Western courier. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1837-1838, 1837-09-21

tenng, 80 vivid, that for moment, the
mountains and their reccsses were all re.
yealed; their high heads that reached up.
ward to the heavens; their yawning
chasnls and deep gulies; the huge rocks,
some fixed as canh's foundations, and
others apparently suspended in air, ready
to topple on the heads of those beneath;
the darF. trees, theirroots and fi5ers twist
cd, like serpents, amid the precipices,
over which they We're bending, and as il
were, ciinging for safety. A tremedous
peal of thunder folIwed its roar shook
the earth, and its echoes roverberated
through the pcnt air with deafening
tnoise. 1t seemed TO have rent the clouds,
sorlin a moment after the rain burst in
torrents.
1t was vain to attempt moving forward,
while the wind and rain beat SO furiously;
Robert asked his guide where they could
shelter. Mendowit pointed to the west
side Of the moutain, near which they
stood, and began hastily to ascend. Rob-
ert followed. The path was pcrilious,
and required much caution: but the In
dian seemed well acquainted with the
way, and easily surrlounted the difficulties
till he reached cavern in the side Of a
prccipice, which they both entered in
safety.
They we're now safe from the pcltings
of the storm, but not from its uproar. 1t
seemed as if the elements of air, fire and
water were allowed to wreak their fury
on the shrinking and quaking earth -
The Tightening that blazed in one contin-
ued glare; the rolling of the thunder, that
shook, to their foundation, these evarlast-
ing hills; the rain, that did not fa!lin drops
but poured in large streams from the black
clouds; the following Of the wind as it
waved from the passes, or filed the hol-
low chasms; the frequent and loud crash
of falling rocks and trees--al united to
giveto the scene an awful sublimity, which
the aroused soul could feel, but no Ian
guoge can ever communicate or describe.
Amid this wreck Of matter, and what
seemed as were. the crush of worlds,
Robert hSgded not his own danger; he
only thought Of his young and tender
bride. At every fresh burst of the tenn
pest, "Oh, where is Mary now?" came
over his heart till his knees smote togeth-
Fer, gSld largo drops of sweat started on
his pale forehead. Then he would rush
to the narrow entrance of the cell with
clenched hands, and look abroad to see if
there was any abatement of the storm;
and then, in dispair, he would seek the
furthest gloom Of the cavern, throw him
self down on the damp rock, close his
eyes, and struggle to Danish all thought
from his mind.
Thus passed the hours till after mid
night, when, during a pause of the wind,
strange sound was heard. 1t was not
like shrek OF cry from any human
voice, or the yell or moan of a wild beast;
it was deep dismal sound, an unearthly
tone, thrilling the listener like the warm
ing call from some peFturbed spirit.
Robert started from his feet. A bright
fash of lightning showed him Mendowt
rising from his incumbent posture; his
hands were falling powerless by his side,
and his face expressed an internal agita-
ton and terror which red man rarely
exhibits.
"It is the voice of Abamocho," said the
Indian, in a tone that evidently trmebed.
81 have heard it once before. He calls
for victim"
"Who is he :" demanded Robert, un-
sheathing his sword.
g He is the spirit Of the dark land''
shrinking down to hide himself from
some dreaded object. "He rules over
these mountains; he comes in the storm,
and none whom he marks for destruction
can escape him."
Roberts whole soul had been so en-
crossed with the idea of Mary, and how
to rescue her, that scarce thought or
care for any other human being had en-
tered his mind since he left Dover. The
noise he had just heared, and Merdowt's
singular manner, now aroused his curl
osity, and he enquired of Mendowit why
he was SO moved at the idea of approach
ing Agiocochook.