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The editor of the Daily News, of Cordele, wants us to come over to the big blow out in that city on the 4th of July, and says if the door is not come-in-atble for us to push up a sash. That’s too slow, brother, for the Breeze—a stick of dynamite in the key hole will let you know we are knocking for admittance. Now, listen out! Murriell’s Band. Four Years With the Robbers. 1836 to 1840, Facts Furnished and Sworn to by Two Citizens of Southern Georgia- All Rights Reserved. Synopsis of previous Chapters. At the corner lines ot Georgia, Alabama and Tennessee we find the Murriell hand, afterwards Swift Foot, an Indian alley arrived with a lmly prisoner that he had raptured from Virginia. Her father, with an Indian Guide, Strong Arm, and some friends arrived a as Murriell and the Swift Fool’s fiuvrs went together. In the light Murriell was defeated hut an Irish A meriean escaped with the girl into a cave. She was not found and in traveling -front there the girl was putin the care of two men Ready and Green, who camped at a mill, in Floyd county, rnd were just leav ing there when Murriell’s hand. Sly Fox and the Virginia rescuing party arrived, and a light was in progress when we left them. Chapter, hi. (Concluded) The fight was a three cornered affair. Murriel did not care to kill any one, £>ut it was his desire to recapture Catherine Young and hold her for money, and if possible to take Ready and Green, members of his band in whom he had placed great confidence, and with whom he had entrusted the care of the girl. Murriell was not only a thief and robber but was a great man to ac complish by strategy what lie could not hv force, and as the fight be tween the hands progressed, i>y some means, he held a consultatron with Sly Fox-. After this it was noticed that Sly Fox engaged the attention of Col. Y oung in front, but no where could Murriel and his big roan horse be seen. They had as suddenly dis appeared as if the ground had open ed and swallowed them. The wild whoops of the Indians as they circled around Col. Young’s handful of men, which was made a little stronger by the addition of oT Green, Ready and Shep Ryals. filled the air with discord, but as the white people were on an eleva tion on all sides except the west— the side where the mill stood—be hind them, they could not sneak on them. Some of them, the In dians, were armed with fire-arms, old style flint-lock rifles a.ul pistols, but most of them had only hows and arrows. “Give them the divil. See the nager roll down the hill,” exclaim ed Mike Ready, as an Indian who came too near was shot and rolled, from his horse down the hill. “Fire straight boys!” ordered Col. Young as he dashed down the line of men that were hid behind pines, clay-roots and stumps. “Don’t waste a bullet. Hello, Shepherd, where is Catherine?” “She was just behind that clamp of bushes a moment ago,” said the young man who we remember as the man who came into the camp by the old mill the night before. “Ride down there,” he continued, as he rammed a bullet down riile, “and you’ll find her.” He rode on, and around, and he, found where the ground was alt trampled down by a horse and the foot prints of a tiny shoe but ni> K irl - . “Where is that girl, Shep Ryals ijj* he exclaimed, as he rode back to where that young man was still loading and firing at the Indians who made another circle, shoulder ed several dead bodies on tfifiir horses and with unearthly yetis dashed away in retreat, going back, in the direction of the river, ihe way they had come. p “The Gurl is gone! The gurl is gone! exclaimed Mike Ready as he threw himself on the ground and rolled over and over. “Get up from there, Mike,” tfeAm manded Col. Young, “and lejus see about this. Shep says she Was here a short while ago. She can not be far away. “How long since you noticed her, young man, the anxious father inquired. “She called my attention to the meeting of the white man an the roan ho.se and the Indian on the black, In front of us,” answered Ryols. “Why, boy, that was an hour ago—that was Murriell and Sly Fox. Havn’t you seen her since. “No Sir.” “Why, that’s strange. You and Mike were to guard her against supprise—against capture, and now she is gone!” “Gone, the divil.” exclaimed Mike, as he fell on the ground and begun to groan and call on St. Patrick to save the gurl from Mur ' riell. “Don’t be a fool. The girl is gone and it is your fault. Perhaps is in the creek, or mill pond, or swamp, freightened to death.” “Sure I did, Misther Young, Misther Young. Yissur; I watch ed the pretty gurl wid one eye and poked the blue-blazes to the Indian nagurs with the other,” answered Mike. Firing, having stopped on both sides, and the Indians having gone away a diligent search was made for Catherine, but she had gone without a trace to sthow, but near the “clump of bushes” as Ryals called them, a crumpled and soiled note was found. It was written to Murriell and signed by Wrn. Gas ton. and read as follows : Columbus, Ga., 1836. John Murriell: —Messenger re ceived. He rode through in a day. Will meet you at bend in river above Columbus. Wait till you come. Will carry girl to Mobile. Wm. Gaston. Chapter iv. Sly Fox was a ferocious Indian of the Cherokee tribe, and while he had done a good deal of work in connection with Swift Foot, who was killed at the mill, he had never assumed the leadership of any ex pedition. He had made a name as a warrior, and a cautious woods man. I'but had done so under the guidance of Swift Foot and “Sleepy Eyes.” Hewascalled “Sly Fox,” becaqse of his cunning nature and superiority as a sleuth. He was a bitter enemy of the palefaces, and it is recorded that his cruelty ex tended to the murder of children at the breast. One of his chief de lights was in the torture of prisoners who were so unfortunate as to fall into the hands of his people. When Col. Young was informed by “Sjjong Arm,” his own Indian guidet. that .Sly Fox was in leaugue witjC.Alurriell, he felt uneasy, re membering the character and des perate hatred of the man for white people, but after he discovered that Catherine had disappeared again, found the note from Gaston to Murriel he was convinced that his fears were well founded, for this Indian was known in Tennessee and Virginia to be one of the most sagacious, devilish engineers of diabolical plots that ever studied meanness, and it was beginning to appear that the Indian and Murriell hud outwitted the white people, for while the Indians carried on the fight in front, keep’ing attention in that direction. Murriell had slipped to the rear and overpower ed and carried Catherine away. And the note from Gaston was in direct keeping with the character aind practices of Murriell. He was after the girl for the money that he could sell her for, and while she had escaped the clutches of Scar Face, the Indian who wanted her for a squttw, it seemed, from ap pearances and the known reputa tion of Gaston, an old river pirate and cotton stealer, that Murriell would, in delivering her to Gaston, at Columbus, consign her to a name less fate—one worse than death, to this beautiful girl, young in years ami carefully and tenderly reared. When Col. Young overcame his emotions, his friends were around him, and in silence told better than by words their sympathy for his grief. They all knew Catherine, and as they had often visited the old Virginia home where she had been raised, remembered her win some, winning manner toward them. Their quivering" lips and flashing eyes told in unmistakable language that they were willing to follow her captors, even to the death. “Men!” said Col. Young, as he looked around at his faithful Iriends and neighbors, “It makes no differ ence who is to blame or who is not to blame, Catherine, my baby girl, is in the hands of the banditts and she must be recovered. Some of my neighbors who come out with ine when she was first taken from their families longer than we ex pected, and they may desire to re turn. If they do I shall excuse them with thanks. Who will go with me to follow until she is re-taken or go to our graves? Stand in a line, all that will go, that I may see.” Every man stood up—White, Williams, Shiver, Dasher, Robin son, Brewer, Spiller, Vines, Ebehart, Anderson, Ryals, Green and Ready. “Thank you, my brave, true friends. Now, who knows the country ? We are out of our own latitute, and must have a guide;” “Myself and Mike Ready know the country, know the trails, the paths, the roads and 1 know the man,” answered Green. “Know what man?” asked Shep Ryals. I “I know Wm. Gaston,” replied Green. 'N “You do!” exclaimed Co'. A oung, “What do you know of him. What does he want of my beautiful, darling baby? “I hope he doesn’t want her—or I hope he will never get her in his clutches. I would rather cut my daughter’s throat from ear to ear than have her to fall in the hands of that man. From the mouth of the Chattahoochee as far up as he can pull his old boat there are homes from which girls have been stolen by him or by those in his employ, lie carries them down the river, and across to Mobile, and some have been carried even to Cuba where they are sold for a price. What their lives are can better be imagined than told. God save your daughter!” Amen ! came from the throats of every father. When the battle began between the contending parties, as we have shown in the 3rd chapter, Catherine Young was placed in the safest place to be found, in a clump of trees and bushes, dismounted, with the horse between her and the af fray. She was a dead shot with a gun or pistol, and after Heady and his companions had found this fact out she was given the best pistol in the crowd, but she had not been provided with ammunation, an, oversight on her part as well as the others. So when the Indians and robbers began to crowd her father and her friends she made a breast work of her horse, with her saddle for a rest and as often as they came in range, forty or fifty yards a puff of smoke, and a riderless horse galloping about on the field told that the girl was at work. This continued until the old English pepper-box of a pistol was empty, and then, for ‘he first time, Cath erine realized that she \vas helpless. She saw the meeting of Murriell and Sly Fox, in full view of the parties on both sides, but, while, she may have had koine misgivings, beleiving a truce was being patched up, she did not know in what way it would effect her, and so, busily watching the fight in front she was perfectly surprised when Murriell and three of Ins men rode up to where she was, and before she saw her real position was raised from the ground by the strong arms of one of the men and seated in front of Murriell on the big roan horse. She screamed and endeavored to free herself from his grasp, but she was held as if by a vice while it heavy hand closed over her mouth. The imagination of the reader must be called upon to even surmise what thoughts rolled through the girl’s mind, as she was again in the hands of enemies and being carried away from the rescuing party, even after she had seen her father at the head of friends battling for her release. After riding in the manner de scribed the hand was taken off the girl’s mouth and her captor said : “Atfiss Young, if you are uncom fortable riding with me you may have a horse by yourself.” “Uncomfortable riding with you? What else could your presence be?” answered ;Catheri ne. “Perhaps it may not be as com fortable with me as it will be with Capt. Win. Gaston, on the Chatta hoochee and the Gulf?” “Capt. Gaston?” “That’s what I said, young lady.” “Is he an accomplice of yours,” she asked. “Well, you qiay count it'what you may, and call him what you will, but he has written to me that he wanted to make your acquain tance. So anxious are we to carry out his request that we have lost some valuable time and lives in getting you to accompany us.” “And it will cost as much time and more lives,” she suggested. “You talk like a prophetress, young lady, but you must not think me fool enough to trust you with 1 two traitors as was done before.” ! Murriell stopped, dismounted and [hastily had Miss Catherine placed lon the back of another horse. The saddle was well girthed, a second girth passing around the girl’s waist made her fast. Her hands were left free but she was not allowed to handle the bridle—the horse was lead by a halter, while a man rode (Continued on fourth page.) No. 5