Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1836-04-29


rested in the chase, or struck I'M his forest
hire to repose beside at night to resume the
hunt again at dawn2 Here immediately be-
fore you is Hadley, the renowned in the In.
dian wars Turn to the pages of your mem.
DRY ana revive the scenes that have been en-
acted on It's fertile mcadows--on its sandy
plains OF pine-in its wide and beautiful
streets-on the broad and smiling Connect.
cut Bid adieu 10 Holyokc and Noun,
Warner, and the beautiful villages that sleep
at their feet, aud cast one look at Surnr
LOAF as you pass. Now you are in the vii
Iage Of Bloody Brook, the ground which
the brave Captain Laihrop and his men
fought and died upon--yeu, upon the soil
that was drenched with their blood and be-
meath which their dccayed bones are rest
ing, while every tongue above their grave
is eloquent with their praise. Next we shall
arrive at Deerfeld. This town. you. recol
lect, was burned by the Indians nearly
century and half ago but there you will
see, Just back of that brick church, house
that alone was preserved through the conna-
grafton, and still stands to tell the tales of
other days. Greenfield. which you see Won.
der between the hills, is another of those
pleasant villages which ihickly gem the
banks OF the Connecticut. From this place
we will pass into Bernardston, a very rich,
agricultural town, where we shall find quite
different scenery. You see the hills begin
to grow frequent, and as you advance 20 the
North, larger and higher. Though far DIFF
terent IN every feature, the prospect here can.
not fall much short in beauty to most OF
those towns we have lnssed You have
No, 1l..l a.
enough for rclreshntent Mr. Cushman keeps
the best country hotel within the extent of
many miles-reiresh yourself here, by all
means. Seat yourself down to one OF my
landlords best dinners while | refresh my
memory and when repose is satisfied, we
will pass over to Gill, where we must part
when | have told my tale If you like,
from this town you can pass into Mortified,
thence to marlborough. through Hnsdale
all very pretty villages. well worth the
travellers while to visit them. Here recall
the words Of our beautiful poet Brainard-
recall, if You can, some half forgotten tale
of Captain Kidd and his money working
wonders; when | have finished, as you
cross the river TO Mortified, cast one look
down the stream upon kIDD's ISLAND.
1t was in the beautiful days Of June that
Robert Kidd and Miles Braddish launched
their Indian canoe on the Connecticut from
its banks at Saybrook The time was
Joyous one, aud but for the ragings OF re-
morse within the bosoms of the companions,
they could have been delighted with their
voyage up this beautiful stream, But trans.
gression produces bitter fruits-and he that
violates the laws Of his conscience must shut
his eyes to the beauties of nature, and close
his ears to the music of its melody Kidd
and his companion only strove to smother
the reproving principle within by plunging
deeper and deeper into vice. The trees on
the river banks were clothed with veeeta-
ton's fairest garb The sun arose at morn
to smile upon the earth and glory in the
beauty its presence gave-and all beneath
its sight rejoiced in the approval OF its Ma
ker How different from the polluted ad-
venturers in the boat With hands stained
with the blood of lcIlow-beings, and their lit
tie craft loaded with ill-gotten treasures,
could they have expected that success would
attend their journey2 But the sun shines,
the rain falls the earth produces its fruits as
we'll for the bood-stained pirate as for the
honest humble tlller of the earth.
Many beautiful island was passed-ma-
ny smiling village they behe!d on their
way. The rivers rapids and falls were
passed, as the Indian shuns them, when he
journies up the stream. Kidd and his COM
panion at last drew near the point Of their
destination, but not till the sun had set, aud
the moon was careering among the broken
fragments OF the black and drifting clouds.
They drew up their bark canoe upon the
beach of an island that rests upon the bosom
Of the broad Connecticut, IA hundred and
fifty miles from its mouth. A long and
cleaning knife was thrown upon the sand
iron boxes, filled with the gold of foreign
nations, were thrown heavily upon the peb-
bles, and the little bark soon followed
Kidd and his companion then seated them
selves upon the grass but few feet off
The devil is indeed our friend, said Kidd,
pointing to little skin Iowed playiully
along few rods from them upon the waters
Hush said Braddish. Are you sure
that his Satanic sir-are there not twoT
Did this hand ever commit the gold to
its rest but watch WINS set to guard it
I<neel down, lei them land
The skiff touched the shore but few
feet from where Kidd and his companion
lay concealed,
Mary, my love- said the youth, as he
stepped from the boat, stay here moment
while run and pick the flowers
Now is our time said Kidd. In mo-
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