Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1827-06-06
THE MOUNTAIN LIGHT.


rl,x;ny ON strramlet and hill.-Swest slumoer
hal locked The innocent, and the weary III It's
.;Jken folds. all but Orol and his loved Almanac
Tbev were vet wandering on the distant pdrlerre.
listening 10 The carols Of the s2ortive nlghlih-
gale, and watching the light OF tempest.cioud,
that'had passed over from the ocean al midday,
and was then flashing far away on The summi's
Of The Andes.
"Oos, thou RENE mber, Almanac" said Orol,
when once We wandered here, IN the sliii eve
ming. how the shou, of the murderers broke up
on us from the distant hamlel?-O, yes tho"
dos,, and the brave Ongolmo, my father pc
rished there! o.. my father"
eye" replied Almanac, Sand Orol the duti-
FIJI son as he flew to the protection oil his pa
rem, left me 10 wander to my dwelling alone
and unprotected. Did that prove thy love to
me?
"Almanca, thou hast forg iven me that y,
j loved thee too much. Had been In my Id
theirs arms instead of fondly lingering here, as
/ did, with thee, might have sa'ed HIM, or
laid down my life for his, which would have
| done most gladly, that Chilian might ye' have
owned the brave ODgolmo as their Councillor
and CHIEF"
"It is enough, Orol Thou couldst not love
,hy father, more than Chiilan loved and honor
him. and the bravery you have inherited from
him, that has raised your name among the
chiefs of these mountains and valies.-Hea'en
speed thee onward TO glory. But thou dost not
love me Orol."
"Almanca, thou knowest do. have ever
loved thee. Even in my boyhood, thou didst
win me- of would my father call us his chill
dren as we were playing around him. "Oroi,
he would say, stake Almanca's hand. l: shall
one day be YOURS Even then worshipped
thee, as thou dds, turn thy blushng cheek a.
way from me. Aud row thou sayest love
thee not. Believe me, Almanac, l am not
changed. But look yonder-See'st thou that
bright light streaming up over the mountain
crags? Last night as l wandered near wood
alone, a voice told me / saw not from whom
it came) that my father lived yet, imprisoned
in a mountain cave. 1.-The mountain height,
il said, and heard it no more. ., ii my la
Their lived to lay thy hand in mine, and call US
his children again, this very night, Almanac,
thou should's, BIZ my own. But let US hence
these night dews are heavy and cold
Another dey was drawing TO close. Orol
was sitting alone by the side of stream that
dashed from neighboring mountain by his
Cottage. He had been roaming on the hills
looking around on the peaceful hamlets, and
villages, over which his father once held domi-
Mon, and gazing on the goodiy scenes OF his
own native country.
In all The wide world there are not such de
lightfuI prospects, such picturesque and roman.
tic scenery, as may be found among The noun
tains and vailies OF Chillan. In one direction
may be seen numberess hill, covered with for
ests gently rising, and as gently descending, ex
fencing in successive fluctuations, far the
eve can reach. In another direction may be-
seen the towering andes, whose sides are va
riegated with Crags and beeting chfs and dark
woods and whose snow-Capt summits seem to
bear Nd the vauted arch Of heaven. In another
still, far as the sight can extend may be seen the
blue waters Of The Pacific, seeming to hang on
the borders Of the sky, like broad rich Cur.
tain of natures richest garnishing
Long hac Orol sat gazing on the angry waters
Of the stream, watching sometime, the spor-
tive bubbles as they curied in the eddies before
him, then passed away from his sight forever
"Pass on!' he cried-"Pass on! unheeding
stream. am wearied with gazing on the play.
full currents. o, my father! Dost thou li,e?--
Something whispers me thou dost. But it an
not be. ., was once thy own loved boyi--
but thou art gone forever, and YEARLY pass
my days-those days which would have been
my napplcSt IL tuou nduSl NNSu anu iONeQ Inc
az thou vast won, ., my father! thou art
gone TO the sky--the ight-yes--,he sun vert
thou among the chiefs OF Chiilan. Terrible,
vert thou, my fa,her--yet lovely. The children
OF these mountains acknowledged the brave On.
golmo as their father, and they were happy.
But the murderers came, and thou, my father,
thou vert no more. o, am weary; come
sleep and close these heavy eyes" Orol lean
ed his head gently away on the green turf, and
dreaming slumber Came over him. The mild
breeze Of summer played sweetly around him
while he lay dreaming OF his once loved parent,
and smiling amid scenes oil visionary bliss.
"Spirit of the sky, project him." whispered
one who had been listening to the plants of the
youth. IL was the beautiful Almanac, the only
being on earth that shared in Orols love. She
came near him, not TO disturb him in his re-
pose, but 10 scatter wild flowers around his
grassy couch, and smooth his curling locks on
his brow. She again withdrew, and from her
bower watched his peaceful SAUNDERS.
."Valient Orol!" cried the blushing girl as
she gazed on the young chief-"may God bless