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Betty Zane
by Zane Grey
TO THE BETTY ZANE CHAPTER OF THE DAUGHTERS OF THE REVOLUTION THIS BOOK IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY THE AUTHOR
NOTE
In a quiet corner of the stately little city of Wheeling； West Va。； stands a monument on which is inscribed：
〃By authority of the State of West Virginia to commemorate the siege of Fort Henry； Sept 11； 1782； the last battle of the American Revolution； this tablet is here placed。〃
Had it not been for the heroism of a girl the foregoing inscription would never have been written； and the city of Wheeling would never have existed。 From time to time I have read short stories and magazine articles which have been published about Elizabeth Zane and her famous exploit； but they are unreliable in some particulars； which is owing； no doubt； to the singularly meagre details available in histories of our western border。
For a hundred years the stories of Betty and Isaac Zane have been familiar； oft…repeated tales in my familytales told with that pardonable ancestral pride which seems inherent in every one。 My grandmother loved to cluster the children round her and tell them that when she was a little girl she had knelt at the feet of Betty Zane； and listened to the old lady as she told of her brother's capture by the Indian Princess； of the burning of the Fort； and of her own race for life。 I knew these stories by heart when a child。
Two years ago my mother came to me with an old note book which had been discovered in some rubbish that had been placed in the yard to burn。 The book had probably been hidden in an old picture frame for many years。 It belonged to my great…grandfather； Col。 Ebenezer Zane。 From its faded and time…worn pages I have taken the main facts of my story。 My regret is that a worthier pen than mine has not had this wealth of material。
In this busy progressive age there are no heroes of the kind so dear to all lovers of chivalry and romance。 There are heroes； perhaps； but they are the patient sad…faced kind； of whom few take cognizance as they hurry onward。 But cannot we all remember some one who suffered greatly； who accomplished great deeds； who died on the battlefieldsome one around whose name lingers a halo of glory？ Few of us are so unfortunate that we cannot look backward on kith or kin and thrill with love and reverence as we dream of an act of heroism or martyrdom which rings down the annals of time like the melody of the huntsman's horn； as it peals out on a frosty October morn purer and sweeter with each succeeding note。
If to any of those who have such remembrances； as well as those who have not； my story gives an hour of pleasure I shall be rewarded。
PROLOGUE
On June 16； 1716； Alexander Spotswood； Governor of the Colony of Virginia； and a gallant soldier who had served under Marlborough in the English wars； rode； at the head of a dauntless band of cavaliers； down the quiet street of quaint old Williamsburg。
The adventurous spirits of this party of men urged them toward the land of the setting sun； that unknown west far beyond the blue crested mountains rising so grandly before them。
Months afterward they stood on the western range of the Great North mountains towering above the picturesque Shenendoah Valley； and from the summit of one of the loftiest peaks； where； until then； the foot of a white man had never trod； they viewed the vast expanse of plain and forest with glistening eyes。 Returning to Williamsburg they told of the wonderful richness of the newly discovered country and thus opened the way for the venturesome pioneer who was destined to overcome all difficulties and make a home in the western world。
But fifty years and more passed before a white man penetrated far beyond the purple spires of those majestic mountains。
One bright morning in June； 1769； the figure of a stalwart； broad shouldered man could have been seen standing on the wild and rugged promontory which rears its rocky bluff high above the Ohio river； at a point near the mouth of Wheeling Creek。 He was alone save for the companionship of a deerhound that crouched at his feet。 As he leaned on a long rifle； contemplating the glorious scene that stretched before km； a smile flashed across his bronzed cheek； and his heart bounded as he forecast the future of that spot。 In the river below him lay an island so round and green that it resembled a huge lily pad floating placidly on the water。 The fresh green foliage of the trees sparkled with glittering dewdrops。 Back of him rose the high ridges； and； in front； as far as eye could reach； extended an unbroken forest。
Beneath him to the left and across a deep ravine he saw a wide level clearing。 The few scattered and blackened tree stumps showed the ravages made by a forest fire in the years gone by。 The field was now overgrown with hazel and laurel bushes； and intermingling with them w ere the trailing arbutus； the honeysuckle； and the wild rose。 A fragrant perfume was wafted upward to him。 A rushing creek bordered one edge of the clearing。 After a long quiet reach of water； which could be seen winding back in the hills； the stream tumbled madly over a rocky ledge； and white with foam； it hurried onward as if impatient of long restraint； and lost its individuality in the broad Ohio。
This solitary hunter was Colonel Ebenezer Zane。 He was one of those daring men； who； as the tide of emigration started westward； had left his friends and family and had struck out alone into the wilderness。 Departing from his home in Eastern Virginia he had plunged into the woods； and after many days of hunting and exploring； he reached the then far Western Ohio valley。
The scene so impressed Colonel Zane that he concluded to found a settlement there。 Taking 〃tomahawk possession〃 of the locality （which consisted of blazing a few trees with his tomahawk）； he built himself a rude shack and remained that summer on the Ohio。
In the autumn he set out for Berkeley County； Virginia； to tell his people of the magnificent country he had discovered。 The following spring he persuaded a number of settlers； of a like spirit with himself； to accompany him to the wilderness。 Believing it unsafe to take their families with them at once； they left them at Red Stone on the Monongahela river； while the men； including Colonel Zane； his brothers Silas； Andrew； Jonathan and Isaac； the Wetzels； McCollochs； Bennets； Metzars and others； pushed on ahead。
The country through which they passed was one tangled； most impenetrable forest； the axe of the pioneer had never sounded in this region； where every rod of the way might harbor some unknown danger。
These reckless bordermen knew not the meaning of fear； to all； daring adventure was welcome； and the screech of a redskin and the ping of a bullet were familiar sounds； to the Wetzels； McCollochs and Jonathan Zane the hunting of Indians was the most thrilling passion of their lives； indeed； the Wetzels； particularly； knew no other occupation。 They had attained a wonderful skill with the rifle； long practice had rendered their senses as acute as those of the fox。 Skilled in every variety of woodcraft； with lynx eyes ever on the alert for detecting a trail； or the curling smoke of some camp fire； or the minutest sign of an enemy； these men stole onward through the forest with the cautious but dogged and persistent determination that was characteristic of the settler。
They at length climbed the commanding bluff overlooking the majestic river； and as they gazed out on the undulating and uninterrupted area of green； their hearts beat high with hope。
The keen axe； wielded by strong arms； soon opened the clearing and reared stout log cabins on the river bluff。 Then Ebenezer Zane and his followers moved their families and soon the settlement began to grow and flourish。 As the little village commenced to prosper the redmen became troublesome。 Settlers were shot while plowing the fields or gathering the harvests。 Bands of hostile Indians prowled around and made it dangerous for anyone to leave the clearing。 Frequently the first person to appear in the early morning would be shot at by an Indian concealed in the woods。
General George Rodgers Clark； commandant of the Western Military Department； arrived at the village in 1774。 As an attack from the savages was apprehended during the year the settlers determined to erect a fort as a defense for the infant settlement。 It was planned by General Clark and built by the people themselves。 At first they called it Fort Fincastle； in honor of Lord Dunmore； who； at the time of its erection； was Governor of the Colony of Virginia。 In 1776 its name was changed to Fort。 Henry； in honor of Patrick Henry。
For many years it remained the most famous fort on the frontier； having withstood numberless Indian attacks and two memorable sieges； one in 1777； which year is called the year of the 〃Bloody Sevens；〃 and again in 1782。 In this last siege the British Rangers under Hamilton took part with the Indians； making the attack practically the last battle of the Revolution。
BETTY ZANE
CHAPTER I。
The Zane family was a remarkable one in early days； and most of its members are historical characters。
The first Zane of whom any trace can be found