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THE VOICE OF LOVE.
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Oh! never speak with Angry tone
To one within this errini world , •
Let no vindictive look be shown,
Nor be thy lip with passion curie ,
For A man at best is frail as dust,
nd God alone is truly just.
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Speak kindly to the little Child,
Lest from his heart you drive away,
The light of love whose visions mild
Are opening like the dawn of day ;
Force not roe cloud across the heaven,
A God of love to htm bath given.
speak kindly to each fallen one.
Nor harshly judge his sinful deed ;
There lives no soul beneath the sun
That does not of compassion need ;
Our race is erring at the best,
And judgment is not thy behest.
Be kind to all, and thus fulfil
The first great duty here below;
Let words of love our hearts distil,
'ro mitigate thy brother's Woe ;
For thought in pride and guilt he swells,
lbs heart its own deep anguish tells,
ot2 D2V752.
OR, THE FRIDE OF THE KENEBIS
BY MRS. 8. E. 000DHUE
°On ;ender hilt, on yonder hill,
The red One( long ago was laid;
Thew hoary oaks, remaining mill,
Their boughs above the aleeper braid ."
Who is there who permits their mind's eye to
oerse our thriving and rapidly growing country
ithout contrasting it with the wilderness our Path.
e found, a few centuries since? - The same sun
Cede his beams of light and heat—the same silver
911 looks down with placid smile on the busy
ies and villages, as smiled on the solemn woods
bumble home of the red man. But'how chang•
the scene; the woodman's ale has prostrated
forest; the panther, mouse, and graceful deer
re all - passed away ; their secret haunts are now
r crowded thoroughfares, and childhood's happy
see are ringing forth where echo only gave back
howl of the beasts of prey. But what of the
lan:! Alas! he, too. is passing away ; but no,
re tall oak of the graceful deer; as the morning
fades before the rising sun, so fades the red
before the sturdy foot of civilization, but his
Tory* shall live long after the last of his race
tit have mingled with the parent earth.
WI have indeed a gnnd inheritance ; but how was
obtained? We are told, by the sweat and blood
our !others. History tells us that our fathers
tem this western world a humble, persecuted
id of christians, who asked for nothing but the
any at worshipping God as their cons tense dic
hl, Far be it from me to detract one jot or tattle
the stern virtues of our pilgrims Fathers;
It and justice to the red man demands a lull art
caledgment of our wrongs to them. Could the
Ilan give us the true history of the conquest of
is country by the white men, we shoulil blush , at
crimes of many of our ancestors; and be more
ink of the epithets : bloodthirsty and cruel which
!mow on the nearly exterminated race of the
man. But justice„although often slow, is sure,
all who give the subject a moment's thought,
hat something must be done for the poor Jodi
ere the sun of his race shall have set forever.—
it to my story.
A kw years since, a small party of Indians from
Paine. had camped on a small inland, in a little
earn which eiledtly found its way to the Merri-
, it was too insignificant to have a name on the
ip 01 our State, but nature liad not forgotten to
itiehsh itsc,margin with sweeented Idly and
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iter-cress. They hail chosen t is secluded spot
it they might be free from interrUption from the
.opie by whom they were surrounded, only at
M times as they wished to dispose of their rude
'and baskets; no boats being in that vicinity,
l' , lerired no small profit from ferrying people
and from the little island. The usually quiet
ream was now dancing in a thousand merry rip-
N cis their light canoes shot swiftly from bank to
It was a scene calculated to call up thoughts
ute most thoughtless, to look upon that scanty
cant of the first lords of the sod begging of their
lefors the privilege of a little spot whereon to
their tents. A party of five stood waiting for
one to take them across an old Indian had
tied Lis skiff at their feet ; he had placed two of
girls and one of the gallants safely in, and then
'red his hand to the third ; but with the lightness
lawn she sprang into the canoe, and laughingly
id to the young man on the bank—
" Nor. Piers. : see it you can get in without tip
ig us over."
The old Indian cast a searching glance at the
Jghing girl who had just entered his skin, and
scanned, for a moment the features of the
mg man on the bank, and, grasping his paddle,
.tatures distorted with rage, shrieked, "Begone!"
Before the echo had died away, they had reach
he ° Nowt) hank—such had been the force of
strok e of his still vigerous arm. After landing
P•osengers he drew his canoe from the water
sat dowq beside lt , without raising his eyes to
who had paid him liberally fur their passage
The young girl who had entered his canoe
lout amistance, now ventured to approach him:
Has that young man injured you?" she timidly
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raiseti his piercing eyes to her face, ancrisaid
re P l s—" Does the White Serpent follow my
r.. 1 of the Kenebisr
She blushed as she ,held out her hand to him,
replied—" Sometimes ; hut why call him a
It? Tell me has he injured your
'tee Imhaa name he Kenebet.
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She recognized him as an did Indian she often
saw him when a child, near' tier -home; on the
Kenebee. She had nearly forgotten him; but not
so had he forgotten the little rosy cheeked girl who
had often brought him food, as he sat watching
the canoes, while his people were absent at the
village. She had learned to poise 'herself in those
frail bark skiffs with ihe skill of a young Indian,—
He olien complimented her on her dexterity, and
said a little more brown and she would make a
pretty Indian girl.
" When the moon looks down on the house of
the Great Spirit," said he; pointing to the spire of
thechurch, " if you will come and sit byz r me
on the bank qj the stream, I will tell you all
that the old red man has, kept in his heart for
many years; it will make you still think kindly el
my people when the Great Spirit shall call me to
join the tribes of the red men that have gone to the
hunting•groud of the'brave."
She promised to meet him there; she tell no fear
of the old man ; she 4 had passed many pleasant
hours with him in his canoes, when a child, and
she was not sorry to renew the acquaintance with
the old chief.
At the appointed hour she came to the banks of
the little stream, but her old blend wasikere before,
seated on a small hillock, his face toted in his
hands, apparently unconscious of tier approach.—
She laid her hand ligghtly on his shoulders, and
when he looked up, she started at the pale
haggard look of the °hi man, and expressed Mars
that he was ill.
"Oh, no; me very well, but have been living
lite over again. But sit down and hear the old red
man's story."
Could we give it to you as it fell from his lips,
interspersed with figures and wild imagery, in
which his language abounds—could you but catch
a gleam of his features as they became animated
or depressed, as he recounted his .wrongs, it vt.ould
be a tale of no common interest; I leel that I can
not do the subject justice. But. to the story :
." Many years ago," said he, "my grandfather
was a4great Chief of the Kenebis, brave and stern
in war, but a kind father to his people, and gentle
as a young doe to the idol. of his heart, the young
tufa, or the Blush of Dawn, as she was called in
the significant language of her people, the old sa
chem's only child. If beauty and gentleness ever
deserved homage, none e4r knelt at a purvhrine
Her hand had been sought for in marria the
chiefs of the different iribes with whom her father
was allied ; but to all of them she had given but one
answer : " The Great Spirit has taken my mother,
and the Blush of Dawn cannot leave her father's
wigwam, fur that of a stranger." None presumed
to ask again the hand she had denied for her fa
tiler's sake, but none the less was she-beloved;
not one of all . herpeople but would have laid down
their life for,her's. To her lather they clung with
all the love of despairing , hearts. The white
men-had overrun their country, tribe atter tribe sub
mitted to their sway, or melted away before their
all-conquering arm. The old chieLhad gone forth
to the conflict with all theardor of his savage na
ture; with' his faithful warriors he entered the home
of the invader; fire and faggot, blood and devasta
tion followed-his steps; his name was a word to
make even ffie'cheek of manhood grow pale, and
freeze the blood in the young 'heart's veins Was he
the monster that was held up to our youthful fancy
Scan well the-in:wives that actuated his heart. All
that constitutes a hero was there ; love of country,
kindren and home. With an eagle's eye he look
ed into the distant future, and, judging by the past,
nothing but the utter extermination of th hated
white man, could - save' his country. But at last,
overcome by superkir skill and numbers his warriors
falling around him like autumn leaves, even then
his proud spirit was not Itbdued ; but the thought
of his child in her forest home, without a protector,
should he ba slain, rushed upon his mind, and, with
a few remaining braves he left the battle-ground,
where he could only have thrown his life away,
without benefitting his people, and without enter
ing into any treaty, he had remained quite a num
ber of years, watching day by day, the encroach
ments of the hated foe.
The gentle Fula well understood the workings
of that noble but crushed heart, and all the wealth
of pure and guileless affection of this lovely chill
of nature were clustered-around h.m; to sit at his
feet and listen to him-as he recommend the noble'
deeds . of his tathersi;or when he spoke, with sub
dued voice, ,of her mmlier, who, when she was as
helpless as the unfledged sparrow, sleeping in her
basket of soft furs,;had been called to the happy
hunting grounds; how the white man had invaded
their country, robbed them of their rivers and lakes,
cut down their forests, drove away their game, and
by force or fraud, had subdued the many tribes of
fed men that once roved free over those lands of
which they were now considered only an encom
branCe; and then, with his mournful eyes fixed on
hers, he would whisper, is solemn tones, that the
Great Spirit waisangry with thered map ; that even
the dim woods whispered of coming woe. The
tall oaks fell without any decay at their roots ; the
night-owl hooted in the !hood sunshine; the timid
deer drinking at the stream, fled not at their ap
proach, and was wont, btu raised his large lustrous
eyes to the hunter, and finished hie drafight. All
these spoke to the thoughtful chief of ruin and de
cay. Was it strange then that the Blush of Dawn
grew up thoughtful and mild; her only tecreation
was to wander in the woods, followed by her pet
fawh, weaving garlands.for her hair, or twining
them around the neck of her graceful companions ;
one et her favrtrite resorts was the banks of -her na
tive stream. One sultry afternoon in midsummer
she wended her lay thither fur the purpose of
bathing; it wast,a sweet spot ; a small point stretch
ing out nearly to the center of the stream on one
hand, and on• the other side a high ledge of rocks,
raising their heads some fifty feet towards the sky,
forming a beautifill basin, dear and limpid enough
for a water-nymph to gambol in She had with
drawn ono of her delicately wrought mocasina, and
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unbraioing her long glossy hair, threw herself on
the grass beneath the shade of a willow, whose
luxurious branches toyed with the cslm waters be
neath. The soh sighing or the wind, the gentle
moaning of the waters, together with the heat, had
lulled her into a pleasant slumber, when the sharp
crack of a rifle caused her to start up in haste; at
that moment a boat shot round the point of rocks,
and before she had recovered from her surprise,
was moored close at her leet. It vas filled with
white men. She gazed for a moment on their
strange garbs and still stranger features, and then
turned and fled to her father's lodge. She knew
nothing of their language, but the undisguised look
of admiration bestowed on her by onewrio seemed
to be their chief caused her heart to beat quicker
and hercheek to glow wit'h a depeer blush than had
ever been called up by any of her fathers braves.
She had scarcely reached her home, when a vivid
flash of liThtnin7 caused her to sink with terror on
the floor of the lodge. Peal after peal of thunder
echoed among the hills; still she eat with her face
buried in her mantle, listening with aw&to what
she in her simplicitk, thought was the voice of the
Great Spirit.
At length the sound of strange voices aroused her
At the entrance of the cabin stood the same party
she had seen at the river. The one who gazed !'at
her so earnestly then, now stepped forward, and,
with a low bow, presented her with theirnocasin
she in her haste had left ; and,then pointing to the
rain, which still fell in torrents, seemed to ask shel
ter for himself and party. She.pointed to some low
stools, and sat trembling, without venturing to raise
her eyes, waiting anxiously the , entrance of her
father. In a few moments the old chief came; a
dark scowl of rage and defiance crossed his coun
tenance, when he saw his home invaded by the
white man ; but the young man stepped forward
and presented a pipe, thereby signifying his peace
ful intentions. The old man received it coldly, and
then asked what had brought him to:the home of the
red man. "To trade and hunt with thy people"
he replied He had, he said, a vessel on the wa
ters of the Kenebec, loaded with blankets, guns,
ammunition, and many things the red man would
like.
For a few weeks the Indians were busy in col
lecting their fors, and such rude wares as they had
to offer in exchange for many Wngs they needed.
While the young man was (rang with the old
chief he still found time to ramble in the forest by
the side of the lovely Yula, or guide her gaily paint
ed skiff on the blue waters of the Kenebec. He
learned her many words in the English tongue
but ere many weeks had passed, the Blush of Dawn
had leered a language which needed not the aid of
words." Terrible was the conflict that raged in the
bosom of the chief when he saw the blush deepen
on the cheek of the daughter when in the presence
of the young trader. Returning at the close of day,
from a long hunt, he stopped to bathe his fevered
brow in ilie . pure waters of his native stream, when
I the murmering of voices struck his ear. Moving
with .a stealthy step toward the place from which
they proceeded, he sight which met his gaze sent
the blood rushing through his powerful frame with
the velocity of a whirlwind, leaving him paler than
ashes. Seated on the soft grass, with one arm
thrown carelessly over the neck of her pet, sat his
daughter; while before her stood the young, trader
gazing down upon her beautiful face, as the rich
blood mantled her cheek, as his ardent and passion.
- ate gaze met her eye. In a moment the old chief
stood before them, his hatchet lifted over the head
of the treicherous trader; the setting sun gilded
the blade for a moment, and then it fell with a tre
mendous blow. His daughter had sprung from the
grass and,swerved his arm in time to save her toy.
er from the deadly blow, and then sank into his
extended arms. The old chief was powerless; a
smile of malignant triumph shot across the face of
the young man, as he pressed the weeping girl to
his heart; he felt that he was beloved ; he strove
in vain to win from her a word of love in answer to
to his passionate vows, he hail day after day
poured into her unsuspecting ear . ; but now he
needed no words to assure him that he had won,
her heart. She clasped her father's knees, and al
though the trader understood not her language, yet
he well dnew that those soft, earnest tones were
pleading for him.
We will not attempt to portray the mingled feel
ings that prevaded the bosom of the unhappy chief :
love for his child, stronger than life, a deep, dead
ly hatred of the white man, to' which he would
have sacrificed everything but his child, his own
inability to protect her in coming years, all rushed
upon his mind with one crushing weight. He
sought the forest, and there, where no eyes might
witness his anguish, poured out his sorrow. ,
Sad, indeed, was the heart of the Blush of Dawn..
She had given it, in all impurity, to me wily trader,
who coveter' her father's lands, and who sought
her with the two-fold purpose of gratifying his base
passion, and making her the medium through which
they might be obtained. For the sake of his child
the chief smothered his rage, and listened to the
proposals of the young man. He.said as his wife
she would beloved and respected by white man;
that he and his people should not be di iven from
their homes; that he would ever be his friend;
that he would return to the Merrimac and sell his
furs, and then come back and live with him on the
banks of the Kenebis. The specious _reasoning of
the young man, together with the tears of his child,
wrung from the old chief a reluctant consent. Be
neath the shade of the old oaks, whose boughs had
felt the blasts 'of a Ifundted winds, the Blush of
Dawn gave her hand to the young trader.
A year had scarcely passed since the Blush of
Dawn became a Wide, ere the old chief joined his
people in the huntitig-ground of the blest. Deeply
was he mourned by his people; sad, indeed, were
their hearts when they were left without a chief,-
Daily the white men were encroaching upon thei r
streams and forests,- and using every means that
avarice could suggest to wring from them their
scanty store. But no less heavy was the hea I of
IMENEME
the gentle wile, she was nothing to him but the
tool of his avarice ; big love fur, her was as fickle
as his words were fruitless. She thought to call
back his early tenderness when she presented him
her first-born son, but she knew not of the hardness
of a heart whose only love was of gold. He Baked
a moment on the helpless intent, and then turned
with a sneer, and said, " I am indeed honored—
the father of 'a red skin r The light of her eyes
grew dim, and the smile faded from her lips.
The mother who has pressed to her bosom her
first born, and felt the caress of the happy husband
and father, and seen his, eye light , up with pride
and fundness as Ike presse} his babe to his bosom,
can sympathize with that crushed and bleeding
heart; betrayed by one she could have died to save.
No reproachcrame from ber lips, but the look of the
meek suffering she tamed upon him would have
softened a heart leas hard then stone. At length
his injustice became too hard to be borne; their
homes were invaded ; the.scanty stack of furs they
hed procured during a rigerous winter, together
with their small quantity "of provirions, were taken
from them by stealth. This aroused all their sleep
ing hate. They again lighted the council-fire, and
resolved to be again free. Deep and deadly were
the curses they heaped upon their common foe.—
An old warrior who hated, with all the strength of
his savage nature, his oppressors, rose and said—
" Why should we submit to the white man I Shall
we hunt them game while our Wives and children
starve ? Shall the white man take our furs without
giving us blankets? Is the red man asleep, and
not sensible of his w i mp'? The spirits of our fa
thers tu:n away their! faces from us; they love not
to look upon their sons until they revenge their
wrongs, and dtink the blood of the white serpent."
A yell of approbation burst from the warriors,
and again the forest rung with the thrill war-whoop.
It reached the ear of the Blush of Dawn as she sat
caressing her infant son. She well understood its
import; she urged her husband to Ay, for she well
knew he would receieve no mercy from her justly
enraged people. On they came, eager for the blood
of then heartless foe. Then it was that her wrongs
were all forgotten. Clasping her boy to her bosom
she rushed from the lodge and placed herself be
tween her husband and his pursuers. The balls
fell thick around her, but she heeded them not; she
watched with fearful intensity the retreating form
of her still loved husband. A cry of joy burst from
her lips when she saw lie had succeeded in reach
ing the river, and in a few moments stand in safety
on the deck of a vessel which bore him quickly
from her sight. Then she sank exhausted on the
ground, overcome more by the anguish of her heart
than the loss of blood which trickled slowly from a
wound she had received in screening her husband.
A howl of rage and disappointment burst from his
pursuers when they found he had , escaped them;
they could not revel in his blood, bat they were
freed from his oppression. -
Tenderly they bore the Blush of Dawn to her sad
home ; all the love and tenderness of her people
were lavished on her and lfft4y. In a few months
a little daughter nestle in her bosom; for bouts she
would sit with her children beside her, on the spot
where she first saw the white man; and hope—the
last friend of the unlortunate—still whispered that
her husband would return to bless and comfort her.
Years passed, and still she watched with the untir
ing love of woman. At length some of her people
brought the unwelcome news that he had a pale
faced wife Sr. children on the banks of the Merrimac.
From that hour death set his seal on the brow of the
forsaken wile. Neither the sympathy of her people
or the caresses of her children could arouse her ;
hope had forsaken tier, and she looked forward for
the hour when the Great Spirit should call her to
join her parents in the happy hunting-ground of the
blest.
At length the hour dreW nigh when she most
leave her children to buffet with the world which
had proved but a dreary one to her. None would
have recognized the emaciated form that lay on
that lowly pallet, as the once beautiful Indian girl.
Could he, who had caused het to wither like some
blighted flower, behold her then, with her children
clasped to her bosom, while at e dews of death
had settled on her brow, he would not have recog
nized her as the one whose beauty and grace had
won his wayward fancy; but sorrow not years, had
stolen the rose from her lip and the light from her
eye. , Beside her stood her boy, his proud lip curl
ed and his dark eye flashed at the thought of his
mothers wrongs; his bosom heaved, and tears ho
could not suppress coursed down his cheeks as tier
dying words fell upon his ears. He resolved to
seek his father, and, with the spirit of his mother's
people, to avenge her wrongs Site saw the strug
gle, but holier thoughts possessed her mind.
"My son," said she, "let no harm come to the
father. from the son. Look on thy sister and say
thou wilt protect her; let her not see the faCe of a
white man; let not the Moon Flower love a stran
ger to her mother's people, for the Great Spirit
smiled not'on the Blush of Dawn. When the good
Manitou calls, sit me down where the waters of
the Kenebis will chaunt my death-song—where thy
father will see my green bed should he come to
the spot where he first saw the Blush of. Dawn." _
She placed the the hand of the little girl in tha t
of her broth:Ws, and ;hen meekly folded her own
on her breait. The heart that had been wronged
by cruelty and falsehood had ceased its throbbing!:
Another victim had been offered nt the white mans'
shrine of robbery and injustice. Kindly were the
orphans looked upon for the Mother's sake. They
looked forward to the day when that noble boy
should be their chief, and arouse the spirit of his
people. The Moon Flower, as his sister was cal
led on the account of her exceeding fairness, was
the pet of the tribe. She possessed all the beauty
and grace of her mother, blended with the fair skin
of her lather. They loved not to look on that brow,
and used every artifice to deepen the brown on
her cheek, which was tinged by the summer sun.
Twenty years had •elapsed sincethe white serpent
first coveted the land of red man. He again visited
the Kenebis--not to seek his wifeand•child ;he re
cognized no snob ties as these—but to urge the
claim he-ruff held to the land he had obtained by
fraud and injustice. Conscience was indeed busy
when he again stood on the Spot where, years be
fore, he had won the heart of the guileless Irulian
girl ; but he banished the unwelcome thoughtslfrom
his mind, for he had now come to drive her people
from their homes and sell them to strangers they
knew not that he was the white serpent of other
years ; but one old warrior, who had loved the Blush
of Dawn with all the love of his savage heart; saw
and knew his oval, and had an opportunity occur
red&his knife would have diatik the blood of his
faithless heart. The young chief heard the ,stran
ger's proposals to him and his people to leavetheir
homes and find one nearer the great Moosehead
waters. He replied he should never lei've the
graves of kindred at the bidding of the white man ;
that his people would not leave the hunting and, fish.
ing grounds that their fathers had given them, un
less compelled to by a stronger ,arm than their
own.
Little did that boy-chief think that he had hurled
defiance in the teeth of his unnatural lather. The
white serpent saw he had determined to keep his
lands unless compelled to give them np. As he
had not sufficient lorce to drive them from it, he
took what furs he could extort, from them, and
threatened them if they did not leave reaceably, to
return with a force large enough , to compel them
to. .
One clay, on entering a secluded hot abruptly, a I
beautiful girl started from her seat and stood before
him. The same form and eyes which had beamed
upon him with love, years before, now looked upon
him with fright and horror. He asked her name,
but she understood not his language. Helsel down
beside her, but she - looked upon him with loathing.
He thought of the Blush of Dawn, and longed to
ask her if she knew her—if she was living. He
had not dared to inquire for her, fearful of betraying
himself to her people. He left the atrighted
but resolved she should become his victim. Day
after day he watched to see her come forth, but he
was doomed to watch in vain. She told her broth
er of the intrusion of the white man, he remember.
ed hitortother's dying words, to let not his sister
see the face of the white man. Carefully he guar
ded her home, until his people brought the intelli
gence that he had gone • 'furihef up the river. The
day had scarcely passed ere he returned to his
home, it was desolate. He knew that his sister
was ih the power of the white mar. Ile aroused
his people and started in pursuit. An ornament
which was worn by the Moon Flower was found,
which she had dropped foi a clue, that her brother
might follow the trail that her captors had, taken.—
Scouts were sent out in all directions; one soon re
turned with the tidings ,that a winged canoe* was
in the river, and a party of white men,• with the
Moon Flower, .were rowing to ft. The young chief
seized his rifle, and with fifty braves leaped into
their canoes and started in pursuit. The old man
who had recognized his hated rival, said, " now
avenge thy mother's wrongs," pointing in the-direc
tion the white man had taken, " now take therscalp
of the white serpent !"
A new fight broke upon the young :hie!; his
father—the. destroyer of his mother -andnow about
to rob him of what was dearer than life, his sister.
A groan of anguish and despair buret from him as
lie thought of his mother's words—" Let no harm
come to the father from the son." But now his sis
ter was in danger ; the white serpent must not des
troy his own child. He saw the Moon Flower held
in the arms of her brutal father! She heard the
cry of her brothel; an answering shriek reached
his ear; he called to them to return " Bring back
the Moon .Flower," he shouted; "she is thy daugh
ter. Harm her not—restore her to us, and ye shall
go unharmed ! Bring her back, or my people shall
drink thy blood !"
A loud laugh broke from the lips of-the white
serpent, as he held the trembling girl ladfore him.
" Fire, if you wish !" he cried " here is a mark !"
They had nearly reached the vessel ; no time
was to be lost. The yoong chief gazed for a mo
ment at the struggling form of his sister, and the
sweat of agony stood upon his brow. " Fire !" he
shrieked, whilb he pointed to the breast of
. his un
natural father.
The crack of fifty iifles was reard simultaneous
ly, and when the smoke cleared away the shatter
ed skill was without occupants.
The Moon Flower was laid by her Mother on the
banks of her native stream. The blue waters clos
ed over the head of the white serpent; earth spurn
ed him from her bosom.
"My story is soon told," said the chiet "The
young man that would have entered my canoe,
bears the name of the while serpent. These lands,
perhaps was his. 11 was here that the white ser.
petrt dwelt. Look not upon him, for the red man's
curse shall follow him until the last of his race shall
become an outcast and a wanderer even as 1 am
I have no wife or children ; no blood of mine flows
in the veins of a living being. I shall soon die, and
the few remaining of the different tribes shall follow
me. Let the white man take heed, and lest he be
more jusrthan his fathers, this goodly land will not
be to.him a blessing, but a curse."
....._swbut the Indsates call a vessrl. ' -
Worm LEopsnos.—" This ere ban imal," observ
ed the keeper of a menagerie to a school, is a
lepard. the pomplection is yalter,„ and rezreeably
Oivert•ified with black spots! It vos a vulgar her.
tor of the hancients that the-critter vos Itir.capable
of changing his spots, vitch vos disproved in mod
em times by ovserwin' that he 'werry frequently
slept in one spot, and the wery next night changed
to another !"
"But I say, Mr. showman!" screamed little
Johnpy, " the leopard ain't yellow at all. The
Bible says lie's wl.ite."
" Vere is the text,l' inquired the showritan-L" in
the Apothecary or inihe Songs of Susannah!"
" It where he says that Gehazi went forth a
hikr as white as snow I."
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A Mexican War Episode.
The most protracted. most equally matched „and
severely contested conflict of tfie. whole war has
'lever yet been recorded, and sre think it lime that
a battle which had not its'equal in ancient or Mod
em warfare should, at feast, have the simple justice
done it of mention in histdry. Vie therefore shall
detail it, just as it occurred, stoutly repudiating' any
in making military capital for any named Presiden
tial candidate. .
'ft was during one of the fights in the valley that
a sergeant in, one of our infantry regiments wenting ,
to take a drink from•liiii almost empty flask—eep
ended from his cemtband andstrayed off some dis
tance from the nucleous of the fight. lie had gain
ed, as he supposed, a sufficient " offing" And was
about applying biscaitteen - toliii riiiiiith; when he
was interrupted by Bearing a voice exclaim--
" fluid, dastard !"
Now this expression, however popular with the
minor . dramatists, is not one of frcquent cse in or
dinal coniersatiori, and, when uttered to a gentle
mari about to regale himself, in supposed solitude,
with a modest draught, is calculated to startle, not
to say, alarm hint. Accordingly, cur hero dropped
the flask, ere itreached his lips, and gazed about
him, with a bewildered air. But his look of blank
amazement changed to one .ofjnyful surprise as be
held out - his hand to another individtial, who ad
vanced to meet him, with the sabre jesture of
friendship. The new corner was habited in the
garb of a Mexican soldier, but as he - shook the other
heartily by the hand, he exclaimed; an tolerable'
" Well Bob! Blow me tight if it aint you !"
" Nothing shorter, Joe," responded the Ameri:
lEia
" Where have you been, since you left the Bowe
ry?' asked the Mexican.
" Playin' a short engagement with Gen. Scott,"
replied the other.
"Jest like me; I'm engaged fotihe season, "for
general utility" with Santa Anna," replied the Mexi
can.
At this moment the clanging fortunes of the fight,
brought the very hottest of it, close to the non-com
batants, who found themselves suddenly surround
ed by conflicting squadrons.
" Drorr, scoupdrel !" exclaimed Joe, suiting the
action to the word, by producing his own " toledo."
"Scoundrel in thy teeth," replied Bob, drawing
his own weapon; and at it they 'sew.
"How shall it be, Joe ; head blows or sixes,"
wake.] Bob.
"Oh, the old story ; two up and two down, with
stamping and grinning—very bloody ! The Richard
Third fight you know F'
So at it they went, their swords meeting at every
blow, but no blbod being shed. Both armies' stop•
ped to gaze at the unwanted sight. Since Rome's
best gladiatorial days such determined courage,
mingled with skill, had not been known. '• They
fought, and fought," but without results. Sparks
flew, rage was depicted in the (aces of the two
men, the ground .was trampled for an hundred feet
in diameter, but still neither was killed or tvounded.
At last, the sun set, and both armies retired; fatigu.
ed, leaving the two desperate fellows to fight it out,
which they Jtd, so effectually, that neither Ras seen
the next day. And thus it was (as tradition goes)
that two theatrical supernumeraties terminated the
battle of Contreras. We never inquired of Gen.
RILEY, but presume it is true.—Buff Cour.
MARRIED LlFE.—Deceive not one another in
small things nor hi great. One Lillie single lie has
before now, clirtarbett a whore married lift.
A small cause often has great consequences—
Fold not the arms together and sit idle—" Laziness
is the devil's cusllion." Do not •run much from
home. One's own health is of more worth than
gold. Many a marriage begins like the rosy morn
ing, and then falls away like a snow wreath. And
why ! Because the married couple'neglect to- be
as well pleasing to each other after marriage as be
fore. Erdeavor always to please one another : but
at the same time, keep God in your hearts: Lav
ish not all your love on to-day, for remember mar
riage has its day after to-morrow too ! "Spare,"
ns one may say, " feel for the winter." Consider,
my daughters, what the word "wife" expresses
The married woman is the husband's domestic faith ;
he must be able to intrust her with the key of his
heart, as well as the key of his house. His honor
and his home are under her keeping. his ir ell be.
ing in her hand. Think of this! And you sons,
be Eihttlul husbands, and good athers of families
act so that your wires shall esteem and love you.
SATAN —This ottl gentleman, although consider.
ed rather sharp than otherwise, has been served
some very acute tricks. Among the rest, we have
heard-ot a poor cobbler who made a league with
him, and after enjoying every earthly blessing he
was waited upon at the end of the term by his brim
stone majesty, who demanded h s soul.
The cobbler took•a sharp knife ; and ripping off
the sole of his shoe, threw it at the feet of his illus.
trius guest
4 ( - What does this mean!" cried the latter'.
" Look et the contract !" replied the cobbler
Satan examined tile contract and found that the
word was spelled sole, which only entitled him to
the piece of leather. Ho turned on Ids heel, and
went off scratching his head, and has been called
"Old Scratch" ever since.
Din any of our readers ever see? kiss on me,
—the sweet labial in love? Willis Gaylord Clark
attempted to body forth the thing typographic / illy,
and the following is the result; '• When two pairs
of affectionate lips are placed together, to the intent
of oscillation, the noise is something like the ensu
log—epe et'-sweep ste'e !—and then the sound
tapers ott sn sofily and so musical, that no letters
eau do it justice
A clerk in a merchantde estanii4hment writes to
his friends at home, " 1 3 1agney easy times now.s.
days—very little work to do—cur firm dore(adtrer.
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