The Arkansas advocate., 1833-12-18

.Weli, it may be so,' answered the Squire, .for I didn't see it---but, Jones, didn't know 1t was you--how are you to night?"
 "Oh, Pm well enough--but l wanted to have seen you, this afternoon, about that etarnai h.ls.aess between ne and Wilson. Dern my skin, if the fellow don't pay me- Ii I don't mean to sue him!"
 2 ssCome, mind your game" interrupted one of the men who were playing with him, ssand don't be talking
 The man who spoke, was low, square built man, with arepulsive countenance and touring, downward look. afterwards had occasion to remember this circumstance.
 The game and the conversation went on, and shortly after, an Indian opened the door and came in, with the silent tread, common tto that people. He placed lis rife behind the door, and advancing to the bar, lad down small piece of money, and uttered the single word 'whiskey'. Having fin ished his dram, he quietly seated himself by the fire, and drawing his pipe from his belt, filled it with tobacco and kinillinic,~ and proceeded to smoke.
 The night wore away--and one after an- other the company dispersed. Jones, who was winner to considerable amount, de- posted his pocket book in his vest pocket, called for parting glass, mounted his horse, and rode away from the house. The Indian rose silently, and departed after him, in the same direction-and went wearily to bed. x * *
 While was sitting at my breakfast, the next morning, sudden trampling of hoofs came up to the door, and man alighted, came hastily in, and informed us, that Jones had been found, shot, in the edge of thick ct, about four miles from town--and a cor oner's jury was immediately summoned to attend at the place. l, who am naturally a apoking, busy sort of parsonage. accompa- nied the jury-not, however, officially. A crowd was gathered round the place when we arrived-but they mechanically opened for us, as we came up. The body of the man was lying at the root of large oak and the fiickering shade fell on the face, ad- ding to the ghastly and unnatural look of the dead. When we gaze suddenly upon one who lies before us, stricken down by the bullet or the sword, there is strange, dim feeling of wonder, that life could have pas sed so soon from the body-all Is like slream--and even the voices of the specta- tors have an indistinct, murmuring sound, which We hear, but heed not. There was i puddle of blood congealed on the grass, and seen thick upon the dry leaves -and his hand grasped part of the bride, which he had torn away in falling. In the air was the loud Tapping of the heavy wing of the buzzard, already attracted by the smell of blood, and sailing in slow circles above the thicket. It was sound to make ones heart contract with horror.
 The jury proceeded to do their duty.-- They turned over the stiff and lifeless body, and in his left side was small bullet hole no other wound was visible, but his pockets were entirely empty. The verdict vas murder, by some person or persons un- known
 Suspicion attached itself to the Indian. 1t was remembered that he had left the tav- ern immediately after the deceased, and that he had gone in the same direction.--
 He was accordingly followed by several men--found at the temporary village, which a portion of his tribe had established-and brought, tied hand and foot, to the town for trial.
 A court was hastily formed, the next mor- ming, consisting of three Justices of the peace, and at an early hour, the Prisoner was placed at the bar.
 Notwithstanding my prejudice against him and his people--tor all Indians, Heckewel- der, Cooper, Neal. or any body else, to the contrary, notwithstanding-are as far as know any thing about them, generally mean, treacherous and unprincipled-I say, not withstanding this prejudice, was struck with admiration, at the figure and bearing of the condemned and prejudged prisoner. He was tall and noble Indian-wih a broad, round and swelling chest, full, muscular, yet graceful outline--a bold cast of features--an eagle nose--a firm and compressed lip, and an eye that never wan ed or quailed before the look of any one of those who were to judge him. am not one of those who rave with enthusiasm, at the thought of an Indian, like the sickly and sickening poets, and pretty, squeamish misses, who enhghten the world by their u- cubrations on the Indian character The time has been, when l, too, thought them the noblest of Gods creatures-when one of that wronged and trampled race was, to me, wonder and delight. have been as enthusiastic as Neal or Cooper-and had written Indian stories, before had seen wigwam, CT been out of the smell of city. Now, the case is different. Inow regard an Indian as he is--as being, no- hle n many roints--as d brave, fearless, nafienf decanfiva and fnaanlu cnnriix,.r x.no.,