"My son, we are a broken family; we shall never all meet again on earth. Charlie disappeared at the first attack. I did not see him killed; and you know what a quick, active boy he is, and he may have escaped, although the chances were fearfully against him. Sarah was overtaken by an Indian, and tomahawked while flying home from the store." "And Bub?" sobbed Tom. "That was one of the crudest of the cruelties connected with the outbreak. There was an Indian who made great professions of friendship, visiting our cabin almost daily. You saw him, Tom, when you visited us. We treated him very kindly, and made him many presents. He seemed to have a particular liking to Bub, and Bub was fond of him, and would always run to meet him when he saw him coming. The day of the fatal attack, he made his appearance as usual, and Bub, with an exclamation of joy, hastened to be the first to greet him, when, as the child drew laughingly near, the treacherous savage raised his rifle, and shot him through the head. This was the signal for the assault. Sarah was standing at the time in the store door opposite, and, seeing the murder, started for the house, her face terribly pale with fright. So terrified was she that it seemed as if she flew rather than ran; but the same savage swiftly pursued her, and, being nearer the house than she, struck her down with his tomahawk. But Robert has been left to us, and a brave, good boy has he been." Tom was so absorbed that he had not noticed the quiet entrance of Captain Manly and others of the command, who, seated or standing around the room, listened intently to his mother's account of the massacre. As she concluded, the captain said,-- "I had taken the precaution, madam, to bring the surgeon along with me; and if you desire it, he will examine your husband's wounds, and see what is best to be done for him." At which the doctor stepped forward and proceeded to probe and dress the wound. "It is an ugly hurt," remarked the surgeon, "but by good care and nursing he may rally." "Just what are impossible," answered the captain, "in this place. Would it do to remove him, doctor?" "If a good litter was prepared," was the reply, "there would be less risk in doing so than in leaving him in this wretched hole." "Particularly," added the captain, "as the red-skins would be sure to come back to finish their fiendish work. And I would propose, madam, that, after my men have taken a little rest, we remove you and your family at once to the fort, where you shall receive the best of attention, and everything be done for your husband that skill and medicine and needful comforts can do for his recovery." Mrs. Jones glanced at the ghastly wound of her husband.