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his might, and thus causing him somewhat to relax his grasp, drew it
through his hand, gashing it most severely.

By this time both had gained their feet, and the Indian, sensible of
the great advantage gained over him, endeavored to disengage himself;
but Morgan held fast to the finger, until he succeeded in giving him a
fatal stab, and felt the almost lifeless body sinking in his arms. He
then loosened his hold and departed for the fort.

On his way he met with his daughter, who not being able to keep pace
with her brother, had followed his footsteps to the river bank where
he had plunged in, and was then making her way to the canoe. Assured
thus far of the safety of his children, he accompanied his daughter to
the fort, and then, in company with a party of the men, returned to
his farm, to see if there were any appearance of other Indians being
about there. On arriving at the spot where the desperate struggle had
been, the wounded Indian was not to be seen; but trailing him by the
blood which flowed profusely from his side, they found him concealed
in the branches of a fallen tree.--He had taken the knife from his
body, bound up the wound with the apron, and on their approaching him,
accosted them familiarly, with the salutation "How do do broder, how
do broder." Alas! poor fellow! their brotherhood extended no farther
than to the gratification of a vengeful feeling. He was tomahawked and
scalped; and, as if this would not fill the measure of their
vindictive passions, both he and his companion were flayed, their
skins tanned and converted into saddle seats, shot pouches and
belts--A striking instance of the barbarities, which a revengeful
spirit will lead its possessors to perpetrate.[1]

The alarm which had caused the people in the neighborhood of Pricket's
fort, to move into it for safety, induced two or three families on
Dunkard creek to collect at the house of Mr. Bozarth, thinking they
would be more exempt from danger when together, than if remaining at
their several homes. About the first of April, when only Mr. Bozarth
and two men were in the house, the children, who had been out at play,
came running into the yard, exclaiming that there were [202] "_ugly
red men coming._" Upon hearing this, one of the two men in the house,
going to the door to see if Indians really were approaching, received
a glancing shot on his breast, which caused him to fall back. The
Indian who had shot him, sprang in immediately