opposite Cincinnati, and crossed over to the city on the ice.  They were missed a few hours after their flight, and Mr. Gaines, springing on a horse, followed in pursuit.  On reaching the river shore, he learned that a resident had found the horses standing in the road.  He then crossed over to the City, and after a few hours diligent inquiry, he learned that his slaves were in a house about a quarter of a mile below the Mill Creek Bridge, on the river road, occupied by a colored man named Kite.

He proceeded to the office of United States Commissioner John L. Pendery, and procuring the necessary warrants, with United States Deputy Marshal Ellis, and a large body of assistants, went on Monday to the place where his fugitives were concealed.  Arriving at the premises, word was sent to the fugitives to surrender.  A firm and decided negative was the response.  The officers, backed by a large crowd, then made a descent.  Breaking open the doors, they were assailed by the negroes with cudgels and pistols.  Several shots were fired, but only one took effect, so far as we could ascertain.  A bullet struck a man named John Patterson, one of the Marshal’s deputies; tearing off a finger of his right hand, and dislocating several of his teeth.  No other of the officers were injured, the negroes being rendered powerless before they could reload their weapons.

On looking around, horrible was the sight which met the officers’ eyes.  In one corner of the room was a nearly white child, bleeding to death.  Her throat was cut from ear to ear, and the blood was spouting out profusely, showing that the deed was but recently committed.  Scarcely was this fact noticed, when a scream issuing from an adjoining room drew their attention thither.  A glance into the apartment revealed a negro woman holding in her hand a knife literally dripping with gore, over the heads of two little negro children, who were crouched to the floor, and uttering the cries whose agonized peals had first startled them.  Quickly the knife was wrested from the hand of the excited woman, and a more close investigation instituted as to the condition, of the infants.  They were discovered to be cut across the head and shoulders, but not very seriously injured, although the blood trickled down their backs and upon their clothes.

The woman avowed herself the mother of the children, and said that she had killed one and would like to kill the three others, rather than see them again reduced to slavery!  By this time the crowd about the premises had become prodigious, and it was with no inconsiderable difficulty that the negroes were secured in carriages, and brought to the United States District Court-rooms, on Fourth Street.  The populace followed the vehicle closely, but evinced no active desire to effect a rescue.  Rumors of the story soon circulated all over the city.  Nor were they exaggerated, as is usually the case.  For once, reality