In the spring of 1782, a party of twenty-five Wyandots secretly approached Estill’s station, and committed shocking outrages.  Entering a cabin, they tomahawked and scalped a woman and her two daughters.  The neighborhood was instantly alarmed.  Captain Estill speedily collected a body of twenty-five men, and pursued the hostile trail with great rapidity.  He came up with the savages on Hinkston fork of Licking, immediately after they had crossed it; and a most severe and desperate conflict ensued.

Estill, unfortunately, sent six of his men under Lieutenant Miller, to attack the enemy’s rear.  The Indian leader immediately availed himself of this dimunition of force, rushed upon the weakened line of his adversaries, and compelled him to give way.  A total route ensued.  Captain Estill was killed together with his gallant lieutenant, South.  Four men were wounded and fortunately escaped.  Nine fell under the tomahawk, and were scalped.  The Indians also suffered severely, and are believed to have lost half of their warriors.

[Illustration:  Attack on Estill’s Station.]

INCIDENT AT NIAGARA FALLS.

On Saturday, the 13th of July, 1850, as a boy, ten years old, was rowing his father over to their home on Grand Island, the father being so much intoxicated as not to be able to assist any more than to steer the canoe, the wind, which was very strong off shore, so frustrated the efforts of his tiny arm, that the canoe in spite of him, got into the current, and finally into the rapids, within a very few rods of the Falls!  On went the frail shell, careering and plunging as the mad waters chose.  Still the gallant little oarsman maintained his struggle with the raging billows, and actually got the canoe, by his persevering manoeuvring so close to Iris Island, as to have her driven by a providential wave in between the little islands called the Sisters.  Here the father and his dauntless boy were in still greater danger for an instant; for there is a fall between the two islands, over which had they gone, no earthly power could have withheld their final passage to the terrific precipice, which forms the Horse-shoe Fall.  But the sudden dash of a wave capsized the canoe, and left the two struggling in the water.  Being near a rock, and shallow, the boy lost no time, but seizing his father by the coat collar, dragged him up to a place of safety, where the crowd of anxious citizens awaited to lend assistance.  The poor boy on reaching the shore in safety, instantly fainted, while his miserable father was sufficiently sobered by the perils he had passed through.  The canoe was dashed to pieces on the rocks ere it reached its final leap.

A SKATER CHASED BY A WOLF.

A thrilling incident in American country life is vividly sketched in “Evenings at Donaldson Manor.”  In the winter of 1844, the relater went out one evening to skate, on the Kennebec, in Maine, by moonlight, and, having ascended that river nearly two miles, turned into a little stream to explore its course.