ing a small Indian village on Paint creek. When they arrived pear the town they were surprised by about forty Indians whom they put to flight. On account of the town being apprised of the approach of the whites, the project of surprising and taking the town was abandoned."

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McClung's version gives a more detailed statement, as follows: "Kenton sustained two sieges in Boonesborough and served as a spy with equal diligence and success, until the summer of 1778, when Boone, returning from captivity, concerted an expedition against the small Indian town on Paint creek. Kenton acted as a spy in this expedition. * * Being some distance in advance of the rest, he was suddenly startled by hearing a loud laugh from an adjoining thicket which he was about to enter. Instantly halting, he took his position behind a tree, and anxiously awaited a repetition of the noise. In a few minutes, two Indians approached the spot where he lay, both mounted upon a small pony, and chatting and laughing in high good humor. Having permitted them to approach within good rifle distance, he raised his gun, and, aiming at the breast of the foremost, pulled the trigger. Both Indians fell-one shot dead, the other severely wounded. Their frightened pony galloped back into the cane, giving alarm to the rest of the party, who were some distance in the rear." I abbreviate the remainder of the account. Kenton ran forward to dispatch the wounded Indian and secure the scalps, but while thus engaged, he heard a rustling in the cane, and looking up, "he beheld two Indians within twenty steps of him, very deliberately taking aim at his person." Kenton jumped aside and the bullets whistled near his head. He ran to the shelter of a tree, and a dozen more Indians emerged from the canebrake; but just then Boone and the others ran up, "and opening a brisk fire upon the Indians, quickly compelled them to regain the shelter of the canebrake, with the loss of several wounded." A surprise of the town being now impossible, Boone returned with all the men except Kenton and Montgomery. These two "determined to proceed alone to the Indian town, and at least obtain some recompense for the trouble of their journey." They did so, took four horses, and making a rapid night's march, returned in safety to Kentucky. McClung continues, "Scarcely had he returned when

Col. Bowman ordered him to take his friend Montgomery, and another young man named Clark, and go on a secret expedition to an Indian town on the Little Miami, against which the Colonel meditated an expedition, and of the exact condition of which he wished to have 'certain information. They instantly set out in obedience of their orders, and reached the neighborhood of the town without being discovered." From this point on the accounts given by McDonald (or quoted) and by McClung agree in all the essential points. The small difference is that McDonald says they attempted to cross the Ohio at the mouth of Eagle creek, but the Kentons said that in the first raid, when four horses had been taken, they crossed the Ohio at Eagle creek, but in the second, the attempt to cross was made at the mouth of White Oak, ten miles further down the Ohio. The pursuit, the failure to cross, the death of Montgomery, the escape of Clark, the capture of Kenton, the wild ride back to Chillicothe, the gauntlet, etc., etc., are the same in both narratives. McClung says "on the Little Miami ;" McDonald, as quoted, says "they proceeded to Chillicothe," and so they did, but it was not the town on Paint creek.

The council decided not to burn Kenton at Chillicothe, but to go to Wapatomica, on the upper waters of Mad river. Kenton asked a renegade white man what would be done with him at Wapatomica. He replied, "Burn you, G-d d-n you." Kenton resolved to escape. His conductors started on the trip. Kenton "meditating an effort for liberty, and as often shrinking from the attempt. At length he was aroused from his reverie by the Indians firing off their guns, and raising the scalp halloo. The signal was soon answered, and the deep roll of a drum was heard in front." Then Kenton "sprung into the bushes and fled with the speed of a wild deer. The pursuit was instant and keen, some on foot, some on horseback." In his flight Kenton ran into a company of horsemen who were coming from the village to meet those who were conducting Kenton. "He was again haltered and driven before them to the town like an ox to the slaughter house. Upon reaching the village (Pickaway), he was fastened to a stake near the door of the council house, and the warriors again assembled in debate. In a short time they issued

from the council house, and surrounding him, they danced, yelled, * On the following morning

etc., for several hours.

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their journey was continued

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and on the second day he arrived at Waughcotomoco." [This is McClung's way of spelling; others usually write Wapatomica.]

The correctness of this account is confirmed by all the testimony touching it. The journey from Chillicothe to Pickaway, [usually written Piqua, six miles from Springfield, down Mad river] was made in one day, with several hours to spare. The distance from the Chillicothe on the Little Miami is about twelve miles in a straight line, the distance from the Chillicothe on Paint creek is about fifty miles similarly measured. To travel the distance in one day and have "several hours" to spare, was easily practicable from the town on the Little Miami. But to travel the distance from the Chillicothe on Paint creek, to Piqua, and have "several hours" to spare, when you reflect that the windings of the journey would add some miles to the distance, was absolutely impossible. Some one has confused his Chillicothes.

"He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it."

It is with great reluctance that I have taken time to expose the "mistakes" made by Dr. Morgan, or those on whom he relied, and I decline any further controversy on the subject.

R. W. MCFARLANLD.

THE BUCKEYE.

BY ALICE WILLIAMS BROTHERTON.

The rose and the thistle and the shamrock green And the leek are the flowers of Britain; The fleur-de-lys on the flag of France

In a band of blood is written;

But what shall we claim for our own fair land, What flower for our own fair token?

The golden rod? or the tasseled maize?

For each has its own bard spoken,

Oh, the tasseled corn for the whole broad land,
For the Union no power can sever;

But the buckeye brown for the Buckeye State
Shall be our badge forever.

Like twisted thorns are the waving plumes
Of the buckeye blossom yellow,

The buckeye leaf is an open hand

To greet either foe or fellow;

And brown as the eyes of the antlered deer,
Is the fruit from the branches shaken,
Of the sturdy tree that in Buckeye hearts
Can a loyal throb awaken.

Oh, the tasseled corn for the whole broad land
For the Union no power can sever;

But the buckeye brown for the Buckeye State
Shall be our badge forever.

Oh, the stalwart oak, and the bristling pine
And the beech, are a stately trio;

But dearer to me is the spreading tree
That grows by the fair Ohio.

The buckeye tree with its branches broad,
Its burr with the brown fruit laden,

Is the dearest tree that springs from the sod,
To the Buckeye man or maiden.

Oh, the tasseled corn for the whole broad land
For the Union no power can sever;

But the buckeye brown for the Buckeye State
Shall be our badge forever.

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CENTENNIAL TRIBUTE TO OHIO.

BY JOHN HOPLEY.

Hail, fair OHIO, from the great Northwest,
The first established free state and the best;
Where bounteous Nature spread with lavish hand
A fertile soil throughout this favored land,
And filled the tree-crowned hills with varied stores
Of inexhaustible and precious ores,

Where flowing streams combine with inland seas
And stately forests, rustling in the breeze,
To make thee "beautiful"- with pride elate
We pay this tribute to our glorious state.

But greater than by produce of her mines
And fertile fields, our fair OHIO shines;
Her earnest sons in every land are found
Where enterprise with rich reward is crowned;
And whether nerve in act or nerve in brain
Be in demand OHIO's Sons sustain

The glory of their State and, prominent
In deed or council, still are dominant;

'Tis thus Ohio men build up her fame
And by their greatness glorify her name;

Though precious ores and corn and wine and oil,
Be the rich product of her fertile soil,

Yet most we glory in her greatness, when,

She demonstrates her chiefest product - MEN.
Bucyrus, Ohio.