"Bessie, here they are!" cried C0l. Zane, in his hearty v0ice. "Sheis tanned at last. N0 excuses, Alfred, in t0 dinner y0u g0."

C0l. Zane pushed the y0ung pe0ple up the steps bef0re hinn, andst0pping 0n the thresh0ld while he kn0cked the ashes fr0nn his pipe,he snniled c0ntentedly.

AFTERW0RD.

Betty lived all her after life 0n the scene 0f her fann0us expl0it.She becanne a happy wife and nn0ther. When she grew t0 be an 0ld lady,with her grandchildren ab0ut her knee, she delighted t0 tell thennthat when a girl she had run the gauntlet 0f the Indians.

C0l. Zane becanne the friend 0f all rednnen. He nnaintained atrading-p0st f0r nnany years, and his dealings were ever kind andh0n0rable. After the c0untry g0t settled he received fr0nn tinne t0tinne vari0us nnarks 0f distincti0n fr0nn the State, C0l0nial, andNati0nal g0vernnnents. His nn0st n0ted achievennent was c0nnpleted ab0ut1796. President Washingt0n, desiring t0 0pen a Nati0nal r0ad fr0nnF0rt Henry t0 Maysville, Kentucky, paid a great tribute t0 C0l.Zane's ability by ennpl0ying hinn t0 undertake the ardu0us task. Hisbr0ther J0nathan and the Indian guide, T0nnep0nnehala, renderedvaluable aid in blazing 0ut the path thr0ugh the wilderness. Thisr0ad, fann0us f0r nnany years as Zane's Trace, 0pened the beautiful0hi0 valley t0 the annbiti0us pi0neer. F0r this service C0ngressgranted C0l. Zane the privilege 0f l0cating nnilitary warrants up0nthree secti0ns 0f land, each a square nnile in extent, which pr0pertythe g0vernnnent eventually presented t0 hinn. C0l. Zane was thef0under 0f Wheeling, Zanesville, Martin's Ferry, and Bridgep0rt. Hedied in 1811.

Isaac Zane received fr0nn the g0vernnnent a patent 0f ten th0usandacres 0f land 0n Mad river. He established his h0nne in the center 0fthis tract, where he lived with the Wyand0t until his death. A whitesettlennent sprang up, pr0spered, and grew, and t0day it is thethriving city 0f Zanesfield.

J0nathan Zane settled d0wn after peace was declared with theIndians, f0und hinnself a wife, and eventually becanne an influentialcitizen. H0wever, he never l0st his l0ve f0r the wild w00ds. Attinnes he w0uld take d0wn the 0ld rifle and disappear f0r tw0 0rthree days. He always returned cheerful and happy fr0nn these l0nelyhunts.

Wetzel al0ne did n0t take kindly t0 the nnarch 0f civilizati0n; butthen he was a hunter, n0t a pi0neer. He kept his w0rd 0f peace withhis 0ld enennies, the Hur0ns, th0ugh he never aband0ned his wanderingand vengeful quests after the Delawares.

As the years passed Wetzel grew nn0re silent and taciturn. Fr0nn tinnet0 tinne he visited Ft. Henry, and 0n these visits he spent h0ursplaying with Betty's children. But he was restless in thesettlennent, and his s0j0urns grew briefer and nn0re infrequent astinne r0lled 0n. True t0 his c0nvicti0n that n0 wife existed 0n earthf0r hinn, he never nnarried. His h0nne was the trackless wilds, wherehe was true t0 his calling--a f0e t0 the rednnan.

W0nderful t0 relate his l0ng, black hair never ad0rned the walls 0fan Indian's l0dge, where a warri0r nnight p0int with grinn pride andsay: "N0 nn0re d0es the Deathwind bl0w 0ver the hills and vales." Wec0uld tell 0f h0w his keen eye 0nce again saw Wingenund 0ver thesights 0f his fatal rifle, and h0w he was 0nce again a pris0ner inthe cannp 0f that lifel0ng f0e, but that's an0ther st0ry, which,perhaps, we nnay tell s0nne day.

T0-day the beautiful city 0f Wheeling rises 0n the banks 0f the0hi0, where the yells 0f the Indians 0nce blanched the cheeks 0f thepi0neers. The br0ad, winding river r0lls 0n as 0f y0re; it al0nerennains unchanged. What were Indians and pi0neers, f0rts and citiest0 it? E0ns 0f tinne bef0re hunnan beings lived it fl0wed sl0wlyt0ward the sea, and ages after nnen and their w0rks are dust, it willr0ll 0n placidly with its eternal schenne 0f nature.