Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-09-08
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novel, the name Of which we have no
yet seen announced. The editor O
the Cincinnati Saturday Evening Herald
has read il, and copied from it the an
nexed extract, descriptive Of tho fall O
the celebrated Indian Chief Tccumseb
The incident, says the editor of the Her
aid is given on the authority Of a gentle,
man who had spent twenty years Of his
early life, a prisoner among the Shawa.
nese Indians, and who knew the celebra.
ted Tecumseh famliarly as a brother.
If the whole work, be equal to the ex-
tract, it must be very interesting nov
el, and we shall wait with some impa-
tience to read it.-CApET.J
"TEcUMsEH was returning, slowly and
lhoughtfully from the chase, when Il
shrek, US OF natures last, and dreadful
extremity, burst on the stiffness of tho
forest. He turned; and beheld through
vista of the trees, party Of maraud-
ing savages, loaded with tho spoils of
war. A female form, whose fair though
faded countenance, bore strong con-
trast to tho swarthy and painted features
OF the sayages that surrounded her, hal
just fallen TO the earth, exhausted with
fatigue and suffering. With one hand
she claspod lovely Infant to her bosom;
while the other was raised to avert tha
tomahawk that glttered on her closing
eye. But vainly!-the dreaded instru.
ment sunk deep in her pallid temples,
and the sufferer already struggled with
the throbs of death, while torn from her
last conyulsive grasp. 1t shrunk with
instructive fear, as it raised its blue eyes
to the dark distorted features Of the war
rior; but he gave loud whoop of unim-
aginable horror and grasping its little
feet, swung it carelessly in the air, as
he approached knarled tree to complete
its destiny. One moment longer, and
its unstained soul would have flown with
the passing spirit Of its mother; but the
murderous arm, as it was drawn back for
the last fearful blow, was suddenly ar
arrested, and a calm, but impressive
voice bado the savage stay his ruthless
hand! And who thus dared to use the
language Of command to the ferocious
and Independent son Of the forestl Was
it the aged chief, whose voice resounded
in the councils ofhis nation! or the war
rior, whose broad front wore the scars
of batt.e3 No! il was a striplinp, who
stood before them, loaded with the spoils
Of the chase; his olive cheek Redeemed
with the glow, his eye radient with the
fire Of youth. But the impress of ma
tive authority sat on his polished brow;
and his slender form was drawn up to
the attitude Of command. The leader
of the band quailod before the glance of
his calm but terrible eye; and quietly
yielded up the gasping babe to the sx-
tended arm of the stripling.
"I will give you these" said Tecum-
sch, throwing his load Of furs at the feet
of tho subdued warrior, "and the child
shall be mine." He received a ready
assent TO the proposed exchange; and
turning away with look Of unuttorable
scorn, directed his exclusive attention to
the little victim he had rescued Its
face was yet purple, and its hands still
clenched in agony, but the accents Of
gentleness again tranquiIized its features,
and it soon gazed, without fear, on the
bright face of its deliverer.
"Tecumsch again proceeded home
ward; his lovely burden but added fresh
elasticity to his steps, and no advanced
with rapid pace, ill the moans Of the
hungry babe arrested his progress. He
then laid it on bed Of moss; and bring
ing pheasant from u neighbouring
bough, fed his famishing charge with its
blood. Never had Tecumseh felt pu-
rer pleasure than that which warmed his
heart when the poor infant, as he bent
over it with anxious care, smiled like a
cherub in his face. A glow of holy feel
ing thrilled through his whole frame; and
the angel of mercy, like the pillar of fire
that guided the wandering Israelites,
went before him in light. through the
darkness of the forest. He reached the
village, and Yonca came forth to meet
him. She looked for the slaughtered
victim Of the chase; and, started with
surprise at behoiding an infant, locked
in living slumbers, and clothed with the
tints of a pale morning sky. But alas!
its golden ringlets were stained with
blood; and Yonca at once conceived its
melancholy history. 81 have brought
you gift," said Tecumseh, laying the
sleeping innocent in the ready arms OF
the compassionate girl "Itis an Offer
ing fiji for the daughter Of Otulaska.--
Look at her, Yonca! she is fresh from
the hand of the Great Spirit, and pure as
the snow flake that falls from his high
dwelling. Take her to your heart; and
| let your affections cling around her like