. The back-woodsmen; or, Tales of the borders; a collection of historical and authentic accounts of early adventure among the Indians. aratively calm. The whole of these events did not occupy morethan thirty seconds. The Indians had been on thehill in quest of horses, when, hearing the loud cryingof a child in a canoe that had descended the streamabout ten minutes before, they came down to thebank of the river, thinking they might have an oppor-tunity of doing some mischief. Arriving too lateto injure those in the first canoe, and discoveringthe second one about a quarter of a mile below, theI
. The back-woodsmen; or, Tales of the borders; a collection of historical and authentic accounts of early adventure among the Indians. aratively calm. The whole of these events did not occupy morethan thirty seconds. The Indians had been on thehill in quest of horses, when, hearing the loud cryingof a child in a canoe that had descended the streamabout ten minutes before, they came down to thebank of the river, thinking they might have an oppor-tunity of doing some mischief. Arriving too lateto injure those in the first canoe, and discoveringthe second one about a quarter of a mile below, theIndians determined to await its approach; and, hav-ing planned to kill the men and woman, and totake the youth a prisoner, they concealed themselvesbehind a large log among the willows, from which,as the voyagers came nearly opposite, they madetheir attack. Taking a last brief glance at the scene beforehim, Spencer now saw that Mr. Light, thoughwounded in the left arm, was making the best ofhis way to the opposite shore, swimming bravelyout into the stream about a hundred yards fromthe bank. The dead body of the stranger lay just. spencers captivity. 43 at the edge of the water; and Mrs. Coleman, abouttwo rods out in the river, with her clothes spreadover the water, and her head just above the surface,was floating, apparently drowned. The empty canoehad drifted out into the stream, and was slowly de-scending with the current. The Indians now hurriedly led off their prisoner,—the one who . had captured him holding him firmly bythe hand, and the other following close behind, withhis tomahawk extended almost above his head. Thussecurely guarded, the youthful prisoner was led intothe forest and up the high hill bordering the Ohio,—straightway beginning his long and trying period ofcaptivity, exposure and suffering. Crossing the road a short distance further on, theIndians stopped a few moments on the hillside ; and,after casting their keen glances around them, andlistening inten
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