The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-08-24
Her eye.'

Her eye
The gay song Of Constance could nos
cheer her, nor her gentle words calm her grief.
The flowers which sisters love would
gather for her were unnoticed. Sometimes
slight hope would brighten up her eyes.
and again all would be dim. She seemed
one marked for the grave.
Meanwhile Albert slowly recovered, by
degrees gained his strength so as 70 be able
10 walk. The red men seemed to consider
nim sacred, and the dusky Mimea was ever
ny nim TO support and assist him.
bnt ere the paleface made his appearance
~ me trlbe, Mimea had been loved and wooed.
Her sultors were many but there was one
among the hunters whom she seemed 70 love.
He was bold, and brave, and worthy the
daughter Of a great chief He had seen that
she was not Indifferent to him, and no won
der when he saw her supporting and ever at
tending the white stranger, that jealousy was
awakened in his savage bosom
While Albert was yet weak he wandered
far one day with Mimea, and being fa6gued,
they sat down TO rest on the grassy bank OF
stream. The gentle Dove reclining at his
feet now dipping her dark tresses into the
ripping brook, and shaking them over his
hands, and now gathering the sweet flowers
that grew near TO throw upon his head. While
she was thus employed, sudden step was
heard, and Immediately the form Of Mimea's
sutton burst forth, and seizing Albert by the
hair, he brandished his knife ready for blow.
Rage was painted in his face, and he cried,
The Dove cherishes serpent--the pale
face must die =
Mimea sprang up, and throwing herself
between the threatening knife and Albert,
cried,
The Dove cherishes not serpent what
does the Panther wish 2
TO kill his foer
Back! keep thy knife dry. If it is stain
ed with one drop Of the paleface's blood, III
give the venison you bring me to the dogs!
Ill frample your skins beneath my feet! Ill
scatter the flowers you bring me to the winds!
III be anothers squaw
As she uttered this, her dark eye flashed
fire, and every feature Of her expressive face
was filled with angry scorn. Slowly the
Indian relaxed his hold of the fainting white,
and dropped his arm, asking, with look of
mingled supplication and pride, Will the
Dove leave the paleface y
The paleface is sick she said, notion
ing him away. The Eagles daughter shall
preserve him.
The Indian gazed moment in doubt. and
then suddenly disappeared. Albert seized
Mimea's hand and pressed Il to his lips,
Well did the hunter name you Dove 2
cried he you have preserved my life. What
shall do!
Will the paleface love the Dove Y asked
the girl with a timid glance at his face.
Mimea replied he, with a kind look, do
you forget the message asked you to send
to the daughter Of the whites? love the
white girl-Mimea can be my sister,
Mimea did not send it, she said, in plain
tive tones, as the tears came into her eyes
and sprinkledM her dnsk ~ face ,,,n. d,nob
ter will droop; she will die! Why did you
not send it 2
For moment she hnng,down her head and
spoke not-at last, raising il, with her eyes
streaming with tears, and with melancholy
smile, she said, Mimea loves the paleface
Albert started; he had not perceived that
the gentle devotion with which the Indian
girl had always attended him arose from love.
He had not marked that she always worship
ped him, and that when he leant upon her
arm her bosom heayed with strange emotions.
This, together with the thoughts Of Helen and
his friends made him pause in agony Of mind
for long time. Mimea sat with clasped
hands before him, looking with suppcating
eye into his face while her bosom heaved with
sobs. After q long time Albert
said Mimea. the summers leaf is growing
old, and must seek the home OF falefaces.
The Indians kindness has been great, and
know not how to repay it,
Cannot Mimea be the Paleface's wife e
the girl eagerly asked.
Albert shuddered, and said, The Wild
Flower must be my wife,
She does not love you as Mimea; she
cannot
She loves me much interrupted Albert;
she is promised to me-
Mimea turned slowly away without speak
inc, but her whole frame trembled. The chief
gave guides to Albert when he asked them
When he was about to depart Mimea fell on
her knees before him and murmured, forget
not the Dove--she loves the Paleface !
Ere Albert could promise her remembrance
and rewards she was gone
The sun was setting; the tall dark trees
we're throwing their shadows across the Sus-
quehannah, which lay like mirror beneath its
banks. Upon one bank, where arose soli-
tary chump oftrees, rested the form OF Helen
Wentham Her cheek was very thin and
pale, and over it played in wild negligence,
those golden locks. There was calmness
in her eye which spoke Of resignation, and her
Inns were wreathed in sad smile.
Helen! p said the joyful voice Of some one
near. She started and looked around but ere
she could distinguish any one, she was in the
arms of Albert Who shall tell the gush OF
feeling which burst from the soul Of each2
who shall trace their existence, for it was not
thought, through its Macy path, during that