Martinsburgh gazette. [volume] (Martinsburgh, Va. [W. Va.]) 1810-1825, 1824-07-15

EI01dUid pduseu ne WHO'S uie0
away, and the raging storm was SUD
denly still. The full moon rent her
thick mantle OF darkness. aud her clear
light stresmed here and there through
the trees of the forest. The heart oil
Oaewequa, was cold; bui smile OF
pprobation yet rested on the features
nov fixed IN death. The voice OF
Eiohama had been heard, and the
passing Spirit assented as it fled
The night passing away, and the mour
ner transferred her gaze from the mar
bled BODY other husband to tie placid
features Of her sleeping child-a loc,:
of her owl hair, yet wet with the storm
lay across the face of the warrior.
Softly she put it back, while she con.
templated his countenaDee with "a
kind Of holy reverence
"The Great Spirit" she said, "has
smiled on the ghost oil Onewequa, and
granted his petition for our son He
hnsted the bowling tempest, and babe
the MOON and stars come fourth in
their glory astokens of his assent
Fhecuuseh, thou shalt avenge the
deathof thy father, and appease the
the spirits of his slaughtered brother
Already art thou elected the chief OF
many tribes, for the promise of the
Great Spirit is everlasting Thy feet
shall be su ift as the forked lightning;
Thy arm shall be as the thunderboh j,
and thy soul fearless as the cataract
that dashes from the mountain preci-
pice
Such were the consultations Of Flo
hama, and she looked anxiousIy for
ward to the time when Tecumseh
should realize her prophecy.
Three rolling years had marked his
birth when she led him to the grave
of his alher was at the close
OF the day and The most perfect silence
rclgoed around the hilloek of death.
"Seest thou that little mound of
earth?" said the savage.
The boy fixed his steady gaze on
the spot, and was silent. EIohanla
threw herself on the wild grass that
grew rack round the grave, and drew
her child towards her.
"My son. thouart dearer to me than
the string of nv heart--lhou art the
sweetest flower that greets my eyes as
! wander through the foresi-thy voice
IS the music OF my ear, and it is thy
affection which cooIs my scorchipg
brain when il turns in frenzy. MY,
son. who like thy mother would h We
cherished thy helpless infancy? who
like her rejoices in thy growing beau
tiesr"
The boy rolled his dark eye on Flo
hama; it shown in all the radiance of
gratitude and filal election
"My son." she resumed, "mark me
and remark all [ say. Thou hast
once father who would have been
more to thee than the mother that bore
thee He would have gloried in thee,
Tecumseh, and thou wouldest have
been the light of his soul--for thee, he
would have climbed the mountain
steep and braved the angry storm,
when The great spirit frowned in dark.
ness-he would have taught thy in.
FAINT feet TO explore the hidden paths of
the forest, and guided Thy young arm,
when il first aimed the arrow at the
bounding huffalo-he would have
taught thee to uild the light canoe,
and ride the deep waters in safety.
But he is no more; in the summer of
life has he fallen; and he sleeps in the
earth before u>."
Elohama paused-Tecumseh for
moment seemed lost in thought, then
suddenly exclaimed.
Mother, why does he not ava
ken?"
my son, his is the sleep of oath.
I'D 'ath!" said the boy.
ITO day" resumed Elohana.
"you saw dear bounding through
the forest he was lovely in strength,
and beauty, and fleeter than the winds
which parted before him. Suddenly
the hunter crossed his ,th, and an
arrow cleft his heart led you to the
spot, and bade you look at the diving
anmal;a short time passed away,
and the warm blood that flowed
from his wound grew dark and chill;
he was stiff and cold, and has beauty
WIS depar ed Such is death. and
such is the sleep OF thy father"
Anawtul pause ensued: the features