The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1839-02-20

ther huhus on Whicn 10 uepeno. WheTc
the toll Of the poor and honest, only goes 10
fatten the rich and noble by birth. but
cheer thee, my love, the fears that weigh
upon thy mind may never be realized, all
now is peaceful and may continueso. The
Indians having tested our strength, aud
knowing their own inferiority may not at
tempt another attack. Ii they should, we
must rely upon firm hands and undsunted
hearts for our protection. We are daily
growing stronger, they are becoming weak
or. But fear the cold mir of the evening
will be tao much for you; return into the
house with the children, and | will follow
you as soon as have seen that all is right
without"
1t was the custom of Gardner every night,
before he retired, 10 see that every thing
that belonged to him was in the situation
he wished, and for thai purpose he now
bent his steps to the enclosure were his men
were employed in foddering his cattle. Bu,
before he reached it he was confronted by
form whose costume and whose dusky
features showed him TO be one of that race,
who had lately been met only ns foe,nen !;
yet the meeting was friendly, and seemed
TO afford pleasure TO both. The Indian
who had thus met Gardner was about fifty
years of age, but yet strong and active.
He motioned to Gardner to follow him, and
Immediately proceeded towards the house.
Gardner, soon after he had made his settle
ment, had rendered some service to this In
dian, whose gratitude for it often led him to
the house of The white man, and in short
time he became in a manner domesticated
amongst them, and had been chris,ened by
the name of Abraham.
He was the last of his tribe, which, orig
inally small, had been made thus extinct by
awar with their more powerful neghbors the
Wampanoags; Of which tribe, at the time
of our tale, the famous Metacomet, or, as
he was called by the whites. PuILrP, was
king. He was alone in the world, q man
without kin, with the execution of one son,
who had espousod girl belonging to rns
tribe oftheir ancient emies, and consequent.
ly had been adopted as one Of them. Yet
the old man could never associate with his
former enemies. He led life of lonely
wanderings; apassive, though not forgiv-
ing sufferer; pondering DER his wrongs but
unable to avenge them. But return we to
our story and let his own words explain his
actions.
When Gardner and the Indian reached
the house, the latter requested that their
conference might be private. As soon rs
they were alone Gardner, somewhat sur
prised at this mode of proceeding, turned
to question his guest as to its meaning, but
paused as he marked the altered looks-the
erect and naughty bearing, of tho usually
silent and humble Indian. When the lat
ter with proud yet savage smile thus ad-
dressed him.
The pale face is surprised to SEQ the
bearing of the lonely Indian hunter chang
ed to that Of the warrior who is going to
-, meet his foes. But let the pale face listen
for what have 10 relate nearly concern'
him. But few seasons before the whit,
man came to these shores, was the chic
of small, but brave tribe. A quarrel be-
tween one Of my young men and VAN
panoag ended in the death Of the latter, nnc
for this they dug mp the Ratchet, the piP'
of peace was laid aside, and large ban'
Of their warriors entered our village. They
took us by surprise, not dreaming Of war
and our whole tribe perishcd. Our pence
ful and happy cabins were drenched will
our own blood. Two of my children nn'
r my wife sunk beneath the hatchet Of thel
chief, Metscome,. with my younges
child in my arms fought my way into tn
woods. There, covered with wounds,
: wandered with my child, not daring to re
!, turn I'LL many moons. When I did, no,hinI
but heaps Of ashes told where had stoo'
h the dwellings Of my people. ! wsndere'
to other tribes; I painted tn them m.
wrongs; bcg'd of them to revenge me q
him whom knew they ell hated. But no
I was alone--my tribe had .ll perishcd.-
could no longer assist them in their war;
or make war upon them myself Twas to
: much cypher for them to provoke the an
=. ger Of the dreaded Metscomet for my SAX,
= and was obliged again to wander fort
y unavcnged. Bu, the flame though Ian
Z, smothered was never pu, out, and now tn
% time is come when it shall be kindled aires
% and more fuel shall be added to the nam'
D Yes: my voice shall once more give ,h
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