And crying, "Judge, O God, between us twain!" A thousand daggers in his heart, fell slain. How They Brought Aid to Bryan's Station During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to ride through the besieging Indian and Tory lines to Lexington, Ky., for aid. It happened also during this siege that the pioneer women of the Fort, when the water supply was exhausted, heroically carried water from a spring, at a considerable distance outside the palisades of the Station, to its inmates, under the very guns of the enemy. With saddles girt and reins held fast, Our rifles well in front, at last Tom Bell and I were mounted. The gate swung wide. We said, "Good-bye." No time for talk had Bell and I. One said, "God speed!" another, "Fly!" Then out we galloped. Live or die, We felt each moment counted. The trace, the buffaloes had worn, Stretched broad before us; and the corn And cane through which it wended, We knew for acres from the gate Hid Indian guile and Tory hate. We rode with hearts that seemed to wait For instant death; and on our fate The Station's fate depended. No rifle cracked. No creature stirred, As on towards Lexington we spurred Unflinchingly together. We reached the woods: no savage shout Of all the wild Wyandotte rout And Shawanese had yet rung out: But now and then an Indian scout Showed here a face and feather. We rode expecting death each stride From thicket depth or tree-trunk side, Where some red foe might huddle-- For well we knew that renegade, The blood-stained Girty, had not stayed His fiends from us, who rode for aid,-- The dastard he who had betrayed The pioneers of Ruddle. And when an arrow grazed my hair I did not turn, I did not spare To spur as men spur warward: A war-whoop rang this side a rock: Then painted faces swarmed, to block Our way, with brandished tomahawk And rifle: then a shout, a shock-- And we again rode forward. They followed; but 'twas no great while Before from them by some long mile Of forest we were sundered. We galloped on. I'd lost my gun; And Bell, whose girth had come undone, Rode saddleless. The summer sun Was up when into Lexington Side unto side we thundered. Too late. For Todd had left that day With many men. Decoyed away To Hoy's by some false story. And we must after. Bryan's needs Said, "On!" although our gallant steeds Were blown--Enough! we must do deeds! Must follow where our duty leads, Be it to death or glory.