The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-01-28


ers to nothing
said to my companions, as we were about to de-
scend from the towering bluffs into the prairie
will take that buffalo trail, where the travelling
herds have slashed down the high grass, and max
ing Tor that blue point, rising, as you can discern,
above this ocean grass; good days work will
bring us over this vast meadow before SUNSET" We
entered the trail, and slowly progressed our way,
being obliged to follow the winding paths of the
buffalo, for the grass was higher than the backs of
our horses. We followed the path of our Indian
guide and busily traced him until the midday sun
had brought us to the ground, and refreshments
spread before us. He partook Of them not, but
stood like statue, while his black eye in sullen
silence swept the horizon around, and then with
deep-drawn sigh he gracefully sunk to the earth and
lay with his face to the ground. Our buffalo tongues
our pemcan and marrow fat were spread before
us, and in the full enjoyment of these dain-
ties of the Western World, when, quicker than the
frightened Elk, our Indian friend sprang upon his
feet. His eye skinned again slowly over the
prairle's surface, and he laid himself as before up
on his face.
Red Thunder seems sullen to-day" said Boz
gert-' he starts at every rush of the wind, and
scOwls at the whole world that is about him."
''-Ihcrcs a rare chap for you--a fellow who
would shake his fist at Heaven when he is at home,
and here is grass patch must make his fire-medi-
cine for circumstance that he could easily leave at
a shake of his horses heels" " Not sac sure o
that, my honey, though wen not be making too
light of the matter, nor either be frightened at the
moons strange actions. But Baptiste, III tell you
IN ord, (and that's enough,) there's something
more than odds i'll all this medicine If this mons
fool he was born out of his country, that's all
and If the Divi iver gifts him, he must TAX him
cowd, for he is too swift and too wide awake to be
taken alivc-you understand that | suppose. But
to come to the plain matter, suppose that the Fire
spirit, (and go for somewhat of witchcrafD say,
supposin that this Fire-spirit should st Imply his
pipe on tother side of this prairie, and strike up
bit OF blaze in this high grass and send it pack
ing across IN this direction, before sch death of
wind as this is BY the Bull Barley, I'll bet you'd
be after making medicine and taking bit of it,
too to get rid of the racket
Yes, but you see, Patrck-,'
Never mind that mot wishing to disarb you)
an suppose the blowing wind was comm fast ahead,
Jlst blawlng about our ears warld of smoke and
chokin to death, and we were dancin about a
Narginny reel among these little paths, where the
Dvil would we be by the time got to that bluff,
tor ITS no fool of a distance? Givin you time to
spake, would say aword more-(askn your par
dom II know by the expression of your face, mon,
you neever have seen the world on fire vet, and
therefore you know nothing at all of hurly burly
OF tins kInd-dId ye-dd ye iver see, land jst
want to know did We vcr the fire in high grass
run with strong wind about five mile and the
half and then hear it strike into slash of dry cane
brake Il would jist you that !-by thunder,
you nlver have, for your eyes would st stick out
of your head at the thought of it !-"D Did We iver
look way into the backside of Mr. Maelzefs Mos
COW, and see the flashing flames running up and
then hear the poppin of the militia fire list after
wards then you have jst a touch of it!-ye're
lst beglnnng-ye may talk about fires, but this is
sch haste Of a fre.-Ask Jack Sanforo-he's a
chap that can tell you all about it," "Not wishing
10 diStarb you-l would say word more-and
hat Is this-lf were advisin would say that we
are getting too far into this mbustibc meadow for
he grass is dry, and the wind is too strong TO make
hight matter of, at this season of the year-an now
I'll list tell ye how Mckenzie and were sarved in
his very place about two years ago-and he's a
worldly chap, and never aslapc, my word for that
halo, what's thatl"
Red Thunder was on his feet his long arm was
stretched over the grass, and his blazing eye-balls
starting from their sockets w Whiteman, (said he)
zee We that small cloud lifting itselfrom the prairie
he rises!-the hoofs of our horses have walked him.
FIRE Spirits awake-this wind is from his nos
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