The gate was opened, and Elizabeth bounded out at the top of her speed, and ran until she arrived at the door of the blockhouse.  Her brother, Colonel Zane, hastened to open the door to his intrepid sister.  The Indians did not fire a gun, but exclaimed, as if in astonishment, “Squaw! squaw! squaw!”

When she had told her errand, her brother took a tablecloth, fastened it around her waist, and poured into it a keg of powder.  She then sallied back to the fort, in high spirits.  The moment she was outside of the blockhouse, the whole of the enemy’s line fired at her, but the shower of balls fell without doing her any injury.  She reached the fort in safety, and the garrison was, in consequence, enabled successfully to repel their savage foe.  Such an instance of female daring is worthy of all commemoration.

FEARFUL ENCOUNTER WITH ROBBERS.

The Madrid papers recite the particulars of a terrific scene which took place on the 14th of August, 1851, at the house of Don Diego Garcia, an old nobleman, who resided in the vicinity of that capital: 

The night was dark and tempestuous.  The rain poured down in torrents, and induced the night-watch, who had been reinforced since the recent augmentations of crime in the environs of the capital, to keep close to their quarters.  The roads were completely deserted, and at long intervals only the shadow of a human figure flitted past the huge portals of Don Diego’s mansion, in anxious haste toward its habitation.

Juan Munoz, the Don’s old valet, had been sent to this city, by his master, and was now making the best of his way home.  His errand to the capital had been to procure some medicine which his master had been ordered to take, he being at the time violently afflicted by the gout.  Juan, as we have said, was picking his way, as best he could, through the deluged streets and roads, when, just as he came in sight of the mansion, he heard the voices of a number of men behind him, and supposing them to be a party of his fellow-servants who had been sent in search of him, since he had been much later than he expected to be, he drew back into an open recess to await their approach.  He discovered that he was deceived in his expectations; the men were strangers to him, or, at least, he did not know their voices, but, while passing him, he plainly heard the name of his master pronounced by one of their number, and, stepping forward, he asked if they wished to see Don Diego that night.  The men seemed perfectly stupefied by his sudden apparition, but they soon recovered from their surprise, and, after ascertaining that he was alone, he was politely asked to go before them and show the way.  Scarcely had he proceeded a dozen yards; when a violent blow on the head laid him prostrate; a knife was then twice thrust into his breast, and the lifeless body was hurled into the middle of the road.