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Ca<strong>the</strong>rine DuBois. 43<br />
dwellings. Ten men, one woman and three children were among <strong>the</strong> victims. Bleeding,<br />
mutilated by <strong>the</strong> murderous tomahawk, <strong>the</strong> bodies were laid side by side, while sounds <strong>of</strong><br />
bitter grief were uttered by bursting hearts. Not a soul among <strong>the</strong> living, ga<strong>the</strong>red about<br />
<strong>the</strong> remains <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fallen, but had its store <strong>of</strong> grief. Such a feeling <strong>of</strong> desolation, dread,<br />
sorrow mingled with regret, as filled <strong>the</strong> hearts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> survivors <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> massacre <strong>of</strong><br />
Wildwyck, when <strong>the</strong>y realized <strong>the</strong> loss <strong>of</strong> friends and homes—such anguish and utter<br />
hopelessness, can only be realized by those who have passed through <strong>the</strong> ordeal.<br />
Among those most deeply stricken was Lewis DuBois. His house and all his earthly<br />
goods were in ashes; his wife, he at last learned, had been carried <strong>of</strong>f a prisoner with<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r females and some children; and though he could not mourn her as dead, yet she<br />
might be reserved for a worse fate. It was not <strong>the</strong> least poignant part <strong>of</strong> his regret that <strong>the</strong><br />
last words spoken to her—<strong>the</strong> last he might ever be permitted to speak—were those <strong>of</strong><br />
anger; and that his last remembrance <strong>of</strong> her was her form seated at <strong>the</strong> little table sobbing<br />
at his harsh words.<br />
But those border men were not <strong>the</strong> ones to waste precious moments in outward<br />
exhibitions <strong>of</strong> grief when duty called to act. To prepare <strong>the</strong> dead for burial, and, if<br />
possible, to rescue <strong>the</strong> prisoners, were measures immediately resolved upon. The former<br />
was a sad duty, <strong>the</strong> latter a most dangerous task. All fear was banished from those whose<br />
wives and children were in <strong>the</strong> lands <strong>of</strong> savages; <strong>the</strong>y would dare anything that promised<br />
a rescue. While a few were left in charge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fort, a band <strong>of</strong> thirty resolute men were<br />
assembled and sent in pursuit <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> savages. With heavy hearts and anxious forebodings<br />
<strong>the</strong> remnant <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> village saw this little band <strong>of</strong> heroes depart on <strong>the</strong>ir errand <strong>of</strong> difficulty<br />
and danger, following <strong>the</strong>m with tearful and prayerful anxiety until <strong>the</strong>y disappeared in<br />
<strong>the</strong> adjacent forest, when <strong>the</strong>y betook <strong>the</strong>mselves to <strong>the</strong> sad rites <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sepulture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
slain comrades.<br />
We will next follow <strong>the</strong> adventures <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> weeping captives, torn from <strong>the</strong>ir homes by<br />
a band <strong>of</strong> whooping savages, red with <strong>the</strong> blood <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir slaughtered relatives. For <strong>the</strong><br />
first few miles <strong>the</strong> demeanor <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir savage captors was harsh and violent. They would<br />
menace <strong>the</strong>m with <strong>the</strong> tomahawk by way <strong>of</strong> urging <strong>the</strong>m to a more rapid movement. The<br />
Indians evidently feared pursuit, and <strong>the</strong>y were anxious to put as many miles between<br />
<strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong>ir possible pursuers as <strong>the</strong>y could. Once out <strong>of</strong> reach <strong>of</strong> immediate danger<br />
<strong>the</strong> party slackened <strong>the</strong>ir pace, and conducted <strong>the</strong> retreat more leisurely. Just before<br />
nightfall one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> prisoners gave out; she was tomahawked and scalped, and left where<br />
she fell. At last a halt was ordered, and <strong>the</strong> party prepared to bivouac for <strong>the</strong> night.<br />
Fires were lighted, and <strong>the</strong> savages arranged <strong>the</strong>mselves for <strong>the</strong> evening meal. The<br />
prisoners were permitted to remain in company, a little apart from <strong>the</strong> savages, with a<br />
single sentinel to keep watch over <strong>the</strong>m. They were not a little alarmed at <strong>the</strong> noise made<br />
by <strong>the</strong> wild animals in <strong>the</strong> woods around <strong>the</strong>m, but were spared <strong>the</strong> knowledge at <strong>the</strong> time<br />
that those sounds were made by