Lexington union. (Lexington, Miss.) 1838-18??, 1839-07-13

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better Of his fears, and bidding the Indian
return 10 his seat, commanded The servant
10 place before him The remains Of HE
homely dinner. This was soon done.
The Indian ale voraciously, and taking a
large draught Of hard cider, laid himself
down upon the mats that had been spread
oui'for his accommodation, and was soon
lost in sleep, dreaming no doubt Of his
distant hills, where rested the remnant Of
his once powerful tribe.
As the night advanced the family retir-
ed, and all was silent. A, the first blush
of dawn, the storm having subsidized, the
minister and family again assembled in the
dining room; and the Indian, who had
slept off all traces Of his nights debauch,
partook Of hearty breakfast, then rising
be advanced to the minister, grasped him
warmly by the hand, and Their each mem
Der ofthe family. As he approached julia,
he drew from his breast an eagles feather
dipped in blood, and putting TN her hand
said, " Sunny eye Of the pale facckeep the
gift Of Wankinco, and when the red hard
of the Huron is lifted against you or yours,
show him this war-plume and you shall
not be harmed. ! gon--and uttering the
Indian guiteral, "Ughr' departed, and
was soon lost in The paths Of the. wilder
ness.
Three years rolled on, and their savage
neighbors, instigated by the arch fiend,
Philip Of Mount Hope, united for the de-
struction Of the whites. Indian runners
had been seen by the hunters crossing
their tracks, and the inhabitants at dusk
had been startled by the fry eyeballs Of
the painted savage, as he skuked amid the
green brakes on the forest borders.
1t was midnigh. A December snow
fell heavily upon the sleeping town, and
the wild winds wall as it played with the
snow drift and swept through the lonely
streets, seemed like the Shrek Of the
spirit Of the storm. A pause ensued, and
then arose thousand hellish yeIls. The
town was attacked by Indians: husbands
and wives, brothers and sisters, were
reused from their beds to be butcllcred AZ
their doors, or to he pursued through the
mighty drifts and then murdered, while
their half clothed bodies were tossed into
the Flames OF the burning houses. Soon
the whole town was a sheet Of flame the
mothers shrek and the infants wall had
no power over the bcast-like savage; the
pleading cry and the look Of anguish were
answered by the swift descent Of the toma
hawk, and wa.-club, Or Tie deep cute the
glittering scalping knife. AT that mo-
ment, body Of sayages entered the house
Of the worthy minister, Mr.. Davenport,
and were dragging the old man and his
wife and daughter 10 the door, to massacre
them with the general mass. AtaIl saw
age, apparently the chief Of his tribe, was
drsggin the beautiful Julia by the hair.
At this moment her dress became disor-
dered, and an eagles feather dropped upon
The floor. The chief released his bold,
and giving particular whoop, all the
band released their victims. The leader
hen ruised the precious relic, and alter
scanning it with an cagle's gaze, lie turn
I'd to Julia Davenport, who with dishoy-
elled hair sat trembling upon The floor,
and said, Daughter Of the pale face, how
came the war-plume Of the Huron upon
HE breast Of the white dove.n
Julia, since the departure Of Vankinco,
had worn the eagles plume at night in her
bosom to guard againsta midnight attack,
she having great faith in The power Of the
symbol to protect her. A hope now
sprung up in her breast, and with an an.
yeIic countenance where Joy and fear, like
wo thin clouds upon the blushing sky Of
morning were mingled together, said,
4 Chief Of the Hurons, for such you seem 10
,e,the war-plume was the gift Of Wankinco,
who. when the cold Of winter palsied his
limbs, and the snow of the storm sIvered
,ver his dark locks wiihthe mantle Of death
sought the dwelling Of yonder pale face
ind was cheered, fed and saved. Wan
linco, was poor and needy, and the pale
ace gave him life. Save, then, the Old /
nan who succored him, and save also his
wife and child dearer 10 him than life"
9 have heard, . said the Indian, speak
ng evidently to his followers, have
card Of this tale, and have given but
lille credit to it. Could the pale face do
God like the children Of The Great Spirit
Without hope Of gainf Ii must have been
D, for here is the plume OF the Huron-