JAMES HARROD, OF HARRODSBURG. 243 
venture, is, that when, two hours afterward, Harrod struck 
the bank of the Miami again, he saw upon a pile of drift 
wood, which had collected at the mouth of one of the small 
tributaries of the stream, some living object, which he took 
for a large turtle glistening in the sun, as he struggled to 
drag his unwieldy body upon the logs to bask. 
He stopped to gaze; and imagine his astonishment, when 
he saw a, tall Indian drag his body slowly from the water, and 
finally seat himself upon the logs. He had lost his gun, and 
commenced endeavoring to stifle the bleeding from a bullet 
wound in his shoulder. Harrod knew that it was the second 
Indian he had shot, and who had most probably reached one of 
the pieces of drift wood of which the swollen river was at pre- 
sent full, and sustained himself: by it all this distance, badly 
wounded as he was. 
Here was a trial for such a man as Harrod; his foe was 
wounded and helpless; take him prisoner he feared would be 
impossible, and letting him escape he felt to be contrary to 
his duty to his own people. He thought within himself some 
little time before deciding upon his course, for shoot the poor 
wretch he could not. 
His determination formed, he made a wide circuit, and 
crept cautiously upon the wounded warrior from behind; a 
large tree stood close to the drift, which being gained, Harrod 
laid down his gun, then suddenly stepping into full view from 
behind the tree, raised his hands to show that he was un- 
armed. 
“Uguh!” grunted the astonished warrior, making a sudden 
movement as if to plunge into the water again. Harrod placed 
hig hand upon his heart, spoke two words in the Shawanee 
tongue, when the Indian paused, and looking at him a moment 
earnestly, bowed his head in token of submission. Harrod 
helped him to the bank, tore his own shirt and bound up thé 
wound with cooling herbs; and then, as he found the savage 
unable to walk, threw him across his broad shoulders, and bore 
