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

While The Wyandoi warriors had beer
gone 10 ihs Mar. new dwsIler had bull
ihis SlgHsm IN their village. Il Was !
lesE.l priest named Ia Quesne, = Trls,
I've. ] lhink. OF the old Governor. lie
Vas Young. ardent. full Of faith, and void
iai al worldlinsss. Upon The banks d
The LILLE Rhone stream that sung by his
isiher's dnor, he had read II the lsbors 81
The Galhnlies in China. India. and Amer
iea-among The mountains Of Mexico,
and By The mighty lakes Of Canada: and
Lis quick spirit had been Wrought To thai
poiHi that crowns and kingdoms, wealth,
Poaer. and fame. were - dust in the bal.
anee. against the suferings and lsborE, ilie
Trials and g!ories. 81 q missionary. And
INV that lie ass amid those trials, lie walk
cd a. me worthy Of Them; and so kindly.
50 losing. 50 true, we're al his words and
SAYS. that the young Wyandoi women.
Who understood bat one word m ten. came
with their children and listened 10 him,
as We listen u sweet song 10 foreign
tongue.
But the Deep-rirer was no woman;
and when lie heard. al his return. Of the
hnid Father Louis had taken on the AZ.
IeeIions ol his people. he would almost
have driven him IRON the village. had he
not been FTeneh-lhe foe Of his 'fae; fur
he fell as Red Jacket felt and said. in az
ter years: ." II you wish Us well, keep
away; do not disturb Us; We like our re.
ligion. and DO not want another"
have said that the WyandM chief
meant 10 adopt the boy EmsnueI: and
though the ceremonies Of adoption were
still delayed. he treated him as q son, and
as a son expected him To fear and obey
him. But The Virginia lad was little dis
passed. al times, TO do any ones will but
his own, and his Indian father then pua-
ished him. Indian fashion, broke hole
in the ice. aud thrust him in. Such treat
menl brought on contests. and the contests
produced IIl'leelings. The young Long
knife, as his red pIsymsies called him.
vas hot aud quick. and the Deep-river
was one who would be obeyed.
Upon an occasion ol this kind the w.
an'ioi, thinking he was running the boy
by too great indulgence. pulled forth a
buffalo thong, and gave him q scourging
that vent through muscles and bones 10
the soul itself. Noon came. and Emsn-
uel was not 10 The wigwam. Night came,
and still he was not in the wigwam. The
chief needed but TO reflect but one mo-
men,, and his own feelings told him that
the beaten child had lef, his lodge. The
mind Of the savage 10 like . nicely p0is-
ed weight. and for a while The Deep.riv.
ca balanced between admiration and en-
nifty; affection stronger Than ever, and
more deadly hate.
The hoy had. as he supposed. left him
full Of the agony and impotence Of boy
ish resentment. lie had seen. while al
play. another white face in the village.
and went a, once 10 the hut Of the Jesuit.
His story was soon made ineligible to
one thai read English as well as Father
Louis did, and they slept tina, night side
By side.
With The first dawning Of the day, the
Wyandol chief was abroad. His mind
balanced no longer. III was the part
Of squaw to spare him as did," he
said; "lhe Grea, Spirit is angry; he would
smell the blood Of the I.ong-knife." lie
stood for an instant in the cenue Of the
Indian town; then, with unerring instinct,
wen, straight to the Frenchman's door.
Emanuel lay upon the arm Of his new
protector, dreaming Of that quiet vale up
on the Greenbriar, where he had chased
butterflies with his sisters, and where
the bones al ihuse sisters now w!iiened
in the rains Of winter. Suddenly the
dim light Of morning broke through the
opened door, and was hid again by the
lorm Of the Deep-river. He bent over
the slrepers, aud seeing il to be as he
supposed. shook the priest by the arm.
What want you'll" said Du Quesne,
alarmed ard half awake. The Wyan-
dot pointed TO the child, who, with pale
cheek. but set teeth. drew back from his
dreaded father. The Frenchman shrug-
ged and shook his head.
i" lie is my son!" said the savage.
sternly.
Those words drove fear from Emanu-
els heart, fur the nigh, Of his fathers
death was fresh before his MAD. "lfs
lie!" he said! "you murdered my IA
ther--you siole mel"
Shall | take him." said the Deep
river, calmly. $3.50
For whal!" asked tho doubling
priest.
Dealh!' was the brief, but all-com.
pretending answer.
/" NeVer--l will die myself soonerr'
said the jesuit. his clear eve dila,ing.
alt is well!''--and the chief turned on
his heel as he spoke.
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II lacks half an hour Of full noon. The
Indian children have left their sports on