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THE
&OMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY,
KIODAGtf AND HIS CHRISTIAN WIFE.
" And who be ye who rashly dare
To chase iu woods the forest-child ?
To hunt die panthtr to his lair
The Indian in his native wild !"
Mv young readers, if they have studied the ear-
r$ history of their country, may have read of the
famous expedition undertaken, in 1696, by the
governor-general of New France (as the French
settlement on our shores was then called), against
the confederated Five Nations of New York ; an
expedition which, though it carried with it all the
pomp and circumstance of European warfare into
their wild-wood haunts, was attended with no ade-
quate results, and had but a momentary effect in
quelling the spirit of the tameless Indian.
Some years previous to this event, when the
" Five Nations" had invested the capital of New
France, and threatened the extermination of that
thri\ing colony, a beautiful half-blood Indian girl,
who had been adopted by and was being educated
under the auspices of the governor-general, was
carried off, with other prisoners by the retiring
aw. Everj affoil had been made in rain during
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the occasional cessations of hostilities between I he
French and the Iroquois, to recover this child ,
and though, in the years that intervened, some wan-
dering Jesuit from time to time averred that ha
had sepn the Christian captive living as the con-
Kiodago and his Wife.
tented wife of a young Mohawk warrior, yet th*
old nobleman seems never to have despaired of re-
claiming his " nut-brown girl." Indeed, the chev-
alier must have been impelled by some such hope
wrhen, at the age of seventy, and so feeble that he
was half the time carried in a litter, he ventured to
encounter the perils of an American wilderness,
and place himself at the head of the heterogeneous
bands which now invaded the country of the F ive
Nations under his conduct.
Among the half-breed spies, border scouts, and
moi.grel adventurers, that followed in the train oi
the invading army, was a renegade Fleming, of
the narae of Hanyost. This man, in early youth,
ROMANCE OP INDIAN HISTORY 5
had been made a sergeant-major, when he desert-
ed to the French ranks in Flanders. He subse-
quently took up a military grant in Canada, sold it
after emigrating, and then, making his way down
to the Dutch settlements on the Hudson, had bo-
come domiciled, as it were, among their allies, the
Mohawks, and adopted the life of a hunter. Han
yost, hearing that his old friends, the French, were
making such a formidable descent, did not now
hesitate to desert his more recent acquaintances ;
and offered his services as a guide to Count de
Frontenac the moment he entered the hostile
country. It was not, however, mere cupidity or
the habitual love of treachery which actuated the
base Fleming in this instance. Hanyost, in a diffi-
culty with an Indian trapper, which had been re-
ferred for arbitrament to the young Mohawk chief
Kiodago, (a settler -'of disputes,) whose cool cour-
age and firmness fully entitled him to so distin-
guished a name, conceived himself aggrieved by the
award which had been given against him. The
scorn with which the arbitrator met his charge of
unfairness, stung him to the soul, and fearing the
arm of the powerful savage, he had nursed the re-
venge in secret, whcse accomplishment seemed
now at hand. Kiodago, ignorant of the hostile
force which had entered his country, was off at a
fishing station, among the wild hills, when Hanvost
informed the commander of the French forces that
by surprising this party, his adopted daughter, the
wife of Kiodago, might be restored to him; a
small, but efficient force was instantly detached
from the main body of the army to strike the blow.
A dozen musketeers, with twenty-five pikemen,
led severally by the Baron de Bekancourt and the
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Kiodago at the Fishing Station.
Chevalier de Grais, the former having the chief
command of the expedition, were sent upon this
duty, with Hanyost to guide them to the village
of Kiodago. Many hours were consumed upon
the march, as the soldiers were not yet habituated
to the wilderness ; hut just before dawn, an the
second day, the party found themselves in the
neighborhood of the Indian village.
The place was wrapped in repose, and the two
cavaliers trusted that the surprise would be so
complete, that their commandant's protege must
certainly be taken. The baron, after a careful ex-
amination of the hilly passes, determined to head
the onslaught, while his companion in arms, with
Hanyost, to mark out his prey, should pounce
upon the chieftain's wife. This being arranged,
their followers were warned not to injure the fe-
male captives while cutting their defenders to pie-
ces and then a moment being allowed for eacb
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man to take a last look at the condition of his arms,
they were led fo the attack.
The inhabitants of the fated village safe in their
isolated station, aloof from the war-parties of that
wild district, had neglected all precaution against
surprise, and were buried in sleep when the whiz-
zir g of a grenade, that terrible, but now superse-
ded engine of destruction, roused them from their
slumbers. The missile, to which a direction had
been given that carried it in a direct line through
the main row of wigwams which formed the little
street, went crashing among their frail frames of
basket-work, and kindled the dry mats stretched
over them into instant flames. And then, as the
s'arilcd warriors leaped all naked and unarmed
from their blazing lodges, the French pikemen,
watting only for a volley from the musketeers, fol-
lowed it up with a charge still more fatal. The
wretched savages were slaughtered like sheep in
the shambles. Some overwhelmed with dismay
sank unresisting upon the ground, and covering up
their heads after the Indian fashion when resigned
to death, awaited the fatal stroke without a mur-
mur ; others, seized with a less benumbing panic,
sought safety in flight, and rushed upon the pikes
that lined the forest's paths around them. Many
there were, however, who, schooled to scenes
as dreadful, acquitted themselves like warriors.
Snatching their weapons from the greedy flames,
they sprang with irresistible fury upon the brist-
ling files of pikemen. Their heavy war-clubs
beat down and splintered the fragile spears of the
Europeans, whose corslets, ruddy with the reflect-
ed fires mid which they fought, glinted back still
brighter sparks from the hatchets of flint which
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crashed against them. The fierce veterans pealed
the charging cry of many a well-fought field in
other climes ; but wild and high the Indian whoop
rose shrill above the din of conflict, until the hov-
ering raven in mid air caught up and answered
that discordant shriek.
De Grais, in the meanwhile, surveyed the scene
of action with eager intentness, expecting each
moment to see the patar features of the Christian
captive among the dusky females who ever and
anon sprang shrieking from the blazing lodges, and
were instantly hurled backward into the flames by
fathers and brothers, who even thus would save
them from the hands that vainly essayed to grasp
their distracted forms. The Mohawks began now
to wage a more successful resistance, and just
when the fight was raging hottest, and the high-
spirited Frenchman, beginning to despair of his
prey, was about launching into the midst of it, he
saw a tall warrior who had hitherto been forward
in the conflict, disengage himself from the fight,
and wheeling suddenly upon the soldier, who had
likewise separated from the party, brain him with
a tomahawk, before he could make a movement in
his defence. The quick eye of the young chev-
alier, too, caught a glance of another figure, in
pursuit of whom v as she emerged with an infant in
her arms, from a lodge on the farther side of the
village, the luckless Frenchman had.met his doom.
It was the Christian captive, the wife of Kiodago,
beneath whose hand he had fallen. That chieftain
now stood over the body of his victim, brandishing
a war-club which he had snatched from a dying
Indian near. Quick as thought, De Grais levelled
a pistol at his head, when the track of the flying
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girl brought her directly in his line of sight, and
he withheld his fire. Kiodago, in the meantime,
had been cut off from the rest of his people by the
soldiers, who closed in upon the space which hia
terrible arm had a moment before kept open. A
cry of agony escaped the high-souled savage, as he
saw how thus the last hope was lost. He made a
gesture, as if about to rush again into the fray, and
sacrifice his life with his tribesmen, and then per-
ceiving how futile must be the act, he turned OB
his heel, and bounded after his retreating wife,
with arms outstretched, to shield her from the
dropping shots of the enemy.
The uprising sun had now lighted up the scene,
but all this passed so instantaneously that it was
impossible for De Grais to keep his eye upon the
fugitives amid the shifting forms that glanced con-
tinually before him ; arid when, accompanied by
Hanyost and seven others, he had got fairly in pur-
suit, Kiodago who still kept behind his wife, was
far in advance of the chevalier and his party. Her
forest training had made the Indian mother as
fleet of foot as the wild gazelle. She heard, too,
the cheering voice of her loved warrior behind
her, and pressing her infant in her arms she urged
her flight over crag and fell, and soon reached the
head of a rocky pass, which it would take some
moments for any but an American forester to
scale. But the indefatigable Frenchmen are ur-
ging their way up the steep ; the cry of puisuit
grows nearer as they catch a sight of her husband
through the thickets, and the agonized wife finds
her onward progress prevented by a ledge of rock
that impends above hec. But now again Kiodagc
la by her side ; he has lifted his wife to the cliff
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above, and placed her infant in her arms ; and
already, with renewed activity, the Indian mother
is speeding on to a cavern among the hills, well-
known as a fastness of safety.
Kiodago looked a moment after her retreating
figure, and then coolly swung himself to the ledge
which commanded the pass. He might now easily
have escaped his pursuers ; but as he stepped back
from the edge of the cliff, and looked down the
narrow ravine, the vengeful spirit of the red man
was too strong within him to allow such an oppor-
tunity of striking a blow to escape. His toma-
hawk and war-club had both been lost in the strife,
but he -still carried at his back a more efficient
weapon in the hands of so keen a hunter. There
were but three arrows in his quiver, and the Mo-
hawk was determined to have the life of an enemy
in exchange for each of them. His bow was
strung quickly, but with as much coolness as if
there were no exigency to require haste. Yet he
had scarcely time to throw himself upon his breast,
near the brink of the declivity, before one of his
pursuers, more active than the rest, exposed him-
self to the unerring archer. He came leaping
from rock to rock, and had nearly reached the
head of the glen, when, pierced through and
through by one of Kiodago's arrows, he toppled
from the crags, and rolled, clutching the leaves in
bis death-agony, among the tangled furze below
A second met a similar fate, and a third victim
would probably have been added, if a shot from
the fusil of Hanyost, who sprang forward and
caught sight of the Indian just as the first man fell,
had not disabled the thumb-joint of the bold archer,
even as he fixed his last arrow in the string. Re-
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sistance seemed now at an end, and Kiodago again
betook himself to flight. Yet anxious to divert the
pursuit from his wife, the young chieftain pealed a
yell of defiance, as he retreated in a different di-
rection from that which she had taken. The
whoop was answered by a simultaneous shout and
rush on the part of the whites ; but the Indian had
not advanced far before he perceived that the pur-
suing party, now reduced to six, had divided, and
that three only followed him. He had recognised
the scout, Hanyost, among his enemies, and it was
now apparent that that wily traitor, instead of be-
ing misled by his artifice, had guided the other
three upon the direct trail to the cavern which the
Christian captive had taken. Quick as thought,
the Mohawk acted upon the impression. Making
a few steps within a thicket, still to mislead his
present pursuers, he bounded across a mountain
torrent, and then leaving his footmarks, dashed in
the yielding bank, he turned shortly on a rock be-
yond, recrossed the stream, and concealed himself
behind a fallen tree, while his pursuers passed
within a few paces of his covert.
A broken hillock now only divided the chief
from the point to which he had directed his wife
oy another route, and to which the remaining par-
ty, consisting of De Grais, Hanyost, and a French
musketeer, were hotly urging their way. The
hunted warrior ground his teeth with rage when
ne heard the voice of the treacherous Fleming ir
the glen below him ; and springing from crag to
crag, he circled the rocky knoll, and planted his
foot by the roots of a blasted oak, that shot ita
limbs above the cavern just as his wife had reach-
fd the spot, and pressing her babe to her bosooii
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sank exhausted among the flowers that waved in
the moist breath of the cave. It chanced that al
the very instant, De Trrais and his followers had
paused beneath the opposite side of the knoll, from
whose broken surface the foot of the flying Indian
had disengaged a stone, that, crackling among the
branches, found its way through a slight ravine
into the glen below. The two Frenchmen stood
in doubt for a moment. The musketeer, pointing
in the direction whence the stone had rolled, turn-
ed to receive the order of his officer. The chev-
alier, who had made one step in advance of a
broad rock between them, leaned upon it, pistol in
hand, half turning toward his follower ; while the
scout, who stood farthest out from the steep bank,
bending forward to discover the mouth of the cave,
must have caught a glimpse of the sinking female,
just as the shadowy form of her husband was dis-
played above her. God help thee now, bold ar-
cher ! thy quiver is empty ; thy game of life is
nearly up ; the sleuth-hound is upon thee ; and
thy scalp-lock, whose plumes now flutter in the
breeze, will soon be twined in the fingers of the
vengeful renegade. Thy wife But hold ! the
noble savage has still one arrow left !
Disabled, as he thought himself, the Mohawk
had not dropped his bow hi the flight. His last
arrow was still griped in his bleeding fingers ;
and though his stiffening thumb forbore the use of
it to the best advantage, the hand of Kiodago had
not lost its power. The crisis which it takes so
long to describe, had been realized by him in an
instant. He saw how the Frenchmen, inexperi-
enced in wood-craft, were at fault ; he saw, too.
that the keen eye of Hany ;st had caught sight of
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the object of their pursuit, and that furlhei flight
was hopeless ; while the scene of his burning vil-
lage in the distance, inflamed him with hate and
fiiry toward the instrument of his misfortunes.
Bracing one knee upon the flinty rock, while the
muscles of the other swelled as if the whole ener-
gies of his body were collected in that single effort,
iviodago aims at the treacherous scout, and the
twanging bowstring dismisses his last arrow upon
its errand. The hand of THE SPIRIT could alone
have guided that shaft ! But WANEYO smiles upon
the brave warri )r, and the arrow, while it rattles
harmless against the cuiras of the French officer,
glances toward the victim for whom it was intend-
ed, and quivers in the heart of Hanyost ! The
dying wretch grasped the sword-chain of the chev-
alier, whose corslet clanged among the rocks, as
the two went rolling down the glen together ; and
De Grais was not unwilling to abandon the pur-
suit when the musketeer, coming to his assistance,
had disengaged him, bruised and bloody, from the
embrace of the stiffening corpse.
The bewildered Europeans rejoined their com-
rades, who were soon after on their march from
the scene they had desolated ; while Kiodago de-
scended from his eyry to collect the fugitive sur-
vivors of his band, arid, after burying the slain, to
wreak a terrible vengeance upon their murderers ;
the most of wh:>m were cut off by him before they
joined the main body of the French army. The
Count de Frontenac, returning to Canada, died
so j afterward, and the existence of the half-blood
Indian woman was s on forgotten.
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ADAM POE AND BIGFOOT.
MY little readers, sitting by their cheerful fire-
sides, in their pleasant homes, with all the com-
forts and luxuries of civilized life abuut them, can
have but a faint idea of the hardships endured, the
perils encountered, by the early settlers in this
country. There are indeed chapters in its early
history, which, related with the greatest simplicity
of language, present a more startling array of
thrilling incidents than the wildest tales of ro-
mance. It is within the limits of the last three
hundred years, that upon the very grounds where
we have built our comfortable homes, the untamed
and unlettered savage held almost undisputed sway ;
the dense forest shadowed the land from Pan-
ama to the frozen North, and every bay, and estu-
ary, and lake, bore only upon its surface the bark
canoe of the wild Indian. But now, the war-whoop
is silent, and comfortable and stately dwellings
occupy the seat of the humble wigwam. The
hardy pioneers in the settlement of this country,
fought their way inch by inch against the fierce
redmen of the forest. To enable my little readers
more fully to appreciate the perils they encounter-
ed, I will relate to them one of those scenes in
which they were so frequently engaged, even down
to within the last seventy or eighty years.
About the middle of July, 1782, seven Wyan-
dots crossed the Ohio a few miles above Wheel-
ing, and committed great depredations upon the
southern shore, killing an old man whom they
found alone in his cabin, and spreading terror
throughout the neighborhood Within a few hours
after their retreat, eight men assembled from di.f-
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ferent parts of th^ small settlement and pursued
the enemy with great expedition. Among the
more active and efficient of the party were two
orothers, Adam and Andrew Poe. Adam was
particularly popular. In strength, action, and har-
dihood, he had no equal being finely formed and
inured to a 11 the perils of the woods.
They had not followed the trail far, before they
became satisfied that the depredators were con-
ducted by Bigfoot, a renowned chief of the Wyan-
d jt tribe, who derived his name from the immense
size of his feet. His height considerably exceed-
ed six feet, and his strength was represented as
herculean. He had also five brothers, but little
inferior to himself in size and courage, and as
they generally went in company, they were the
terror of the whole country. Adam Poe was over-
joyed at the idea of measuring his strength with
that of so celebrated a chief, and urged the pursuit
with keenness which quickly brought him into
the vicinity of the enemy. For the last few miles,
the trail had led them up the southern bank of the
Ohio, where the footprints in the sand were deep
and obvious, but when within a few hundred yards
rf the point at which the whites as well as the In-
dians were in the habit of crossing, it suddenly di-
verged from the stream, and stretched along a
rocky ridge, forming an obtuse angle with its
former direction. Here Adam halted for a mo-
ment, and directed his brother and the other young
men to follow the trail with proper caution, while
he himself still adhered to the river path, which
led through clusters of willows directly to the point
where hf- supposed the enemy to lie. Having ex-
amined the priming of his gun, he crept cautiously
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through the bushes, until he had a view of the
point of embarkation. Here lay two canoes, empt)
and apparently deserted. Being satisfied, however
that the Indians were close at hand, he relaxed
nothing of his vigilance, and soon gained a jutting
cliff, which hung immediately over the canoes
Hearing a low murmur below, he peered cau
tiously over, and beheld the object of his search
The gigantic Bigfoot, lay below him in the shade
of a willow, and was talking in a low deep tone to
another warrior, who seemed a mere pigmy by
his side. Adam cautiously drew back, and cocked
his gun. The mark was fair the distance did not
exceed twenty feet, and his aim was unerring.
Raising his rifle slowly and cautiously, he took a
steady aim at Bigfoot's breast, and drew the trig-
ger. His gun flashed. Both Indians sprung to
their feet with a deep interjection of surprise, and
for a single second all three stared upon each other
This inactivity, however, was soon over. Adam
was too much hampered by the bushes to retreat,
and setting his life upon the cast of a die, he sprung
over the bush which had sheltered him, and sum-
moning all his powers, leaped boldly down the pre-
cipice and alighted upon the breast of Bigfoot with
a shock which bore him to the earth. At the mo-
ment of contact, Adam had also thrown his right
arm around the neck of the smaller Indian, so that
all three came to the earth together.
At that moment a sharp firing was heard amotiw,
the bushes above, announcing that the other par-
ties were engaged, but the trio below were too
busy to attend to anything but themselves. Big-
foot was for an instant stunned by the violence of
the shock and Adam was enabled to keep them
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down. But the exertion necessary for that pur*
pose vras so great, that he had no leisure to use his
knife. Bigfoot quickly recovered, and without at-
tempting to rise wrapped his long arms around
Adam's body, and pressed him to his breast with
the crushing ftr ce of a boa constrictor ! Adam,
as I have already remarked, was a powerful man,
and had seldom encountered his equal, but never
had he yet felt an embrace like that of Bigfoot
He instantly relaxed his hold of the small Indian,
who sprung to his feet. Bigfoot then ordered him
to run for his tomahawk which lay within ten
steps, and kill the white man, while he held him in
nis arms. Adam, seeing his danger, struggled
manfully to extricate himself from the folds of the
giant, but in vain. The lesser Indian approached
with his uplifted tomahawk, but Adam watched
him closely, and as he was about to strike, gave
him a kick so sudden and violent, as to knock the
tomahawk from his hand, and send him staggering
back into the water. Bigfoot uttered an exclama-
tion in a tone of deep contempt at the failure of
his companion, and raising his voice to its highest
pitch, thundered out several words in the Indian
tongue, which Adam could not understand, but
supposed to be a direction for a second attack.
The lesser Indian now again approached, care-
fully shunning Adam's heels, and making many
moti ms with his tomahawk, in order to deceive
him as to the point where the blow would fall
This lasted for several seconds, until an exclama-
tion from Bigfoot compelled his companion to strike.
Such was Adam's dexterity and vigilance, how-
ever, that he managed to receive the tomahawk in
a glancing direction upon his left wrist, wounding
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him deeply but not disabling him. He now made
a sudden and desperate effort to free himself from
the arms of the giant, and succeeded. Instantly
snatching up a rifle (for the Indian could not ver.-
tur'3 to shoot for fear of hurting his companion)
he shot the lesser Indian through the body. But
scarcely had he done so when Bigfoot arose, and
p'acing one hand upon his collar and the other
upon his hip, pitched him ten feet into the air, as
he himself would have pitched a child. Adam fell
upon his back at the edge of the water, but before
his antagonist could spring upon him, he was again
upon his feet, and stung with rage at the idea of
being handled so easily, he attacked his gigantic
antagonist with a fury which for a time compen-
sated for inferiority of strength. It was now a
fair fist fight between them, for in the hurry of the
struggle neither had leisure to draw their knives.
Adam's superior activity and experience as a pu-
gilist, gave him great advantage. The Indian
struck awkwardly, and finding himself rapidly
dropping to leeward, he closed with his antagonist,
and again hurled him to the ground. They quick-
ly rolled into the river, and the struggle continued
with unabated fury, each attempting to drown the
other. The Indian being unused to such violent
exertion, and having been much injured by the
first shock in his stomach, was unable to exert the
same powers which had given him such a supe-
riority at first ; and Adam, seizing him by the scalp-
'ock, put his head under water, and held it there,
until the faint struggles of the Indian induced him
to believe that he was drowned, when he relaxed
his hold and attempted to draw his knife. The
Indian, however, to use Adam's own expression,
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"had only been POSSUMMIN T G !" He instantly re-
gained his feet, and in his turn put his adversary
under.
In the struggle, both were carried out into the
currei.t, beyond their depth, and each was com-
pelled to relax Kis hold and swim for his life.
There was still one loaded rifle upon the shore,
and each swam hard in order to reach it, but the
Indian proved the most expert swimmer, and
Adam seeing that he should be too late, turned
and swam out into the stream, intending to dive
and thus frustrate his enemy's intention. At this
instant, Andrew, having heard that his brother was
alone in a struggle with two Indians, and in great
danger, ran up hastily to the edge of the bank
above, in order to assist him. Another white man
followed him closely, and seeing Adam in the river,
covered with blood, and swimming rapidly from
shore, mistook him for an Indian, and fired upon
him, wounding him dangerously in the shoulder.
Adam turned, and seeing his brother, called loudly
upon him to " shoot the big Indian upon the shore."
Andrew's gun, however, was empty, having just
been discharged. Fortunately, Bigfoot had also
seized the gun with which Adam had shot the
lesser Indian, so that both were upon an equality.
The contest was now who should load first. Big-
foot poured in his powder first, and drawing his
ramrod out of its sheath in too great a hurry threw
it into the river, and while he ran to recover it,
Andrew gained an advantage. Still the Indian
was but a second too late, for his gun was at his
shoulder, when Andrew's ball entered his breast.
The gun dropped from his hands and he fell for-
ward upon his face upon me very margin of the
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river. Andrew, now alarmed for his brother, who
was scarcely able to swim, threw down his gun
an(T rushed into the river in order to bring him
ashore but Adam, more intent upon securing the
scalp of Bigfoot as a trophy, than upon his owi:
safety, called loudly upon his brother to leave him
alone and scalp the big Indian, who was now en-
deavoring to roll himself into the water, from a
romantic desire, peculiar to the Indian warrior, of
securing his scalp from the enemy. Andrew,
however, refused to obey, and insisted upon saving
the living, before attending to the dead. Bigfoot,
in the meantime, had succeeded in reaching the
deep water before he expired, and his body was
borne off by the waves, without being stripped of
the ornament and pride of an Indian warrior.
Not a man of the Indians had escaped. Five
of Bigfoot's brothers, the flower of the Wyandot
nation, had accompanied him in the expedition,
and all perished. It is said that the news of this
calamity, threw the whole tribe into mourning.
Their remarkable size, their courage, and their
superior intelligence, gave them immense influ-
ence, which, greatly to their credit, was generally
exerted on the side of humanity. Their powerful
interposition, had saved many prisoners from the
stake, and had given a milder character to the war-
fare of the Indians in that part of the country. A
chief of the same name was alive in that part of
the country so late as 1792, but whether a brother
;r a son of Bigfoot, is not known. Adam Poe re-
covered of his wounds, and lived many years after
his memorable conflict ; but never forgot the tre-
mendous " hug " which he sustained in the arms
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