Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-02-13
English will never cover it, Ye, when

English will never cover it, Yet when
he held his son IN his alias, as nis ias.ief
had done before him, nc sis0ed 10 neai
the strokes oil the axe leveilii.g the old
trees OF tue woods. Sometimes he iooe-
ed sorrowiul,y on has baby boy, and
thought Ao mad percnancc one nim much
| wrong, when ne s,noaed u pipe IN the
sigwam of the stranger.
Gao day he ieit ms nome before the
grey mist OF morning had gone from the
hills, to seek food Tor his wife AID child.
fhe polar star was bright in The heavens
ere he returned, yet MS hands wero emp
ty. The white mans gun had scared the
beasts Of the forest, and the arrow Of the
Indian was sharpened IN VAN iowon-
tonamo entered ms wig wam.wi.h a cloudy
brow. He did not look at SOonscetah,
he did not speak to her boy; but, silent
and s%ulien, he sat leaning On the head Of
his re he wept not, tor an Indian
may not weep; but the muscles OF his
face betrayed the struggle within his
soul. Tho S%unny-cyc approached fear
fully, and laid her little hand upon his
brawny houlder, as she asked, Why Is
tho Eagles eye on the earth? What has
Soonseetah done, that her child dare not
look in the tace OF his lather" Slowly
tho warrior turned his gaze upon her
The expression oil sadness d%cepened, as
he answered, Tho Eagle has taken Il
snake to his nest, how can his young
sleep in 1t? The Indian boy, al! C
scioUs OF the iorcbodelngs wnich stirred
his fathers spirit, moved to MS side, and
pecpcd up in ms ace w!th a mingled eX-
preston OF love and fear
The heart OF the generous savage was
full, even to bursting Ills maud trem-
b.ed, as he placed At OH Inc sleek, black
hair Of his only son. the Great SPIRIT
bless thee, the Great Spirit bless thee,
and give thee back the hunting ground
of the Mohawk!' he exclaimed. Then
folding ilnn, for an instant, IN an almost
crushing embrace, he gave han to his
mother, and darted from the WI"
Two hours ne remained IN the open
air; but the clear breath OF heaven
brought no relief to his noble and SUI
tering soul. Wherever he looked abroad,
the rayagcs OF the civilized destroyer
me. his eye. Where were the trees, UNI
der which he had iroilcKed IN infancy,
sported N boyhOod, and rested after the
iatigues OF batlei They formed the
English boat, or lined the Engisn dwell
ing. Where were the hoiy sacrifice
heaps Of his peoples! The stones were
taken to fence IN the land, winch the in
truder dared ia call his own. Where
was his fathers grave? The strangers
road passed over 1t, and his. cattls ram
pied on the ground where the mighty
Mohawk slumbered here was his
acc powerful tribe? Alas! in the white
mans wars they had joined with tho
British, in the VAN nope Of recovering
their lost privileges. Hundreds had gone
to their last home, others had joined dis
tant tribes, and some .)ltiiuI %wretches,
whom he scorned TO CAL brothers, con-
scented to live On the white mans bounty.
These were c~urrod,ug reflections, and
well might fierce thoughts OF vengeance
pass through the mind of he deserted
prince; but he vas pow Iiess now, and
the English swarined, like vulturcs
around the dying. Ii Is the work of
the Great SPIRIT SAID no. the English
mans God made the Indians neart
afraid; ard now he is like u wounded
buffalo, when hungry wolves arc on his
trail
When ~Powontona.no returned to his
hut, his countenance, though severe was
composed. He spoke to the ,uuny-eye
with more kindness than the savage
generally addresses the wife OF ms
youth; but his look told her that she
must MOI ask The grief which mad put a
woman's heart within the breast of the
far-lamed Mohawk Eagle.
The next day when the young chief
tain went out on a hunting eXpedtIon,h e
was accosted by a rough, square-bull,
farmer. Powow,' SAID ne, { your qua"
has been stripping a dozen OF my trees,
and | don't like it over much 1t was a
moment when the Indian could i'll brook
the white mans insolence. Listen,
B~ufalo-head!' shouted he; and a. he
spoke he seized the shaggy pate of the
UNCONSCIOUS offender, and eyed him
with the concentrated venom Of an am
| pushed rattlesnake. Listen to the chief
Of the Mowhawk,! These broad lands
are all his own. VIII n the white man
first left his cursed footprint in the for
est, the Great Bear looked down upon
the big tribes of ~iroquois and Abnaquis
| IT. wigwams of the noble %,elawares
thick, where the soft winds dwell. The
rising sun glanced on the fierce Pc
quods, and the illinois, the Miamies.a n
! warlike tribes, like the hairs of your
head, marked hi going down Had the
red man struck We then, your tribe would