Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1835-01-26

mons fool, he was born out of his own coun-
try, that's all and fthe Divil liver gifts him, he
must take him cowld, for he is too swift and too
wide awake to be taken alive-you understand
that | supposed But, to come to the plain mat
ter-suppose that the Fire-spirit, (and go for
somewhat Of witchcraft)-l say, supposin that
this Fire-spirit should jist Imply his pipe on to-
Their side of this prairie, and strike up bit OF
blaze in this high grass, and send It packing
across in this direction, before SIGH death OF a
wind as this is! BY the Bull Barry, rll bet you'd
be after making medicine and taking a bit OF
it. too, to get rid Of the racket"
Yes, but you see, Patrick-."
Never mind that mot wishing to dstarb youl
an suppose the blowing wind was comm last d
head list blawing about our ears warld OF
smoke and chokn us to death, and we were
dancin about Varginny reel among these litue
paths where the Dvil would we be by the time
we got to that Bluff for IT'S no fool Of distance
"Givin You time to spake, would say word
more-askin your pardon)-I know by the ex-
preston ofyour face, mon you never have seen
the world on fire yet, and therefore you know
nothin at all Of huriy burly of this kind-dld we
did We liver see, (and jist want to know ala
We liver see the fire in high-grass, run with
strong wind about five miles and the hall, and
then hear it strike into slash Of dry cane brake!
Il would jist AK you that?--by thunder, you
niver have, for your eyes would jist stick out OF
your head at the thought OF it," Did we lver
| look way into the backside of Mr.. MaelzePs
| Moscow, and see the lashin flames runnln up;
and then hear the poppin of the militia ire llst
arterwardS2-then you have jist touch OF 1T
we're list begining-ye may talk about fires, but
this is SIGH haste of a fre-Ask Jack Sandford-
he's a chap that can tell you all aboutit MOI
| wishing to diStarb you'll would say woru
more-and that is this-ifl were advsln, wouio
say that we are getting toe far into tins impusl
| BILE meadow, for the grass is dry, and me Wlho
| l;.xhk ttnr n
son of the year-an now I'll jis tell We how NC
Kenzie and were sarved in this very place about
two years ago-and he's worldly chap and
! never aslape my word for that hallo,
| what's that"
Red Thunder was on his fset!-his long arm
was stretched over,the grass and his blazing eye
balls starting from their sockets!- UhHe man,
(said he esee We that small cloud lifting itself from
the prairie?-he rses!-the hoois OF our horses
have walked him. Fire Spirit is awake-this
wind is from his nostris. and his face is this way"
No more-but his swift horse darted under.
him, and he gracefully slid over the waving grass
as il was bent by the wind. Our viands we're
left and we were swift on his trail. The extra
ordinary leaps Of his wild horse, occasionally
raised his red shoulders to view, and he sunk
again in the waving pillows of grass. The tire
mulo,ls wind was hurrying by us fast, and on ii
was borne the agitated wing of the soaring ca
gle his neck was stretched for the towering bluff,
and the thrilling screams of his voice told the Sc
cret that was behind him. Our horses were swift,
and we struggled hard, yet hope was feeble. for
the bluff was yet blue and nature nearly exhaust
ed-the sunshine was dying and cool shadow
| advancing over the plain-not daring to look
back, we strained every nerve-the roar OF
distant cataract seemed gradually advancing
on us-the winds increased and now the bowling
tempest was maddening behind us-the swift
win ged Beetle and Heath Hens nstinctvely drew
tlair tive ifrl,f linz
bounding antelope passed us also-and the still
spifer long-legged Hare, who leaves but shd-
dor as he fles!-Here was no time FOR thought
but recoeCt the heavens were overcast-the
distant thunder was heard, the tightening glare
was reddenng the scene-and the smell that
came on the winds struck terror to my soul.
The piercing yell of my savage guide,
at this moment came back upon the winds-hs
robe was seen waving in the air, and his foaming
horse leaping up the towering bluff. Our breath
and our sinews, in this last struggle for life, were
just enough to bring us to its summit We had
risen from sea Of fire. Great Cod exclaim
ed, how sublime to gaze into that valley, where
the elements of nature are so strangely convuis-
ed! Ask not the poet or painter how it looked, for
they can tell you not; but ask the naked sdrdge.
and watch the electric twings ofhis manly nerves
and muscles, as he pronounces the heightened
"hush-sh''-his hand on his mouth, and his
glaring eyebals looking you to the very soul.
beheld beneath mean immense cloud OF black
smoke which extended from one extremity ofthis
vast plain to the other, and seemed ma eSticay
to roll over its surface in a bed of liquid fire
and above this mighty desolaiion, as it rolled
along, the whitened smoke, pale with terror, was
streaming and rising up in magnifcen! cliffs to
Heaven!
| stood secure but tremblingly, and heard the
maddenng wind which hurled this monster DER
the land Iheard the roaring thunder, and saw
Its thousand lghtnings flash, and then saw be-
hind, the black and smoking desolaton Of this
storm Of Fire!
Go! THE POOR INDIAN"