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

slightly parted, revealed the pearls within
Her slender form moved with the utmost
grace, and over il was thrown large green
mantle, bound at the waist with tho wampum
belt.
what does the Paleface wish p said the
girl.
Is your tribe near 2 inquired Albert
| The hunters are not far off they shall
assist you
j Are they not my enemies y
i The dark eye Of the girl flashed at these
words.
Thou art sick and lame, Paleiace,' said
she, will the hunter kill p
But Pm white
IL thou hast not wronged the Red man
thy blood will not stain his knife. Rise, and
the hunters hut shall be thine
II cannot rise, murmured he, as he tried
so 10 do
i Let the Paleface wait said the girl, and
she quickly disappeared. In short time she
returned. with two Indians, who raised Albert
and carried him to her fathers tent, where he
was kindly treated. But the care of the gen.
tie Indian girl could not prevent fever and
delirium coming upon him. For hours he
raved, calling upon Helen to cool his heated
brow, and to lull him to rest; now seeming
10 be with her defending her from Indians,
and leading her over precipices in safety
again appearing to fall from high rocks and
shrieking ptifully now vowing to her, and
anon crying that she loved him not, and even
hated him. All this while the gentle Mimea
endeavored TO soothe him, sometimes making
BIN rest Tor short time, while she smoothed
his burning brow. At last he was worn ont
and being affected by some herb which Mi
mea had given him as an opiate, he sunk into
quiet slurnber, while she lay by his side
waving laurel bow over his head.
When he awoke the delirium had left him,
but the fever still burnt within his veins
The dark-eyed girl was still watching over
him, and when he saw her he seemed to re-
call wandering spirits and said family, where
am ] =
With the Paleface's friends the girl re-
piled, and handed him drink, which she
quietly pressed to his lips, saying, Drink,
It's the Red mans healing draught.' He
drank, and asked,
Who is the girl that so pitied the White
man.
'Mimea,'' she replied, the Great Eagles
daughter
He pressed her hands and relaxed into
state Of stupidity.
Weeks passed, and the Indians moving
further back from the settlements, carried Al
bert-yet dangerously sick-with them, the
sweet Mimea still being his nurse.
But let us 60 TO the settlements where the
sisters dwelt, and see what there was passing
while the hunters protected the lost one
When Albert did MOI return - she ..s,'al sine,
apprehension raised.a slight remark and sad
ness. But hours passed. and yet he came
not. Mr.. Everard despatched servant to
his friends to inform that his son had not re-
turned, and to request the assistance of seye-
raj in search
Helen had been sitting in small room,
called by her, Music's Home,' where her
melodies were often softly breathed to the
evening, as she watched The twilight fading
from the CLASSY stream ofthe Susquehannah,
and awaiting the arrival of her lover. Her
song had died away, and apprehension sal
upon her brow, as she cast glances from the
already star-lit sky to the path which con-
nected the friends dwellings. But he for
whom she looked came not yet. AT last she |
saw form hurrying along The walk.
All truant,' said she with happy smile,
you are late, and will come to meet you
The form approached, and was seen to be
larger and taller than Albert's.
Ha It's not he = she exclaimed, in min
gled tone OF disappointment and fear, and she
flowed when the light-hearted Constance
rushed in and cried,
Sister, he is lost, Albert is lostp
Helen uttered faint shrek, and fell sense
less, but by the gentle care Of the sweet sis
ter, she soon revived.
constance said she, as she breathed
more freely, has he not come?
Not yet, sweet sister but he will soon be
found replied Constance, kissing her pale
brow.
is he then, indeed, lost ? A strange shud-
der came over her, as if she believed it could
not be true-yet feared.
He has perhaps lost the path-but the ser
wants are looking for him, and he will soon
return Fear not, dear Helen, but let US sing
lit will cheer your mind, and while away
the time So saying, the gay girl took the
harp.
DO not, dear Constance, do not sing now.
cannot, and l fear the tones Of your harp
will jar with my feelings
May, Helen, twill rather calm you. Let
me sing to you some little lay--.he one that
Albert wrote to that melancholy air of yours.
They are just the words, and will prove as
true now as them And after short plain
tive prelude, she sang beautiful song
Does it not calm you 2 asked she with
sweet smile. And dear sister, will you not
sing the answer which you wroep
Those words accord well with my feelings;
let me take the harp
With a kiss the beautiful Constance rest
ed The harp upon her sisters arm, who, with
tears streaming down her cheeks, trembled
her hands over the strings to bring forth the
sweetest melody--but she could not speak the