I subsequently heard his sad tale from others, and then learned the manner in which Kate had been carried off. The old man’s companion was right—she had been made a prisoner by a predatory band of Indians, who had followed Butler, and deserted him directly after the massacre.
Beautiful as the Valley of the Wyoming is, I never have seen it, from that day to this, without thinking of the sad fate of Kate Beverly.
WE WERE BOYS TOGETHER.
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BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.
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We were boys together,
And never can forget,
The school-house on the heather,