Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1827-06-23

The night pissed. away, and the rnourner
transferred her gaze from the mangled oooy OIL
her husband TO the placid features oil her sleep
ing child A lock Of her own long hair, yer
wet with the stoym lay across the lace Oh inc
infant warrior. Softly she contemplated MS
counienance with kind OF holy reverence
"1'he Great Spirit" she said, mas srni'eu on
the ghost Of Ohewequa, and granted MS pe"'
ton for our son, He hushed the howling .em-
pest, aud babe the moon and stars come i"r'"
in their beauty, as tokens OF his assent. iecu'"-
sch thou shalt ayenge the death OF Thy father,
and appea.e the spiri, of thy slaughtered breth-
rem. Already art thou elected the cher OF ma
nv tribes. for III, promise of the Grea, Spirit is
everlasting. Thy fee, shall be swift as the FORK
ed lightning, thy arm shall be as the thunder
bolt, and thy soul fearless as the CATARACT lhai
dashes from the mountain precipice. -ouch
were The consultations Of Elohama, and she LOOK
ed anxiousIy forward TO the time when iecum-
sch might realize her prophecy Four rolling
years had marked his birth, when she LED MIN
to the grave Of his father twas at the close
Of day, and the most perfect silence rrigned a
ound the hiilock of death --"Seest thou That
little mound Of earth?" said the savage ne
boy fixed his steady gaze on the spot, ana was
silent Elohama threw herself on the Wild
grass that grew rank around the grave, and drew
her child towards her "My son, thou art dear
er TO me than the chords of existence; thon ART
the sweetest flower that greets my eye as wan
der through the forest. Thy voice is the music
Of my ear, and thy Fiction is the fountain that
cools my scorched brain when it burns into fren'
zy. Ny son, who, like thy mother, would have
cherished thy helpless infancy? who, like her,
rejoices in ,hy-growng beau,ies" The boy
rolled his dark eye on Elohama; ii shone IN all
the radiance Of gratitude and affection. MY
son." she resumed, mark me, and remember
what l say Thou hadst once father, tor
whose tender cares the fondness Of thy mother
is but shadowy substitute. Tecumseh, had
he lived thou wogldsl have been the light OF
his soul, and The reward Of exerlions that would
have never ured. For thee he would have climb.
ed the mountain steep, and braved the angry
storm, when the Grea: Spirit frowned IN the
darkness. He would have taught thy infant
feet to explore the secret paths OF the forest,
and pointed out 20 thy inexperienced eye The
faint traces o. thy enemy on the fallen Leaf
He would have guided thy young arm whrn II
first aimed the arrow al The bounding buffalo
He would have taught thee to build the light
canoe, aud ride the deep waters in safety. bul
he is no more. In the summer Of his days he
us" EIohama paused Tecumseh for a mo-
ment seemed lost in thought-then sudden
ly exclaimed, "Mother why does he not awak-
en?' "My son, his is the sleep OF death
"Death?" said the boy, in anaccent OF inquiry,
and evidently ignoran, of her meaning 10
day." resumed Elohama, "you saw deer
bounding through the forest. He was lovely
in strength and beauty, and Heeler than the
winds 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 struggling animal. short time passed
away, and the -warm blood which AiAwsd tE sqqtf}
hiftI tJFd Ana such is the sleep of hv father"
An awful pause ensued. The fcaturs Of Te-
cumseh assumed shastl, ierocl,y. "Nlorher,
whose arrow cleft the heart OF my father!-
"Mv son, thou hast seen told Of people beyond
these wiids, who are the enemies Of thy race
Their souls are dark with Hcathery, and their
hands are red with blood. They came with
The pipe OF friendship TO our forests, and smok-
ed the calumet with nation: but they met
thy father alone among his hills; they pierced
his bosom and fed! He was warrior, and his
arm was the arm of strength. Great might
have been his deeds. but lis heart is now mou-
dered 10 DUST his eve is shut IN darkness, and
the wolf and the buffalo bound over his grave
unheeded." Tecumseh burst from the encir-
cling ms Of his mother, and the fe arful glance
of his eye changed suddenly to flashes OF light
ming "Mo her, give me my hstchet. and lead
me to their villages! will drink their blood!
will consume their racc!" $Elohama smiled al
the enthusiasm she had so anxiously endeasor-
ed to awaken. "My son." she replied, "thy arm
is ye, too feeble, and thy arrow is still insure
Thy Ratchet must lie in its rus,, till the bios
SONS of many spring shed their leaves round
the grave Of thy father But time rolls on
withou, ceasing; the winter passes quickly "a
way, and the summer is again here. Thou
shalt soon rejoice in ny strength Of manhood,
ard thy enemies alar of shall hear thy name
and tremble." d.
From the Lexington { Ky = Reporter.
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LEGATION, bu: the writer wis. we hope, excuse us
for the Liberty we take in communicating the
information it contains to our readers We
know his statements may be relied on, and we
have too much confidence in his opinions and