Southern Argus. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1834-1842, 1839-07-23
From The Philadelphia Saturday Courier.
JULIA:

OR, THE EAGLES FEATHER.
By J. E. Doao, author Of " old Iron Sides on
a Lee Shore"
HWhat avas thine iron brow,
Strong one of the battlefield!
Thou hast met a stronger now,
Render up thy lance and shield.
Yield at last who yielded never
Beauty relgns on earth forever"
At the close Of a November day, in the
year ITO, a solitary Indian was seen
standing upon one of the high hills that
overlook the now popuIous village of
-, in the western part Of Connecticut.
He was tall youth, and from his war
paint and dress, the most careless observer
of the various tribes thlt then inhabited
the tract of country between the ocean and
the lakes, would have pronounced him 20
be a Huron. At his feet lay a dead wolf
and red deer, and against stunted oak,
within his reach, rested long French RI
he.
Upon his brow was a coronet ofeagle'>
feathers, while hunting shirt of skins
with leggings of the same material, orna
mented with the quilts and dyed hair of the
. porcupine, completed his dress.
The truant school boy and the returning
hunter had seen him as he stood there will
!. his head bent upon his hand, apparently
absorbed in the deepest reflection, and hat
> quickened their steps to the village, Il
make due report of such an alarming APP
: pearance. He, however, let them pas
: unnoticed, yet his daIk eye flashed wit
eagle brightness as it wandered over tn
struggling houses of the village. until q
i length it rested upon little mound, abou
is stones throw from the church, -upo
: which dark pine was discernabe from il
t. evergreen foliage. Then, for the first time
he spoke: at is enough" said he, 18th
Great Spirit is kind Nv ankinco will Wis
the grave of his fathers"
n Evening settled upon the town, and tn
t. fury of an early snow stormy was spendin
< itself against the snug cottages Of the sc
= tiers, while the wall Of the distant fore
ID as the wind rushed through the brahche
cast a gloom over the faces of tho bolde
inhabitants
The worthy minister, Mr.. Davenport
q had assembled his little family, consistir
i of q wife, daughter of fourteen, and
s. servant, in his Little dining room; and b
to fore a cheerful fire was endeavorIng
r while away the evening hours by repea
ing to them many a tale of interest a;
= virtue.
Julia Davenport, for such was the nan
\ ofthe laughing girl, who sat upon the sto
a. ana rested her arm upon her father's kne
c while she gazed with intense interest up'
n his benign countenance, was beautiful
Oh With a form that was symmetry ltse
- with deep blue eye, and a snowy bro
= upon which her auburn hair rested in W
rit wing curis, she seemed too fair for Il
re. lower world.
he She walked in beauty, like the night
re OF sunny clinics and starry skies"
The worthy minister had Just finished
- tale Of deeper interest than usual, concer
ing the Indian depredaions on the fro
tly tier, when a loud knock at the door st;
ia. tied the whole family. The old man re
OF 10 his feet, the mother dropped her kn
> TING work and started half way from !
chair, the servant turned his eyes wistfu
Ia 10 his master and seemed to be glued
'ile his seat, the cat brislled up her back as /
RAJ started from the corner, and JUDAS Iii
ee lap dog ran barking to the threshold, WI
Ist its mistress caught hold Of her fathe
coat and anxiously waited for the den'
+ ment. For a moment not a word
q spoken-but the good preacher recoy
,55y ing his composure sooner than the r
. aS said in his mild tones, "Whoever you
W that wander in such night as this, J
YOU welcome"
% No sooner had the words fallen fr