NEW ENGLAND STORIES.



together, twenty-three persons were killed and twenty-
nine were taken prisoners.
   The house of Mr. Waldron was attacked by a swarm
 of his vindictive enemies. The old man heard the
 noise, and immediately springing from his bed grasped
 his sword, and met his assailants at the door of his
 room. The savages at once raised a furious cry, and
 thronged forward to overpower him. W'aldron did
 not wait to be attacked, but threw himself into their
 midst with veteran courage, dealing his blows with all
 the skill and vigor ot his younger days. He forced
 them back for a time, but at length a warrior, stealing
 up behind him, felled him to the ground by a power-
 ful stroke. The brave old man was instantly seized,
 and his enemies, placing his arm-chair on a table,
 lifted him into it. "1 Who shall judge Indians now"
 they shouted, as they danced around him. At length
 one of them came up to him, and, tearing his night-
 gown from his body, drew a knife across his breast,
 exclaiming: "So I cross out my account !" The ex-
 ample was followed by all the rest; and, when this
 savage ceremony was ended, they hacked his feet,
 hands, and limbs, with their knives and tomahawks.
 One of the Indians cut off his nose and ears, and
 thrust them into his mouth. Finally the victim, over-
 come by loss of blood, fell from his chair. An Indian
 seized the old man's sword, and, as he sank, held its
 point to his breast. Mr. Waldron was found trans-
 fixed by the weapon, his feet and hands hewed from
 his body, and his entrails protruding in a most shock-
ing manner.



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