The Yazoo City Whig and political register., 1839-09-20

pearance, Iotterng ABOUT tho sSIatIoH III
ruffle shirts and coon-skin caps-and buck
skin leggings over white silk stockings. Yet
amid all their disappointments and troubles,
they preserved their native buoyancy OF
character. While one party would be cut
ting down tree, another would sit by them,
playing on their Violins.
When the tolls of the day were over, it
pinched with hunger, they contented them
selves with pinch of snuff; and, if deprived
of the pleasure of being merry over pun
cheon Of wine, they danced merrily over
the puncheon floor Of their rustic cabins.
The year before Wayne's campaign, (which
put an end to the guerilla war in Ohio, be-
tween the whites and the Indians, a small
party Of the latter, returning from a preda-
tory excursion 10 Western Virginia, crossed
the river near Gallipolis. In secretly Prov
ling around this little French 'station,' they
unfortunately secured captive. A female,
Madame Rosaile Telespon, having, in
company with a small boy, wondered
into the woods, IN search of wild plums,
was suddenly surprised by this party of war
riors, about sundown. The lad escaped,
and running to the station, gave the alarm.
This captive lady, wife of young sculptor
of Paris, with woman's love and woman's
frmness, had cheerfully, within month
after her marriage, yielded up her parents,
her friends, and her native land, to accom-
pany her husband over the painless ocean
and through painless woods. Her captivity
carried lamentation throughout the village,
and scouting parties were out all night, but
without success. On the following morn
ing the trail of the Indians was discovered,
by an old Virginia hunter, who was on a
visit to the Station A party, at the head
of which, was this experienced backwoods-
man, followed the retreating foe, through a
wilderness as wild and savage as the bar.
barians they were pursuing.
Early on the morning of the fourth day, the
Indians were overtaken at the Falls of the
Little Miami, where they had encamped for
the night. It was with difficulty that the
old hunter could restrain the excited Teles-
pom from rushing headlong upon them
They were four in number, and supposing
themselves beyond pursuit, were sitting
upon the ground eating breakfast. The cap
tive was lying on blanket, at the foot of
a tree, the living impersonation of fatigue
and despair. The pursuing party crept eau
tiously to a point from which they could
Ere with effect, and three of the savages
uefe instantly killed. The fourth sprung
|o IS feet seized his rife, aud shot the ulIi
hunter through the heart. Telespon, aware
that 1t was the rule of Indian warfare,
to kill rather than surrender a captive,
rushed with almost supernatural swiftness
towards his wife, who, startled by the firing,
rose to her feet with mingled emotions of
fear and hope. The first object that met
her eyes was the person of her husband
with jov, she sprung towards
him, but the tomahawk of the savage ar
rested her steps, and she sunk upon the
ground, mortally wounded. The husband,
clubbing his rife, closed upon the athletic
Indian, with quick and desperate resolution.
His blow was parried, and a struggle ensu-
ed. Telespon plunged a knife into the
body of his antagonist, and they fell to the
ground, on the very brink OF the precipice.
The former vainly stroVe to release himself
from the grasp of his enemy, terrible even
in the convulsive agonies of death. The
yell of victory rose from the lips of the In
dian, as his last dying struggle carried them
both over the edge of the fearful abyss
Locked in each others arms, downward
they plunged into the dark waters of the
Miami, and were seen no more.
The wounded captive survived but an
hour. Her sorrowing friends, in the deep
solitude of the wilderness, dug her grave.
Over it the yew and hemlock wave their
lndying verdure, and the waterfall of the
river will forever sing its requium.