The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-05-13


final farewell--they know him no more From this
point our selection commences.
The despair of hell was in the face of the victim
and he howled forth in cry OF agony that for
moment silenced the wild chorus of the crowd
around the terrible consciousness in his mind Of
that priya,ion which The doom entailed upon him.
Every feature was conyused with emotion-and the
terrors of Opitchi Manneyto's dominion seemed al
ready in strong exercise upon the muscles of his
heart, when Sanutee the father, silently approach
ed and with pause of IA few moments stood gaz-
ing upon the son from whom he was about to be
separated eternally-whom not even the uniting,
the restoring hand of death could possibly restore
II TO him. And he-hIs noble son--the pride of
his heart the geam of his hope, the triumphant
warrior who was even TO increase his own glory,
and transmit the endearing title of weI-bcloyed,
which the Ycmassec had given him, to a succeeding
generation. The promises were all blasted, and the
father was now present to yield him up forever-to
deny him-to forfeit him. in fearful penalty, to the
nation whose genius he had wronged, and whose
rights he had yolated-The old man stood for
moment, rather, we may suppose, for the recovery
of resolution than with desire for his contempla-
ton. The pride of the youth back to him,
the pride of the strong mind in its desolation, his
eye caught the intlexble glance of his answering
father and he exclaimed bitterly aud loud,
"Whorefore art thou come--thou hast been my
foe not my father-away-l would not behold thee
and he closed bis eyes after the speech as if to re-
lieSe himself from disgusting presence
Thou hast said well lOcconestoga-Sanutee is
thy loe-he is not thy father To say this in thy
ears has he come Look on him, Occonnestoga-I
look up aud hear thy doom. The young and the
old of the Yemassee--ihe warrior and the chief
they have all forgotten thee. Occonestoga is no
name for the YemasSee. The Yemassee gives it
to his dog. The prophet of Manneyto has forgotten
thec-thou art unknown TO those who are thy peo-
pie. And !, thy father, with this speech, yield the
to Opitcbi- Manneyto. Sanutee is no longer thy fa- |
ther-thy father knows thee more"-and once
more to the of the victim that melancholy /
chorus of the multitude He knows thee no more"
Sanu,ee turned quickly away as he had spoken, and,
as if he suffered more than he was willing to show,
the old man rapidly fastened to the little mound
where he had been previously sttlng-his eyes di- /
verled from the farther spectacle. Occonestoga,
goaded to madness by these several Incidents Shrek
ed forth the most bitter exccrations, until Enoree- I
Mattee, preceding Malatchie, again approached. ,
Having given some directions in an under-tone to
the latter, he retired, leaving the executoner alone
with his victim. Malatchie, then while all was si-
lence in the crowd--a thick silence, in which even
respiration seemed to be suspended-proceeded to
his duty and lifting the feet of Occonncstoga care
fully from the ground, he placed log under them
then addressing him, he again barred his knife,
which he stuck in the above his head, he sung
" | take from thee the earth of Yemassee-
take from thee the water of Yemassee--
take from thee the arrow of Yemassee--
Go--thou art no Yemassee,
Yemassee knows thee no more"
" "Yemassee knows thee more," cried the null
titude and their universal shout deaiening upon
the Occonesoga said no word now-hc could |
offer no resistance To the unnerving hands of Mala-
chic, who now barred the arm more completely of its \
covering. But his limbs were convulsed with the |
spasms of that dreadful terror OF the future which |
was rackng and raging in every of his frame.
The silence of all indicated the general anxiety and /
NIalatchie prepared to seize the knife and perform
the operation, when confused murmur arose from
the crowd the mass gave way and parted, and rush
ing wildly into the area, came Matiwan, his mother
the long, black hair streaming-the features, an
likeness to his own, convulsed like his
and her action that of reckless of all things i'm
he way of the forward progress she making to
he person of her child. She cried aloud as she
voice that rung like a sudden death
bell through the ring" Would you keep the mo-
her from her boy, and he to be lost to her forever
Shall she have parting with the young brave she
bore in her bosoml Away, keep me not back--I
will look upon, will love him. He shall have the /
blessing of Matiwan, though the Yemasscc and the
Manneyto curse"
The victim heard, and momentary renovation
of mental life, perhaps renovation of hope, spoke (
out in the simple exclamation which fell from his
lips:
"Oh, Matiwan--oh mother"
She rushed towards the spot where she heard his
appeal, and thrusting the executoner aside, threw
her arms about his neck.
"Touch him not, Matwan," was the general cry 1
from the crowd.
Touch him not, Matiwan-Manneyto knows
him more"
:" But Mawan knows him--thc mother knows |
her child, though the Manncy,o denies him. oh,
boy--oh, boy, boy" And she sobbed like an in
fant on his neck
"Thou art come, Matiwan--thou art come, but
wherefore ITO like the father-to curse like
the Manneyto, mournfulIy said the captive.
"No, no, no. Not to curse--not to curse.-When