Philip Seymour, or, Pioneer life in Richland County, Ohio : founded on facts . hed once more forapproaching day. Moments seemed as hours. Day at last dawned once more upon the wilder-ness. Morning, bright and rosy opened upon theforest. The feathered songsters were climbing themorning sky, singing their wild peans of devotion To Him who tipped their glittering wings with goldAnd tuned their hearts to praise. Twas a lovely summers morning. Life and an-imation were around him, and under other circum-stances and other feelings^, the young man wouldhave sallied forth into the deep tangled wild-woo
Philip Seymour, or, Pioneer life in Richland County, Ohio : founded on facts . hed once more forapproaching day. Moments seemed as hours. Day at last dawned once more upon the wilder-ness. Morning, bright and rosy opened upon theforest. The feathered songsters were climbing themorning sky, singing their wild peans of devotion To Him who tipped their glittering wings with goldAnd tuned their hearts to praise. Twas a lovely summers morning. Life and an-imation were around him, and under other circum-stances and other feelings^, the young man wouldhave sallied forth into the deep tangled wild-woodexclaiming : A life in the woods tor me,A home in the forest wild, But sorrow filled his heart—and one thoughttormented his brain; the fate of his friends. After holding a conversation with Mr. Hill itwas agreed that they immediately set out for theBlock, House, at Beams mill, for assistance and ifpossible overtake the murderers. Accordinglythey arrived at the Block House, when a party ofsoldiers voluntered their services and were soonon their way to the ill-fated CHAPTER XX. AND RUFFNER. But lo ! the crowd beheld with tearful eyes,The sickning sight with much surprise.—Lee?. In a few hours after the party of soldiers hadleft the Block House, they arrived at the cabin ofMr. Seymour, where the most heart chilling spec-tacle presented itself. On entering the yard thefirst object that presented itself was the nakedbody of Kuffner, horribly mutilated. Poor Ruffnerthere he lay, bloody and horribly mangled. Hehad struggled manfully—he had fought with a des-peration in defence of the family, but the oddswere too great. He fell defending the helplessand innocent, and there he lay with the rage ofbattle on his countenance, which even the handof death could not efface. But on entering the cabin the sight was mosthorrible; there lay the whole family cold in death,most brutally mangled. And poor Kate—theonce romping, smiling, rosy cheeked Kate; thereshe lay beautiful in de
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