Alexandria gazette & advertiser. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1822-1824, 1824-06-29
From de Nsw York Mirror.


The following tale is from the pen oil
. lady 10 Indiana, being one OF the prize
pieces. tor which we so long advertised,
II is extracted 1.-THE fair writer Informs us)
from an unfinished manuscript, which she
hereafter. giving to the public en-
tire. We think our reader vii! agree with
Us in pronouncing it to be bud OF hope
fui PROMISE
The INFANT TECUMSEH.
Onewequa. like Logan. was the
ssfriend of white men," He admired
their arts, and wished 10 inspire his
tribe with a desire Of attaining them.
Alas! he was yet to learn that the
blacklist vices still prowled amid all
the refnements of the most polished
states. Like the murdered kindred
Of unhappy Logan. he ais fell ga
crifice to the treachery of enlighten-
ed man. His blood was poured up
on the red altar Of that discriminating
hatred which many of our people
still bear his scattered and anfortu.
nate race.
Oncwcqua was wandering through
the forest in pursuit of game. when
he met party Of men who had re-
Gently assisted i'm the massacre Of an
Indian settlement. They knew One
wequa, and requested him to accom-
pany them as guide through The To-
rest. The soul of the Indian dark
ened as they spoke.
'Are not your hands, said he, yet
red with the blood of my country
men?-even now the spirits of my
slaughtered people call aloud on their
brethren FOR revenge"
'lnsnlent savage cried the leader
ofthe party, and instantly discharg-
ing a pistol at his barred bosom, One.
wegua FELL The white man passed
on: the dying Indian was left in the
silence of the forest.
The day declined. and El0hama
clambered the rocky steep to watch
the return Of her husband. Daugh.
ter of nature! repress the throbbings
Of thy bosom-the heart of Onewe-
qua now but family beats with re-
sponsive feeling Deep shall his
sleep be in the silence of the desert,
and often wilt thou cali on his name,
but he shall not awaken!
Elohama threw her anxious gaze
through th deep shades of the sur
rounding wiIts, but in vsin--she
listened in breathless stiffness for the
light footsteps of the hunter; but no
sound was heard, save the hollow
murmarings Of gathering storm,
and the wolf h0wlire le.d aud dis
cordant from his hills. Clasping her
infant to her bosom, she sought the
narrow path that wound through the
wood, aud determined not to return
till accompanied by her husband,-
The night gathered dark round the
wandering savage, and thunder roll /.
ed deep and heavy through the sky.
In the pauses of tho wind dying
grOan struck her ear-she followed
the sound-it led her to the body of
Onewequa!-A flash of lightning
streamed across the stormy bosom Of
nature, and shed a livid glare on his
convulsed features: Elohama sunk at
his side-successiv flashes now dis
covered tho blood which lay con.
gealed on his bosom. Her shrek
recalled him for an instant to life; he
opened his eyes, and fixing them on
his wife, distinctly said, Behold the
faith Of white men,
'Oh! my Onewequa. hast thou
fallen thus, and is there none to a.
venge thee1 The arm of the war;
rior is broken since thou art laid
low; but the young plant at my
breast shall gather strength TO crush
thy destroy ers. When thou hast
past yon sky of storms, thou shalt
sec aud converse with the Great Spi
mt amid his clouds. Then let all
thy petitions rest on the name of Te-
Cumseh. For him shalt thou ask
the soul Of the warrior, and the
strength Of the mighty. Then shall
he be as a whirlwind and a storm,
that scatter desolation and death; as
a fire spreading over the hill and the
valley, consuming the race of dark
souls,'
Elphama paused. The winds died
away, and the raging storm was sud.
denly still. The full moon rent her
thick mantle of darkness, and her