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was instantly stretched before me, with a groan which I conceived to be that of a human creature. I went up to it, and judge my astonishment, when I found I had killed an Indian! He had enveloped himself with the skin* of one of these wild hogs so artfully and completely'; his hands and feet were so entirely concealed in it, and his gait and appearance were so exactly correspon. dent to that of the animal's, that imperfectly as they were always seen through the trees and jungles, the disguise could not be penetrated at a distance, and scarcely discovered upon the nearest inspection. He was armed with a “dagger” or scalping knife “and a tomahawk.”
Such was the substance of this man's relation. The cause of the disappearance of the other sentinels was now apparent. The Indians, sheltered in this disguise, secreted themselves in the coppice; watched the moment when they could throw it off; burst upon the sentinels without previous alarm, and, too quick to give them an opportunity to discharge their pieces, either stabbed or scalped and tomahawked thein, and bearing their bodies away, concealed them at some distance in the leaves."
“No being acts more rigidly from rule than the Indian. His whole conduct is regulated according to some gen-eral maxims early implanted in his mind. The moral
laws that govern him, are, to be sure, but few; but then, he conforms to them all ;-the white man abounds in laws of religion, morals, and manners; but how many does he violate. No hero of ancient or modern days can surpass the Indian in his lofty contempt of death and the fortitude with which he sustains its cruelest affliction. Indeed, we here behold him rising seperior to the white man, in consequence of his peculiar education. The latter rushes to glorious death at the cannon's mouth; the former calmly contemplates its approach, and triumphantly endures it, amidst the various torments of surrounding foes and the protracted agonies of fire.” Thus circumstanced, “he raises his last song of glorious triumph breathing the defiance of an unconquered heart, and invoking the spirits of his fathers to witness that he dies without a groan."
*The author recollects to have heard when he was a boy, of Indians prac. tising the same art on the piquet guards of General Harrison's army near fort Meigs. They were enveloped either in hogs or in bear's skins, and committed their destruction in the night, they being armed with bows and arrows.
Great care was at all times manifested by the officers of the detachment whilst it laid in Qhish-a-quo-quillas valley with regard to the planting of piquet guards, and with regard to their hailing whatever might be looked upon as approaching them, and received strict order, also, with regard to their firing thereat, or of sounding the alarm. They were also, (as I have before stated) very strict with the men with regard to their strolling outside of the camp or piquet guards in any one direction.
The officers well knew they had a wary and wiley foe to contend with or to defend against.
At another time I ventured to the distance of 300 or more yards down the stream and below the camp for the purpose of fishing. I had not been long engaged in fishing and had just caught a trout, the largest I ever saw arty where, when all at once a terrible noise issued from the top of a high knob of the mountain opposite to where I then was, and before I had properly secured my fish, a huge rock which seemed to be about the size of an out-door bake-oven came whirling and leaping down the precipice in its fearful majesty, riving and smashing the trees that stood in its course with tremendous crashings until it dashed headlong into the creek below where I stood; causing a smoke or vapour to ascend like a cloud or fog all around where it entered the stream.Whether it was that it had acquired a heat in consequence of the great velocity with which it descended from the top of the high knob of the mountain that caused such a cloud of fog or steam I know not. When I first heard it, I thought it best to watch for what was coming. As I beheld it coming I waited until I saw it leap into
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the water. Then the idea of Indians was more forcibly impressed upon my mind. It had been but a few days before, that I had encountered one and concluded they were not very far from me. With fear upon me on all sides and believing myself encircled with dangers I immediately secured my large fish (trout) by putting my fingers through its gills and took to my scrapers,” saying in my own mind (as I bounded away) to the Indians in accordance with the old Indian saying, “ No catchee, no habbee,” and soon found myself in camp again.
I had not ceased running after I entered the camp, when I was met by an officer who said to me, “ fifer, will you let me have that trout,” 66 yes, Sir," was my reply; well knowing that being the indulged, I dared not to say no. “Well fifer (said he) you are a clever fellow." He then took the fish, and I started toitards my quarters. “Stop my good fellow, (said he) go and fetch your canteen and then come with me to my quarters." I went and got my canteen and he then took me to his marquee and filled my canteen with “good stuff," which pleased my messmates more than all the fish in the creek would have done, for we had not had a drop of liquor to drink for the space of two weeks previous. A good drink at this time helped us to forget our cares, particularly the Indians, that were skulking around us in the bushes and among the rocks of the mountains,
It was the opinion of the officers and men in camp that this was a stratagem of the Indians. It was believed that the Indians supposed that the rock they sent down the mountain side would have dashed through the camp below and cut its road by killing all that might be in its way. They having supposed (no doubt) that the camp was immediately below in a line with the direction which they had given to the rock when they started it in a heave, yo heave down the steep sided mountain. Scouting parties were sent out in several directions, but they returned without becoming possessed of any intelligence relative to the Indians.. !
Here I insert an address delivered at “ Camp Warren" near Hollidaysburg, in Huntingdon County, Pa. at which eighteen companies of Pennsylvania volunteers had assembled, the whole of which were reviewed on Wednesday, 18th of October, 1843, by his Excellency David R. Porter, Governor of Pennsylvania. • The address is full of thrilling incidents and will no doubt find acceptance with my readers to interest them, particulary, as they are reminiscences of the early settlement of that portion of the country in the struggles of the whites, with the almost unconquerable savages of the wilderness.
CAMP WARREN. “There is no spot of land beneath the canopy of Heaven that may not have its interesting reminiscences, could it but tell the scenes it has witnessed from the time the “ Lord said let there be Earth and it was made.” Some events have had their historian, others have had none; it was Homer gave immortality to the siege of Troywithout him its story would long since have been forgotten, and left not a wreck behind. That such be not the fate of “Camp Warren” we shall use our feeble pencil in recording not the battles lost and won, not the heroes slain or victors crowned, but the memories of those who on this (from this day) classic soil, learned in Peace, to prepare for War.
Citizen soldiers, the ground on which you have pitched your tents, and from whence you now look forth on the busy scenes of life, was not long since the “abode of savage beasts or of men more wild than they? These have given place to the onward march of commerce and of civilization, which has turned this once howling.wilderness into a busy mart crowded with life and hope.
On your right lies (land locked) the harbor of Hollidaysburgh, in which unanchored ride the navies, not of hostile nations, but of peace loving commerce. In front, you there see the master work of modern art, propelled by steam, dragging its lengthened train of cars burthened with freighted boats, bounding up the heights of the