heathen, "there lies C'hickanickahoot, the oldest warrior in the Mingo nation, whose soul is stained so deep with the blood of theJnnocent that angel's tears cannot wasli it clean but he has seen the flash of Boowaunipset's steel, and he will send forth no more bis tiger's scream, tread no more the red war-path!"

As the crazy avenger said this the old Mingo, who had been wounded in the lungs, and whose life was rapidly ebbing raised himself on his elDow, and in a hollow voiee exclaimed: "Will Boowaunipset come close? C'hickanickahoot would unburden his soul. Let Swallow Wing and his white friends listen, too, and hear the Mingo's tale "The gray old wolf of the Muskingum must speak very hurriedly, for his knife-blade did well its work, and Boowaunipset will soon cross the dark river."

As Mad Ezekiel made this significant declaration, our friends turned their eyes upon him, and discovered, for the first time, that he, too, was wounded, and his wild garb was saturated with his warm life-blood!

Swallow Wing, as ho beheld this evidence of the disaster that had befallen his mystic preserver, took a step toward him, eager to help him, but the crazywanderer motioned him back, and turning to C'hickanickahoot, he cried, in a loud voice: "Speak! though gray-headed slayer sfteas! ero it is too late!" "The (Jreat Manitou spare me a little longer, and tho secret of Boowaunipset's life shall be revealed."

Wilt thou go on?" and the maniac's form trembled. Listen! Years ago Cliickanickahoot led a war-party of chosen braves against tho settlers of tho Susquehanna. They visited the cabin of a young white hunter named Ezekiel Slover, one dark, stormy night. Slover bad been a great friend of the red man, and had married a Leni Iionapo squaw, who bore him one son, with the dark eyes of his mother and the sturdy form of his father but this did not spare them, and when the white hunter, who was off after deer in the mountains, returned to his cabin, he found it in ashes, and his squaw and pappoose gone. The sight drove him mad, and he went shrieking away into the wilderness, and from that day to this the rod man has known him as Boowaunipset, the spirit of evil."

Here the voice of the old warrior grew husky and ohoked. and the crimson bloo'd gushed from his mouth and nostrils.

Chickanickahoot! C'hickanickahoot! keep me not in suspense what has become of my wife and child?" frantically cried Mad Ezekiel, the light of reason dawning in his hollow, burning eyes.

Mv sainted Wawatametta and my little I'aul what became of them? Tell me, and I will bless you with my dying breath!"

Wawatametta was tomahawked, and the bov "Oh, heaven! what did you do with him?" "Suppose he cried 011 the way to Wahotomoeo and Cliickanickahoot tomahawked him, too?" the Mingo questioned.

Beware, beware that you confess to such deed! Cliickanickahoot, my child! my child!" cried Mad Ezekiel, imploringly.

Our friends, all through this strange and thrilling sceno, had remained rooted in their tracks, wonder, incredulity and expectancy written upon their countenances.

Swallow Wing alone had drawn nearer, and it was evident that he was terribly excited. His hands clutched convulsively at his draperv, his breath came juick and labored, anJ his staring eyes wen1 never once removed from tho pleading countenance of Mad Ezekiel as he bent over the dying form of the patri-. archal warrior. 'l)o not threaten I am djing, and I

The maniac hunter uttered a glad, joyous cry, and Swallow Wing, springing forward, threw his arms around his neck, for he understood the old Mingo's revelation.

The face of Mad Eatekiel seemed transfigured, and the sunken eyes and withered features shone with a happiness akin to the heavenly—a happiness he bad not felt for long, dreary years, as he

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rossed his long-lost son to his swelling

"At last, after so many years! Oh, heaven, gloried be thy name!" be ejaculated, in the excessive plentitnde ef his contentment. "My father!" was all that escaped the trembling lips of Swallow Wing, though his suffused eyes spoke volumes.

It would be unavailing in me to even attempt to depict the sensation produced among toe borderers by the extraordinary—nay, marvelous—revelation that had just occurred before their eye*. "They started forward with a cheer, and pressed around father and son, as if insane with felicitous excitement but suddenly they hushed their boisterousuess and started back aghast, for, with a low, moan and a copious ejection of

lood from a frightful knife-gash in his el

fellers happen hy*r-*way*. Abbott?" inquired ttw door-stalker, after the con- side. Mad Kxekiel turaed bis eyes up to grttuialions were over. 1 the face of hisson with a look of inaffa"Wsl. Jim. you all owe your lives to I bfe love, and then sank into his arms, a no one else than the impart in critter we »xtrps*»! call Mad K/ekieK llccnroo-—" Almost at the same minute the form "Mad Krekiel!" interrupted Holmes of Cliickanickahoot. the grim old Mingo and Finn, In a breath. 1 cmciuuu, grew stM and rigid in death.

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for

me, Boowaunipset. am the only living

soul possessing the secret you yearn to know. I will'tell you. 1* cannot face the(ireat Spirit with the guilty knowledge locket! in mv bosom. Listea,"and the dying brave lifted his finger to the white, stony face above him. "Boowaunipset has leen a scourge to my people ho has dealt many a blow and sent many a good warrior to the happy hunting grounds: vet Cliickanickahoot will tell him, under the shadow of death, will tell him all. There!" and the fastsinking chieftain stretched his.bracleted arm and pointed tremblingly at thestatnesqued form of Swallow Wing, "there, Ezekiel Slover, stands your son, Wing of the Swallow, the Mingo spy!"

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CHAPTER XX. LAST 8CKNH OF ALL.

The lifeless form of poor old Ezekiel Slover had been gently laid upon the ground, and our friends were still gathered around it in lugubrious and impressive silence, hardly knowing what next to do, when loud, victorious cheers burst upon the still morning air, and in a few minutes more the remainder of John Abbott's party, dragging the pinioned form of Ralph Durfee, the renegade, rudely along with them, appeared upon the spot.

The old deer-stalker took it upon himself to disclose to them the events that had just come to pass.

He informed them of the relationship between the

hunter and the Min­

go spy, told them of the dying confession of the venerable old war trailer, Cbickanickahoot, and the sudden death of Ezekiel Slover.

The sad recital chastened the most rude and brawling of that rough crowd. All desire to indulge their voices in the coarse outbreakings characteristic to the American backwoodsmen, in time of victory, instantly left them.

Each one was disposed to do all he could to assist in the solemn duty that had devolved upon them—the burial of Mad Ezekiel.

Securely binding Durfee to a small tree, preparations for the last sad rites to the remains of the strange old wanderer began at once.

All this time Paul Slover, as we shall from this on know Swallow Wing, stood motionless, like one in a trance, ti li ti

!e, set face, vacant eyes, and deep Ijout the mouth telling of his emo-

sturdy borderers worked vigor­

ous...-, and within half an hour had compWt.»! the grave. Then the old deersi. ,n jr informed young Slover that everything was in readiness to proceed with the burial.

Not a word said Paul he kept his expressionless stare fixed upon the dead body of his father, and never moved as the work went on.

Holmes and Abbott tenderly raised the stiffened corpse and bore it to its last, long home.

In another minute it was lowered into the excavation, and as the morning sun burst in a flood of glory over the lonesome scene, old Mad Ezekiel was forever hidden from the observation of mortal eyes.

Bessie Morgan ollered up a feeling prayer over tno newly-made grave, and the wild and simple rites wore not wholly wanting in other suitable accoinpanimeuts.

The tears of both the afflicted son and sympathetic maiden were freely shed, and Hugh McFarley, the old deerstalker and his rugged men looked do\Vn upon tho little mound that covered all that was mortal of one whose spirit was standing atthe judgment seat of heaven, with glistening eyes and saddened feelings.

The borderers soon drew off in a little knot by themselves, and entered into a discussion as to the most advisable waj'of disposing of tho renegade, Ralph Durfee, leaving Paul Slover still standing by tho grave of his father—the father whose love he had never known since the sweet days of his childhood, when he had played about the cabin door, on the banks of the Susquehanna, and whom he had no sooner found than death removed him forever.

Bessie Morgan remained near the halfbreed mourner, quiet and sorrowful she had no consolation to ofier in words to the untamed spirit by her side, in whose rigid faeo were the evidences of keenest anguish.

Another scene: To givo a parliamentary character to their deliberations, tho backwoodsmen finally agreod to allow Ralph Durfee a trial

his life, and Hugh McFarley

was chosen judge of the impromptu court. A jury was impaneled, and, taking thek seats on an old fallen tree, McFarley ordered that the prisoner bo brought into their presence for examination, and in a fow minutes he appeared upon the clearing where the court had convened, walking between Jim Holmes and Jason Smith. lie came forward with a defiant expression upon his dark face, and in reckless bravauo planted himself before the judge. "Ralph Durfee,"

begun the court,

these "mon have brought you here to meet out to you the justice you deserve, and nothing more. You are accused of a grave crime, one whose punishment is death. Tho men who prefer this dreadful charge are all acquaintances

()f

yours, ami even you must admit that their actions are not instigated by prejudice.

Ralph Durfee you are accused of being a traitor to your people, an Indian rene-

fIolmes'

ade, and an accessory to the murder of scouts in EUerson's swamp what have you "Oh, get out," interrupted the hardened wretch in bitterest scorn, "wind up this farce without any more fooling you will find Ralph Durfee dead game to the last." "A re you guilty, Ralph?" calmly asked tho judge. "That for you to prove being as you're holding court, so go on it's 110 matter what I say it's a rifle bullet or apiece of rope in tne end, so proceed!" was the outlaw's reply.

The court now determined to finish up the case at once. The witnesses were all speedily examined, and after the judge had weighed the testimony, he said to them: "Gentlemen, this a matter of life and death, and your action should be governed by pure and honorable motives. Yeu should proceed deliberately, without malice or prejudice, aud render an impartial verdict."

The jury now retiredwithin the woods, but ere ten minutes had elapsed, they reanpeared, and Holmes, as foreman, said: "We have duly putour beads together, most honorable iedge. an' find the prisoner, known as Ralph Duffee, to be a traitor, a skulkin' hoss-thief, an' a murderin' white Injun! Wetharfore decree that he be shot right hyar, now, his ha'r raised, and his carcass threw into the Muskingum!" "I recti on not, old hoss!"

This came from the renegade, and before anyone could divine his intention, he sprang past the unguarded jury, then darted across the clearing, ana disappeared into the woods like a hounded deer.

With one common impulse the frontiersmen seized their rifles and sprang forward, clamoring like wolves, in quick in a Dody gupon the air, supplemented by the crack of a rifle.

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)ursuit,'and as they plunged the forest, a single whoop rang

A short silance succeeded, and then a piteous cry of mortal agony reached the ear^ of all".

Rushing forward, the angry borderers beheld Swallow Wing, with his smok-

ing gun still leveled, and Bessie Morgan crouching affrightedly behind him, while not more than fifty yards off lay* the form of Ralph Durfee, by

writhing

where he had been cot down "by the half

brw*T» bollet. Young Sue ver ami liouie ilorgaa had

just started from old Ezekiel's grave to cejoin their friends in the clearing, when the renegade came tearing past them.

Suspecting the nature of Durfee's flight, Paul brought up his gun with in conceivable quickness and shot him as he ran.

The hardy hunters gathered around the wounded renegade, whose eyes hid eously glared, and whose face was ghast ly pale. "Got it plump into your gizzard, ole hoss, didn you?" exclaimed the old deer-stalker, with a shocking want of feeling. "Let me die in peace, Holmes you're worse than a savage," Availed the miser able wretch.

All feelings save commiseration now left the hearts of those rough backwoodsmen as they saw that Balph Durfee's last hour had come.

There is a mystery and solemnity in death that coerces the living to look upon the expiring minutes of the veriest miscreant with a certain degree of reverence.

All human discriminations are about to cease,—the dark shadow descend that will place him as far beyond all human judgment as he will be beyoud human ken.

Death is truly the leveler of all men great and small, righteous and unrighteous—all are one wnen dead, one to the living.

McFarley hastily ran back to the river and brought the wounded man water, while Holmes stooped to examine the hurt. He saw that Paul Slover's bullet had entered his left side and penetrated the lung. That his wound was inevitably fatal he communicated to the dying man, who lay upon his elbow, with his right hand closed tightly over the wound. "Kin we ease you any, Ralph?" John Abbott inquired, unbuttoning the renegade's hunting-shirt. "Xo, no, John it's mighty good of vou to ask it, but I'm dying 1 want you, oh

He paused as the blood strangled him, and touched by his suffering, McFarley knelt by his side and said: "Yes, Durfee, you are dying, and let me advise you to turn your thoughts toward the unknown future. Heaven is merciful pray that "Ah! young man, you mean well but don't talk of heaven'and mercy to me and a look of such horrible torture came over the man's face that the sturdy backwoodsmen, one and all, shuddered to the heart. "Thedav for that has passed with me. It is you, McFarley can youforgive me?" "Yes, yes, Ralph, I freely, fully forgive you, and so does Bessie and all tli rest of us so, do not trouble your mind on that score." 'That is all I ask. Oh, this wound! Can't you stop the blood, Hugh? Is there no hope for me?"

Durfee removed his hand as he spoke, and before McFarley could stanch it, a large quantity of blood escaped, and the enfeebled man fell back into the young ranger's arms. "Irm going, Hugh! Forgive me, all. I —I mutterea the dying outlaw, his head falling forward on MrFarley's arm as he gasped for air. "Hark! do you hear that rumbling? McFarley—Mc—oh, have mercy

Ralph Durfee, the renegade, was 110 more! McFarley felt a spasmodic tremor run through his stiffening form, heard the death-rattle in his throat, and looking into his pinched, pallid face, he saw that all was over.

Laying him gently upon the leaves, he straightened his limbs, closed his sightless eyes, then rising, said: "Poor wretch, his sufierings are at an end bury him deceutly, Holmes, and then we will all break for Harmar."

We wish our readers could have been down at the good old settlement on tho day following the stirring incidents chronicled above when our friends, travel-worn and weary, made their ap pearanee.

Never before or since was tlmt antiquated borough thrown into such an incomparable state of commotion, and there were both the notes of sorrow and gladness upon tho sunny air.

The friends of those brave fellows whose bones lay bleaching oft' in the dis tant morass weie inconsolable in their grief, while tho parents of Bessie Morgan and Hugh Mc Farley, aud tho friends and relatives of Jim Holmes and big Zaek Flinn were overflowing with tliaiiKsgiv ing and joy, which was tempered, however, and kept within proper bounds out of rospect for tlicir sorrowing neighbors.

After reaching Harmar, Paul Slover was well cared tor. His wonderful historv was on every tongue, and he was the lion of the settlement.

Mr. Morgan, who had moved to the village, insisted upon the young halfbreed's making his cabin liis home as long as he chose to remain in the settlement, and in all the wide jvorld the bereaved young man could, not have found a more peaceful liavfcn wherein to rest.

Paul renounced his barbaric costume at once, and on Bessie Morgan's wed-ding-day, which occurred just one month after the day on which she had been carried away by Metbotugand his warriors, he appeared upon the scene attired in a new hunting-suit of buckskin, as handsome and manly as any in all that vast assemblage, for Bessie nuptials were celebrated in a grand way, the whole settlement taking part in the festivities.

Evervbodv grew to like the young half-breed. "Although he mingled much in the society of the village, he retained some of the cn-entricities and characteristics of the Indians to the day of hik death.

He proved, in after life, his loyalty to the interests of the settlers by greater achievements than any we have record©tl

He was a great friend of Hugh McFarley, and they, together with Jim Holmes the deer-stalker, big Zack Flinn, John Abbott, Jaaon Smith, and others, spent much of their time in the chase together.

Hugh McFarley and his bonny little wife lived to a ripe old age, and their memory, to this late day even, is still cherished by their descendants, who occupy the scene of their early trials and triumphs.

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It will Cure Sick Hcadacl

It a aGe ntlo Laxative.

It will Cure Heartburn.

It is Pleasant to take.

It will Regulate your Liv

It is Purely Vegetable.

It will Assist Digestion.

ft will Cure Habitual ConHtlnntlon, Tone Digestive Organs, Purify tho nioori.rinanHc lyHtemfrorn all impurities and is 11 MostVa* ble Family Medicine. iet a bottln and beCui A Hottl? will cost you one dollar, and do more good than anything you ever triod. Ti Bottle, Ten Cents. Just try it once.

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A new discovery worth tlio time of all. does excel all other remedlex to heal, but: up the system and purity the blood. It. 1 day stands nnequnled. Everylxxly fliuii know of Its healing power, inquire for I) Jordon'k Lung Renovator, the great Jm remedy. All first-class druggist* wll Wholesale by all wholesale drugglsf* of Im! rtiapolls, Ind., Richardson A Co., St. I

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