The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1838-10-25

l"h s-hnltca hefe tIong. ana nv fatnef
iell asleep. Then his red children fought
alont; they took prisoners: they drank
The liie-blOod Of my fsIher's enemies.
Was this wrnng! @-@ ~~#@
!" Ny fsther has . religion. and wor-
ships The GrtstSPiriI in way Of his own.
The LOng-kmves hale his religion; have
heard ihat they killed the friends OF my
father, because they prayed with him.
Was il lying bird that Ipld me this!
" Brother, the boy you hold by the
hand hates my fathers religion. and
would shed his blood. Look! daes not
ny bfoshcr put . rsiilesnake in his boz
sanl!
" BrollsCr! our chief would crush the
snake. but he will not tear il from him
that shelters IL; he will crush both To-.
gether. He tells Us my brother wills il
so.
"See! when the sun is on this line, il
Is noon. Till then, my brother NAV
think il he will yet hold the reptile; or
he may show US Why he holds il. When
u is noon. the club must 60 round. aud
my brother will 1--we or die, as the coun-
ell plesses."
For some moments the breath Of the
jesuit came too fast far his feelings 10
hnd words; but his enthusiasm was too
deep. 10 let the weak body rule long. and.
dr"ppIng the English boys hand. and
throwing back hrs robe, he answered
them in their own tongue:
" WaIriors!" he said. 81 had Thought
you brave-l heard Of bold deeds done
by you; but must iiavs erred. Perhaps
il was The Senecas that did these things;
and the Wyandols Sit al home. and spill
the blood 0i priests and childreni No!
NO. you say! What means this coun.
Gil! Is not the Deep-river strong enough
10 tear This boy from me. if he wishes
hint Does he fear a white man, that
he does not do il! Let him do il, and
he shall see that can die in the boys
cause.
But my brother says the boy is nv
enemy. Then why did he come to my
feet for help! No human being is my
enemy that asks my assistance-red or
white, man or child. care not what
tongue he speaks, or what dress he wears.
If he is helpless, he is my friend.
"My brother says this boy hates his
fslher's religion. Does my brother care
Tor thai religion! and if not, why came
10 this place! To make him care for it,.
| love him. though he knows nothing Of
III love him, even though in his igno-
rance, he hates ms. My brother wor-
ships the Master Of Life, and | worship
him, and this boy worships him; more
than that, care not TO know. You.
my brother, and |, have one father,
my France, and so we are brothers,
though we dress differently and speak
no, the same language; and you. and this
boy. have one Father in Heaven. and le,
US differ in other things as we may, we
are brothers still. II is enough! lie is
helpless and is'my friend--he is like me,
child Of the Great Spirit, as such, |
will die Tor hun.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, and
not word more was spoken in that as.
sembly. Then the hands of the priest
were bound together, and bell drawn
over his ewes. That was the nnmen. Of
agony. In the darkness Of that moment,
his fathers cottage rose before him, and
he saw the old man kneeling. and heard
his prayer for the chosen and best below
ed one in the wilderness. Then, indeed,
was the heart Of the missionary faint.
All that he had labored for. and looked
forward to. was in that moment lost for.
ever. But the hand Of Emanuel sought
his again. and the touch was relief. He
felt tina, he died for great principle, and
that his death would no, be in vain; that
he was about gaining. not loosing, what
he had labored for and looked forward to.
The word passed that il was noon.
The bel. fell from the Jesuil's eyes. and
before him with keen and polished
knife, slond the Deep-river.
lis my brother yet s.rons!' said The
chirf,ain.
." lie is stronger than ever, Wyando,. "
replied the ready victim; " he rpjoices
To die for an enemy, aud one that hates
his faith. lie might talk christianity for
yeats, and your ears be deaf; but see, he
dies for a stranger and a foe!. This is
sermon that will sink into your heart,
though i, ere stone. S,rike!"
The blade descended. but il was to cut
the bonds, no, To pierce the heart.
My brother" said tue Indian, " is
no coward. He has spoken gond words.
lie has acIed like a man. We believe
the Great Spirit has whispered wisdom
IN his ear. Look! nv brother is free;
the boy OF The Long.knives is Gree--lhey
may gu! The D,ep-river will shed ne
blood this day."
Frm tae Norfolk Beacon.
TRADES VS.. PROFESSIONS.