"I came across to inquire about the
young people who left the Village of Peace. Was glad to learn from
Jonathan they got out all right."
"Yes, indeed, we're all glad. Come and sit down. Of course you'll
stay over night. You look tired and worn. Well, no wonder, when you
saw that Moravian massacre. You must tell me about it. I saw Sam
Brady yesterday, and he spoke of seeing you over there. Sam told me
a good deal. Ah! here's Jim now."
The young missionary came out of the open door, and the two young
men greeted each other warmly.
"How is she?" asked Christy, when the first greetings had been
exchanged.
"Nell's just beginning to get over the shock. She'll be glad to see
you."
"Jonathan tells me you got married just before Girty came up with
you at Beautiful Spring."
"Yes; it is true. In fact, the whole wonderful story is true, yet I
cannot believe as yet. You look thin and haggard. When we last met
you were well."
"That awful time pulled me down. I was an unwilling spectator of all
that horrible massacre, and shall never get over it. I can still see
the fiendish savages running about with the reeking scalps of their
own people. I actually counted the bodies of forty-nine grown
Christians and twenty-seven children. An hour after you left us the
church was in ashes, and the next day I saw the burned bodies.
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