Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1839-08-22

DANES Of the burning houses. Soon the
whole town was IN q sheet of fame; the
mothers shrek and the infants wall had no
mower over the beast-like savage the plead
ing cry and the look Of anguish were an
swered by the swirl descent OF the IONA
hawk, and war club, or the deep cut OF Inc
gIiitering scnlping knife. At thai mornen,h
body of suvaRes entered the house OF INC
worthy minister, Mr.. Davenport. ana weIS
dragging the good old man and ms VIE anS
daughter to the door, 10 massacre them win
the general mass. A tall savage. aPpaIe ~
" The chief of his tribe, was dragging the
beautiful Julia by the hair. At this moment,
her dress became disordered, and an eagles
feather dropped upon the floor. The chief
released his hold, and giving particular
whoop, all the band released their victims.
The leader then raised the precious relic, and
AFTER scanning it with an eagles gaze, ne
turnedto Julia Davenport, who with dlshe vel
led hair sat trembling upon the hoor,~ and
said" Daughter OF the pale face, how came
the war plume of the Huron upon the breast
of the white dove + IS -54ft2
Julia, since the departure of Wankinco.
had worn the eagles plume at night an her
bosom to guard against midnight attack,
she having great faith in the power Of the
symbolic protect her. a hope now sprung
up in her breast, and with an angelic counte-
nance where Joy and fear like two thin
clouds upon the sblnshing sky Of The morn
ing were mingled together, said, Chief OF
the Hurons, for such you seem to be, the
war-plume was the gift Of Wankinco. who,
when the cold OF winter palsied his limbs,
and the snow of the storm silyered over his
dark locks with the mantle of death, sought
the dwelling of yonder pale face and was
cheered, fed and saved. Wankinco was poor
and needy and the plIe face gave INN ne.
Save then, the old man who succored hlnl'
and save also his wife and child dearer 70
him than life."
= have heard," said the Indian, speaking
evidently to his followers, have heard this
tale, and have given but little credit to it,
Could the pale face do good like the Chill
dren of the Great Spirit without the hope OF
gain 1t must have been SO, for here is the
plume of the Huron the words OF Wankin-
Co were. not the idle notes Of singing bird.
The Huron's pledge shall be redeemed, but
il must be done in Council "-then turning,
he spoke few words in the language Of his
tribe, and the major part Of them retired TO
the outside of the building.
The chief then turned TO Julia, who had
not gathered her fate from his words, and
said--a Daughter Of the pale face, by the
Council Tree of the Huron, the pledge of
Wankinco must be redeemed. In three
hours you must depart. Let the old man
and sqllaw be- ready for the journey. when
the young men of the tribe have rested -
Then giving the plume again to julia, he de-
parted. The daughter in her exertions for
the deliverance Of her parents had neglected
to turn her eyes towards them. She now
looked and beheld them lying apparently
senseless She sprang to their side and
raised their faces from the cold floor, then
uttering a piercing shrek she cast herself
upon their silent formsand tainted. God Of
Heaven. fhev were dead. 81
How long she lay in state Of insensibili-
ty she knew not but when she .awoke, she
found herself borne upon q hurdle made