Alexandria Gazette & Daily Advertiser

A soldier in the American army, belonging to Weston, Mass. about the time Gen. Brock was killed at the battle of --, was on a scouting party one day. Being a man of courage, enterprize and sagacity, he was determined, if possible to obtain an accurate knowledge of the position of the enemy. For this purpose he ventured to separate from his companions. In the course of his reconnoitring alone, in an open field, he approached a wood, the under brush of which was very thick. His watchful eye discovered what he at first supposed to be some animal among the bushes. He immediately saw his mistake; it was an Indian with his rifle in his hand watching the soldier, evidently with the intention of advancing sufficiently near to make him a sure mark. For the soldier to retreat was now impossible, he thought he could not escape. He pretended not to see the Indian, and walked slowly towards him, with his gun cocked by his side, carefully observing his movements. They approached nearer and nearer; at length he saw the Indian bring the gun to his shoulder--and at that instant the soldier fell to the ground--the ball whistled its deadly music over his head. The soldier fell motionless. The Indian uttered the dreadful yell which signifies the death of an enemy, and drawing the bloody scalping knife, (but forgetting to reload his piece) advanced with hasty strides, thirsting for murder, and anticipating the reward for the scalp. The soldier, motionless, permitted him to approach within ten paces: he then, with the utmost composure, sprung upon his feet.--The savage stood aghast. The soldier, with deliberate aim, put two balls directly through his heart. A hoarse groan was the only sound that issued from the fallen savage. This son of the forest was at least six feet five inches in height. The soldier took the Indian's rifle, returned to the camp, and sold it for 25 dollars.