The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-11-25

Naptaln ueheral oil spain SOUND Tunpets-her-
aids make proclamation - moment or two elaps-
ed, and the wild flourish of the trumpets was heard
without, and the sonorous voice of the leralds max
ing proclamation they ceased but there
shout of triumph applause.
/ Ha, by St. Jagon cried the chief Ha, by St.
Jago, but this must not be It's ominous and evil
Go forth, then, Jasco, and let them sound again,
and let my people shout for this, their loyal leader
1t was done, and CLEAN of triumphant satisfac-
ton shot across his hollow features he spoke again,
but it was with feeble voice.
am going, he said, : am going whence there
is no return Now mark me by your plighted
word do command you battle farther--striye
with the fates no farther for the faes adverse
conquer not thou this region for have conquered
it, and it is mine mine mine though / dy-
ing Mine it shall be though dead March to the
coast as best ye may, build ye such vessels may
bear ye from me, and this remnant of my peo-
pie Wilt thou do this, thou hast pledged thy
self to do it, noble Moscosol'
BY all my hopes, / will =
Me, then, me shall ye bury thus Not with la
menations not with womanish tears, not with vile
sorrow, but with the rejoicing anthem, with the blaze
of the trumpet, and the strong music of the drum !
fe shall sheath me in my mail, with my helmet on
my head, and my spur on my heel with my sword
IN my hand shall ye bury me; and with banner
of CASTLE for my shroud In the depths of the rv
er, of my river, shall ye bury me with lighted torch
For am not a conqueror, a conqueror with none to
brave my arm, or to gainsay my bidding! Where,
where is the man, savage civilized; Christian or
heather; Indian or Spanard, who hath defied Her
man de Soto, and not perished from the earth
Death is upon me; death from the Lord of earth
and heaven To Him l do submit me but to
mortals, never!'
Even as he spoke, warder entered the low door
way, and whispered a brief message to Moscoso
! Slight as was the sounds, and dim hanged the
senses of De Soto, he marked the entrance of the
soldier and eagerly enqulred the purport of the news
A messenger was the reply, an Indian from
the Matches
| Admit him he bears submission admit him.
so shall die with triumph in my heart
| The Indian entered man of stern features, and
Of well nigh giant stature. His head shaven to the
chivarous scalp-lock, decked with the pumes
of the war eagle, mingled with feathers of a gayer
hue-hs throat circled by necklace, struck
from the jaws of the gristy bear and cougar fear
fully mixed with tufts ofhuman hair his Iineamen,s
were covered the black war-paint; in one hand he
bore the crimson warpipe, and in the other the we'll
known emblem of Indian hostility, bundle of shafts
bound in the skin of the rattesnake.-With noise
less step he crossed the chambel-he flung the dead
ly gift upon the death-bed of De Soto-he raised
the red pipe to his lips-he puffed the smoke, and
then, in the wild accents of his native tongue, bore
to the Spaniards the defiance of his tribe concIl-
cadences of the war-whoop.
As the dying leader caught the raised tone of the
Indians words his eye had lightened, his burning
brow contracted into wreathng form! He knew
the import of his Speech by the modulation of his
voice, his lips quvered-his chest heaved--his hands
clutched the thin coyerlid, though they were
graphing to the lance rapier. The wild notes of
the war-whoop rang through the ears-and in death,
in death itself, the ruling passion was prevalent
manifestly terrible prevalent.
He sprung to his fect-bis form dilating and his
features flushing with all the energy of life. St.
Jago, he shouted, for Spain for Spain Soto
and victory, and with an mpotent effort to strike,
he fell fiat upon his face, the feet of the Indian
who had provoked his dying indignation
They raised him-but flood of gore had gushed
from his eyes, mouth and ears-he had burst some
one of the largest vessels-and already lifeless
ere he struck the ground
The sun had even sunk below the horizon
and the preparation for his funeral had been com
peted, it was already midnight. Five hundred
torches of the resnous pine tree flashed with their
crimson reflections the urbid water the barks
elided over its surface bearing the warrior to his
last home.
A train of cowled priests, with pix and crucifx
and steamng censer hoated in the van, making the
vauted woods echo to the high notes of the TIE
Deum. chaunted in lieu of the mournful Miserere
over the mortal part of the Inflated warrior.
But as the canoe came onward in which the corpse
was placed-seated erect he had ordered it, with
the good sword in the dead hand the polished he'll
y met glancing above the sunken features, and the
gay banner of CASTLE floating like mantle from
his shouders-the pealing notes of the trumpet, ano
: the roll of the battle drum, and the Spanish wal
Il cry St. Jago for De Soto and for Span-and
the crash of the voleyng arquebuses might be heard
d starting the wild beast, and the wilder Indians, o
g the forest, for leagues around.
! There was deep pause--a sullen pash-and
h every torch was extnguished. The discoverer o.
s the Mississippi slept beneath the waters. He had
crossed large part of the continent in search o
y gold, and found nothing remarkable as his bury
: ing place."