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CAPTAIN OCHTERLONY AND ENSIGN PEYTON. 347 who cried out, “Oh Peyton! the villain has shot me." Not

yet fatiated with cruelty, the barbarian sprung upon him, and stabbed him in the belly with his scalping-knife. The captain having parted with his fufil, had no weapon for his defence, as none of the officers wore swords in the action. The three ruffians, finding him ftill alive, endeavoured to strangle him with his own fash; and he was now upon his knees, struggling against them with surprifing ex. ertion. Mr. Peyton, at this juncture, having a doublebarrelled musquet in his hand, and seeing the distress of his friend, fired at one of the Indians, who dropped dead on the spot. The other thinking the ensign would now be an easy prey, advanced towards him; and Mr. Peyton, having taken good aim at the distance of four yards, difcharged his piece the second time, but it seemed to take no effect. The favage fired in his turn, and wounded the enlign in the shoulder; then, rushing upon him, thrust his bayonet through his body. He repeated the blow, which Mr. Peyton attempting to parry, received another wound in his left hand: nevertheless he feized the Indian's musquet with the fame hand, pulled him forwards, and with his right drawing a dagger which hung by his fide, plunged it in the barbarian's side. A violent struggle ensued: but at length Mr. Peyton was uppermost; and, with repeated strokes of his dagger, killed his antagonist outright. Here he was seized with an unaccountable emotion of curiosity, to know whether or not his shot had taken place on the body of the Indian : he accordingly turned him up; and, stripping off his blanket, perceived that the ball had penetrated quite through the cavity of the breast. Having thus obtained a dear-bought victory, he ftarted up on one leg, and saw Captain Ochterlony standing at the distance of fixty yards, close by the enemy's breaft-work, with the French soldier attending him. Mr. Peyton then called aloud“ Captain Ochterlony, I am glad to see you have at last


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got under protection. Beware of that villain, who is more barbarous than the savages. God bless you, my dear Captain! I see a party of Indians coming this way, and expect to be murdered immediately.” A number of those barbarians had for some time been employed on the left, in scalping and pillaging the dying and the dead that were left upon the field of battle; and above thirty of them were in full march to destroy Mr. Peyton. This gentleman knew he had no mercy to expect ; for, should his life be spared for the present, they would have afterwards insisted upon facrificing him to the manes of their brethren whom he had Nain ; and in that cafe he would have been put to death by the most excruciating tortures. Full of this idea, he snatched up his musquet ; and notwithstanding his broken leg, ran about forty yards without halting. Feeling himself now totally disabled, and incapable of proceeding one step farther, he loaded his piece, and presented it to the two foremost Indians, who stood aloof, waiting to be joined by their fellows; while the French, from their breast. works, kept up a continual fire of cannon and small arms, upon this poor, solitary, maimed gentleman. In this uncomfortable situation he stood, when he discerned at a distance, a Highland officer with a party of his men, skirting the plain towards the field of battle. He forthwith wayed his hand in signal of distress, and being perceived by the officer, he detached three of his men to his assistance. These brave fellows hastened to him through the midst of a terrible fire, and one of them bore him off on his shoulders. The Highland officer was Captain Macdonald, of Colonel Frazier's battalion ; who understanding that a young genteman, his kinsman, had dropped on the field of battle, had put himself at the head of this party, with which he penetrated to the middle of the field, drove a considerable number of the French and Indians before him, and finding his relation still unscalped, carried him off in triumph, and



349 he recovered. But poor Captain Ochterlony was conveyed to Quebeck, where, in a few days, he died. After the reduction of that place, the French surgeons who attended him declared, that in all probability he would have recovered of the two shots he had received in his breast, had not he been mortally wounded in the belly by the Indian's scalp

ing knife.

As this very remarkable scene was acted in sight of both armies, General Townshend, in the sequel, expoftulated with the French officers upon the inhumanity of keeping up such a severe fire against two wounded gentlemen who were disabled, and deftitute of all hope of escaping. They answered, that the fire was not made by the regulars, but by the Canadians and savages, whom it was not in the power of discipline to restrain.

MR. GRANGER, By permitting the following Extraordinary Account to be inserted in your excellent Museum, you will oblige your constant Reader, Dartford, Feb. 10.

J. M-k. Among other transactions that distinguish the history of Great Britain, scarce a year glides away without producing some incident that strongly marks the singular character of the English nation. A very extraordinary instance of this nature, relating to the late Duke of Marlborough, occurred towards the latter end of the year 1757.

Towards the end of November, in the above year, the above-mentioned nobleman received by the post, a letter directed “ To his Grace the Duke of Marlborough, with care and speed,” and containing this address: “ My Lord,

“As ceremony is an idle thing upon most occasions, more especially to persons in my ftate of mind, I lrall proceed immediately to acquaint you with the motive and end of addressing this epistle to you, which is equally interesting to us both. You are to know then, that my present fituaiion in life is such, that I should prefer annihilation to a continuance in it. Desperate diseases require desperate remedies; and you are the man I have pitched upon, either to make me or unmake yourself. As I never had the ho. nour to live among the great, the tenor of my proposals will not be very courtly; but let that be an argument to enforce a belief of what I am now going to write. It has employed my invention for some time to find out a method of destroying another without exposing my own life: that I have accomplished, and defy the law. Now for the application of it. I am desperate, and must be provided for. You have it in your power ; it is my business to make it your inclination to serve me, which you must determine to comply with, by procuring me a genteel support for my life, or your own will be at a period before this feffion of parliament is over. I have more motives than one for singling you out upon this occasion, and I give you this fair warning, because the means I shall make use of are too fatal to be eluded by the power of phyfic. If you think this of any consequence you will not fail to meet the author on Sunday next, at ten in the morning, or on Monday (if the weather should be rainy on Sunday) near the first tree beyond the style in Hyde-Park, in the foot walk to Kenfington. Secresy and compliance may preserve you from a double danger of this fort, as there is a certain part of the world where your death has more than been wilhed for von other motives. I know the world too well to trust this secret in any breast but my own. · A few days determine me your friend or enemy."



“ You will apprehend I mean you should be alone; and




depend upon it, that a discovery of any artifice in this affair will be fatal to you. My fafety is insured by my silence, for confeffion only can condemn me."

The Duke, in compliance with this strange remonftrance, appeared at the time and place appointed, on horseback and alone, with pistols before him, and the star of his order displayed, that he might be the more easily known. He had likewise taken the precaution of engaging a friend to attend in the park, at such a distance, however, as scarce to be observable. He continued some time on the spot without seeing any person he could suspect of having wrote the letter, and then rode away; but chancing to turn his head when he reached Hyde-Park corner, he perceived a man standing at the bridge, and looking at the water, within

twenty yards of the tree which was described in the letter, He forthwith rode back at a gentle pace, and passing by the person expected to be addressed; but as no advance of this kind was made, he, in re-passing, bowed to the stranger, and asked if he had not something to communicate. The Man replying, “ No, I don't know you;" the Duke told him his name, adding, “ Now you know me, I ima- . gine you have something to say to me.” But he still answered in the negative, and the Duke rode home. In a day or two after this transaction, another letter was brought to him, couched in the following terins;

My Lord,

“ You receive this as an acknowledgment of your punctuality as to the time and place of meeting on Sunday lait, though it was owing to you it answered no purpose. The pageantry of being armed, and the enlign of your order were useless and too conspicuous. You needed no atiendant, the place was not calculated for mischief, nor was any intended. If you walk in the West aitle of Westminfter Abbey, towards eleven o'clock on Sunday next, your

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