American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1824-07-02
THE INFANT TECUMSEH.

Onewequa, like Logan, was the g friend of white
men," He admired their arts, and wished to in
spre his tribe with desire of attaining them. las
he was yet to learn that the blacklist vices still
prowe led amid all the re6nemens OF the most polish
ed states Like the murdered kindred of unhappy
Logan, he also fell sacrifice to the treachery Of
enlightened man. His blood was poured upon the
red altar of that DISCRIMINATING hatred which many
of our people still bear his scattered and unfortunate
race.
Onewequa was wandering through the forest IN
pursuit of game, when he met party of men who
had recently assisted in the massacre Of an Indian
settlement. They knew Onewequa, and requested
him to accompany them guide through the for
est. The soul of the Indian darkened they spoke
| Are not your hands," said he, "yet red with
the blood Of my country ?-even now the spirits
Of my slaughtered people call aloud on their breth-
rem for revenge"
"Iusolent savage cried the leader of the party,
and instantly discharging pistol at his barred bosom,
Onewequa fell! The white men passed on !: The
dying Indian was left in the silence Of the forest.
The day declined, and Elohama clambered the
rocky steep TO watch the return of her husband
Daughter of nature repress the throbbings of thy
bosom--the heart of Onewequa now but family
beats with responsive feeling. Deep shall his sleep
be in the silence Of the desert, and often wilt thou
call on his name, but he shall not awaken!
! Elohama threw her anxious gaze through the
deep shades of the surrounding wilds, but in vain
she listened in breathless stiffness for the light
footsteps Of the hunter but no sound was heard
the hollow murmuiings OF a gathering storm,
and the wolf bowling loud and discordant from his
hills Clasping her infant to her bosom, she sought
the narrow path that wound through the wood, and
deter mined net TO return ill accompanied by her
husband. The night gathered dark round the wan
dering savage, and thunder rolled deep and heavy
Ifi,r nex In h. nf fha sind N H.
ing groan struck her ear-she followed the sound
it led her 10 the body of Onewequa "A flash OF
lightning stleamed across the stormy bosom OF ma
ture, and shed livid glare on his convulsed fea-
lures Eohama sunk at his sde--succesive flash.
J, es now discovered the blood which lay congealed
on his bosom. Her shrek recalled him for an in
slant to life; he opened his eyes, and fixing them
on his vile, distinctly said, Behold the iaith oil
white men,
e sob! my Onewequa, hast thou fallen thus. and
!, there none to avepge thee The arm of the war
RI rior is broken since thou art laid low; but the
young plant at my breast shall gather strength to
Y crush thy destroyers. When thou hast past yon
sky of storms, thou shalt and converse with the
! Great Spirit amid his clouds. Then let all thy pc
r tilions rest on the name of Tecumseh. For him
), shalt thou ask the soul of the warrior, and the
# strength of the mighty Then shall he be as whir
wind and storm, that scatter desoation and death
n as fire spreading over the hill and the valley, con
: Stunning the race fdark souls.'
IS Elohama paused. The winds died away, and the
y raging storm was suddenly still. The full moor
e rent her thick mantle Of darkness, and her ciea
n light sreamed here and there through the trees o
W the forest. The heart of Onewequa was cold; bu
j. smile Of appreciation yet rested on the feature
g now fixed in death. The voice of Eohama had beef
h heard and the passing Spirit assented fed Th
night passed away, and the mourner transferred ne