arriors.

Soon after the Indians left Rice's fort, they moved across the hills
in different directions and in detached parties. One of these
observing four men proceeding towards the fort which they had lately
left, waylaid the path and killed two of them on the first fire. The
remaining two fled hastily; and one of them swift of foot, soon made
his escape. The other, closely pursued by one of the savages, and in
danger of being overtaken, wheeled to fire. His gun snapped, and he
again took to flight. Yet more closely pressed by his pursuer, he once
more attempted to shoot. Again his gun snapped, and the savage being
now near enough, hurled a tomahawk at his head. It missed its object
and both strained every nerve for the chase. The Indian gained rapidly
upon him; and reaching forth his arm, caught hold of the end of his
belt. It had been tied in a bow-knot, and came loose.--Sensible that
the race must soon terminate to his disadvantage unless he could kill
his pursuer, the white man once more tried his gun. It fired; and the
savage fell dead at his feet.

Some time in the summer of this year, a party of Wyandots, consisting
of seven warriors, (five of whom were, one of the most distinguished
chiefs of that nation and his four brothers) came into one of the
intermediate settlements between Fort Pitt and Wheeling, killed an old
man whom they found alone, robbed his cabin, and commenced retreating
with the plunder. They were soon discovered by spies; and eight men,
two of whom were Adam and Andrew Poe, (brothers, remarkable for
uncommon size, great activity, and undaunted bravery) went in pursuit
of them. Coming on their trail not far from the Ohio, Adam Poe,
fearing an ambuscade, left his companions [268] to follow it, while he
moved across to the river under cover of the high weeds and bushes,
with the view to attack them in the rear should he find them situated
as he expected.--Presently he espied an Indian raft at the water's
edge, but seeing nothing of the savages, moved cautiously down the
bank; and when near the foot, discovered the large Wyandot chief and a
small Indian standing near and looking intently towards the party of
whites, then some distance lower down the bottom. Poe raised his gun,
and aiming surely at the chief, pulled trigger. It missed fire, and
the snap betrayed his presence. Too near to retreat, he sprang
forward; and seizing the large Indian by the breast, and at the same
instant encircling his