“The fire was quickly communicated to the rest of the building, and it became necessary to abandon it or perish in the flames.  In the one case there was a possibility that some might escape; in the other, their fate would be equally certain and terrible.  The rapid approach of the flames cut short their momentary suspense.  The door was thrown open, and the old lady, supported by her eldest son, attempted to cross the fence at one point, while her daughter, carrying her child in her arms, and attended by the younger of the brothers, ran in a different direction.  The blazing roof shed a light over the yard but little inferior to that of day, and the savages were distinctly seen awaiting the approach of their victims.  The old lady was permitted to reach the stile unmolested, but in the act of crossing received several balls in her breast and fell dead.  Her son, providentially, remained unhurt, and by extraordinary agility effected his escape.

“The other party succeeded also in reaching the fence unhurt, but in the act of crossing, were vigorously assailed by several Indians, who, throwing down their guns, rushed upon them with their tomahawks.  The young man defended his sister gallantly, firing upon the enemy as they approached, and then wielding the butt of his rifle with a fury that drew their whole attention upon himself, and gave his sister an opportunity of effecting her escape.  He quickly fell, however, under the tomahawks of his enemies, and was found at daylight, scalped and mangled in a shocking manner.  Of the whole family consisting of eight persons, when the attack commenced, only three escaped.  Four were killed upon the spot, and one (the second daughter) carried off as a prisoner.

“The neighborhood was quickly alarmed, and by daylight about thirty men were assembled under the command of Colonel Edwards.  A light snow had fallen during the latter part of the night, and the Indian trail could be pursued at a gallop.  It led directly into the mountainous country bordering upon Licking, and afforded evidences of great hurry and precipitation on the part of the fugitives.  Unfortunately a hound had been permitted to accompany the whites, and as the trail became fresh and the scent warm, she followed it with eagerness, baying loudly and giving the alarm to the Indians.  The consequences of this imprudence were soon displayed.  The enemy finding the pursuit keen, and perceiving that the strength of the prisoner began to fail, instantly sunk their tomahawks in her head and left her, still warm and bleeding, upon the snow.”

As the whites came up, she retained strength enough to waive her hand in token of recognition, and appeared desirous of giving them some information, with regard to the enemy, but her strength was too far gone.  Her brother sprung from his horse and knelt by her side, endeavoring to stop the effusion of blood, but in vain.  She gave him her hand, muttered some inarticulate words, and expired within two minutes