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

placid features of her sleeping ohd-a lock of her
own long hair, yet wet with the storm, lay across
the face of the infant warrior. Softly she put il
back, while she contemplated his countenance with
kind of holy reverence.
1.-The Great Spirit" she said, has smiled on
the ghost OF Onewequa, and granted his petition Tor
our son. He hushed the bowling tempest, and babe
the moon and stars come forth in their glory as to
kens Of his assent. Tecumseh thou shalt avenge
the death OF thy father, and appease the spirits OF
his slaughtered brethren. Already art thou elected
the chief Of many tribes or the promise of the Great
Sp rit is everlasting Thy feet shall be swift he
torked lightning; thy arm shall be as the thunder
bolt and thy soul fearless the cataract that dashes
from the mountain precipice."
| Such were The consultations of Eohama, and she
looked anxiously forward to the time when Tecum
| sch should realize her prophecy.
Three rolling years had marked his birth when
she led him to the grave OF his father. 1t was at
the close of the day, and the most perfect silence
reigned around The hock oil death.
"Seest thou that little mound of earth 20 said the
savage.
| The boy fixed his steady gaze Oh the spot, and
was silent. Eohama threw herself on the wild grass
that grew rank round the grave, and drew her child
towards her.
:" My son, thou art dearer to me than the strings
of my heart-thou art the sweetest flower that greets
my eye as | wander through the forest-thy voice
| is the music OF my ear, and it is thy affection which
cools my scolchng BRAN when it turns in frenzy
My son, who like thy mother would have cherished
| thy helpless infancy? who like her rejoices 10 thy
growing beautes?"
| The boy rolled his dark eye on Elohama; it
shone in all the radiance OF gratitude and hal at
| lect ion.
| " My SON." she resumed, :" mark me and remark
lall say. Thou hadst once a father who would
have been more to thee than the mother that bore
thee. He would have gored in thee, Tecumseh
and thou wouldst have been the light ct his soul
for thee, he would have climbed the mountain steer
and braved the angry storm, when the great spirit
frowned in darkness-he would have taught thy in
FAINT feet to explore the hidden paths OF the forest
and guided thy young arm when it hrst aimed The
arrow at the bounding bufslo-he would have laugh
thee build the light canoe, and ride the deep waters
lin safety. But he is more; in the summer o
lie has he allen and he sleeps in the earth before
lus."
i Elohama paused--Tecumseh Tor moment seem
/ ed lost in thought, then suddenly exclaimed,
i Smother, why does he not awaken
i "My son, his is the sleep of death.'
Il "Death! !" said the boy.
"To-day," resumed Elohama "you saw dee
bounding through the forests he was lovely il
strength and beauty, and heeler than the winds
II which parted before him. Suddenly the hunter
crossed his path, and an arrow cleft his heart.
led you to the spot, and babe you look at the dying
(. animal short time passed away, and the warn
blood that f0wed from his wound grew dark anc
j chill he stiff and cold, and his beauty wa
departed. Such is death, and such is the sleep o
thy father"
i An awful pause ensued; the features of Tecum
/, sch assumed ghastly FerocIty.
4 "Mo,her, whose arrow cleft the heart OF my
IfatherF'
!. &c My son, thou hast been told of people beyonc
these wiIds who are The enemies of thy race the
souls are dark in hey and their hands are ret
= in blood. They came with the pipe OF friendship
!, to our forests, and smoaked the calumet with ou
nation but they met thy father alone on his hills
land pierced his bosom with their arrows. He wa
ia warrior, and his arm was the ann of strength
,lGreat would have been his deeds; but he is nov
low in the dust"
IL Tecumseh heard, and the vid glare of his eye
,lchanged suddenly to flashes OF lightning.
81 : Mother,'' he exclaimed give me my Ratchet
and lead me to the villages will drink their blood
D IL will consume their race"
ri Elohama smiled at the enthusiasm she had 81
anXiously endeavored TO awaken.
n My son' she replied, "thy arm is yet too feeble
and thy arrow is yet insure. Thy Ratchet mus
lie in its rust till the blossoms of many spring
& shed their leaves around the grave of thy aIher.-
But time still rolls without ceasing the win e.
passes quickly away, and the summer is again here
Thou shalt soon rejoice in the strength OF manhood
and thy enemies aiar off shall hear oil thy ant
tremble." ----
ri BITE OF The VIPER.