Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-06-13

confused and irregular masses, as yet
not forsaken by the devouring ele-
ment. But turning from the dismal
scene, he encountered one still more
appalling. Near the ruins of their
once happy home, and partly covered
by some household furniture, lay the
lifeless and mangled bodies Of Mr.. and
Mrs. Seymour. Edmond uttered
cry Of horror, cast searching glance
about him, and then raising wild
and imploring look towards heaven,
pursued the recent track of the MUIR
derers, with the eye of the eagle, and
an agility no less powerful than the
native sons Of the forest, followed
the dubious route now but dimly
marked by the displaced leaf or the
crushed wild flower, which from its
elasticity, sometimes almost returned
to its original form. But guided by
the hand IF fortune and his own accu-
rate observation, attended by lhe most
active diligence, he at length came in
sight Of the party. The most oflhem
were loaded with the fruits of their ex-
curSion. But short distance in the
rear, he beheld one of the savages
leading, or rather dragging along the
fainting form Of Emily Seymour
The bound Of the tiger is not more
powerful than was that which the
young man made towards The party.
He paused moment-the report of a
pistol rung through the forest, and the
Indian fell. With yell more dread
ful than the wailings of the damned,
the Indians dropped their bundles and
rushed towards the spot.
Stand back, villains, you part us
not while life remains" said Edmond.
The Indians gazed with wonder on
the energy Of his manner, as he sup.
ported on one arm the fainting form
ofhis beloved Emily. They hesitated
for a moment, till reused to revenge
by the groans Of their dying compan-
ion, they rushed in irresistible num-
bers upon, disarmed and bound him,
but not ill another brawny savage had |
received The contents of his remaining
pistol. The party now made hasty
preparations to resume their march,
and Edmund strongly bound, resign
ed himself to despair. The savages
constructed litter on which they
placed the apparently Iifeless form of
Emily, and proceeded with all posi-
bic expedition on their way. The
sun had now sunk low in the west,
and the shades Of night began to
throw mournfuI, but not unpleasant
gloom over the forest. Nothing in
terrupted the stiffness of the scene but
the willy tread Of the party, or the sti-
fled groans of the unhappy prisoners.
The party continued their route till
darkness had blended the surrounding
objects in promiscuous confnsion.-
They then halted for the night, and
proceeded to deliberate on the choice
of prisoners to sacrifice to the names
of their slaughtered companions
Emily Seymour was the destined VIC
tim. Happily for her she was at this
time perfectly insensible. But her
lover witnessed the prepar-
ations for the damning deed with
feelings that can be better conceived
than described. fIe was yet ignorant
of their choice-but from the opera.
tons, he knew that one or both must
undergo the daeadful ordeal Of Indian
torture.
At length the funeral pile was COM
pleted, and Emily Seymour was car
ried pale and lifeless to the fatal spot.
''God of Heaven" said Edmond, as
with an efor. almost super human, he
burst his fetiers, and in the same
breath Emily was clasped in his arms.
The Indians with demoniac yell, pro-
ceeded to separate them.
"Hold!" said a voice of thunder
Edmond turned his head-it was the
giant form Of the chiefain Alquina;
and high in air he brsndished the axe
of death. The Indians shrunk from
his presence, IKE startled deer. He
unbound the victim of their barbarity,
and after indefaiigable exertions
restored her to life, and delivered her
into the arms of her lover. He con.
versed few moments with the In
dans, and then turning to Edmond
said he, "you have late