139 into the river, but since has been excavated for a railway track. On this bluff the jealous white squaw met her chief and paramour face to face. It was but a look of a moment. He sprang up with his knife to strike, but in rising she struck him, and, as he fell back over the ledge, she bounded at the creole beauty, who had thus wronged her, and she, too, went over the precipice, dragging with her the white squaw to a like speedy death. Some Indian converts, who had followed her to the bluff, descended to the river, took the three corpses from the shallow water, carried them to the mission houses at New Schoen brunn, and related the tragedy. The missionary refused them burial in the Christian graveyard ; directed the bodies to be taken into the forest, and interred beyond the sound of the church bell, that once echoed from old Schoenbrunn. The main incidents of the foregoing tragedy were communicated by Captain Killbuck to General Shane, an early settler, who related them to the writer more than a generation by, and it is a curious fact, that in the sum- mei* of 1875, a farmer named Hensel, while digging for ore, found on one of his hills, not
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