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Our Western Border.

go with the Indians, and beginning to cry, they dispatched him with the tomahawk. John, who had once before been taken prisoner and escaped, made light of it, and went along cheerfully with his wounded arm.

The party struck the Ohio river early the following morning at a point near the mouth of Grave Creek, and just below the- clearing of Mr. Tomlinson, who, with his family, was at that time in the fort at Wheeling. Here they found some hogs, and killing one of them, put it into a canoe they had stolen. Three of the Indians took possession of the canoe with their prisoner, while the other was busied in swimming the horses across the river. It so happened that Isaac Williams, If ambleton Kerr and Jacob, a Dutchman, had come down that morning from Wheeling to look after the cattle, &c, left at the deserted settlement. When near the mouth of Little Grave Creek, a mile above, they heard the report of a rifle. " Dod rot 'em," exclaimed Mr. Williams,   ' a Kantuck boat has landed at the creek, and they are shooting my hogs."

Quickening their pace, in a few minutes they were within a short distance of the creek, when they heard the loud snort of a horse. Kerr, being in the prime of life and younger than Mr. Williams, was several rods ahead and reached the bank first. As he looked into the creek, he saw three Indians standing in a canoe; one was in the stern, one in the bow and the other in the middle. At the feet of the latter lay four rifles and a dead hog; while a fourth Indian was swimming a horse, a few rods from shore. The one in the stern had his paddle in the edge of the water, in the act of turning and shoving the canoe from the mouth of the creek into the river. Before they were aware of his presence, Kerr drew up and shot the Indian in the stern, who instantly fell into the water. The crack of his rifle had scarcely ceased, when Mr. Williams came up and shot the one in the bow, who also fell overboard. Kerr dropped his rifle, and seizing that of the Dutchman, shot the remaining Indian. He fell over into the water, but still held on to the side of the canoe with one hand. So amazed was the last Indian at the fall of his companions, that he never offered to lift one of the rifles, which lay at his feet, in self-defence, but acted like one bereft of his senses.

By this time the canoe, impelled by the impetus given to it by the first Indian, had reached the current of the river, and was some rods below the mouth of the creek. Kerr instantly reloaded his gun, and seeing John Wetzel lying in the bottom of the canoe, raised it to his face as in the act of firing, when he cried out, " Don't shoot, I am a white man 1"   Kerr told him to knock loose the Indian's hand from