Lexington union. (Lexington, Miss.) 1838-18??, 1839-07-13
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From the Phila. Saturday Courier
J ULIA:
OR THE EAGLE's FEATHER.
BY J. r. Dor, author Of" Old Iron Sides
on a lee shore"
Whatnvails thine iron brow,
Strong one Of the hattie field!
Thou hast met stronger now,
Render up thy lance and shield.
Yield at last who yielded never
Beauty reigns on earth for eycr.o
Al the close OF a Novetalar day in The
year ITO, solitary Indian was seen
standing upon one Of the high hills that
overlook thenow populous village of r.,
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 that then inhabited the
tract Of country between the ocean and
the lakes, would have pronounced him to
be Huron. Ath feet lay dead vol
and red deer, and against stunted oak
within his reach, rested long French
rifle.
Upon his brow was coronct Of eagles
feathefs, while huning-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
with bis head bent upon his hand, apra-
rently absorbed in the deepest reflection,
and had quickened their steps to the vii
age, TO make due report of such an alarm.
ing appearance. He however let them
pass unnoticed, yet his dark eye flushed
with eagle brightness asst wandered over
the struggling houses Of the village, until
at length it rested upon little mound
about stones throw from the church,
upon which dark pine was discernable
from its evergreen foliage. Then for the
first time he spoke: "It is enough said
he, " the Great Spirit is kind Wankinco
will visit the grave Of his fathers"
Evening settled upon the town, and the
fury Of an early snow storm was spreading
itself against the snug cottages Of the set
tiers, while the wall OF the distant forest
as The wind rushed through the branches,
cast gloom over the faces OF the noblest
inhabitants.
The worthy minister, Mr.. Davenport,
had assembled his little family, consisting
Of his wife, a daughter Of IA, aud SER
want, in his little dining room, and before
a cheerful fire was endeavoring 10 while
away the evening hours By repeating TO
them many tale Of interest and virtue.
Julia Davenport, for such was the name
Of the laughing girl, who sat upon the
stool and rested her arm upon her fathers
knee, while she gazed with intense inter-
est upon his benign countenance, was
beautiful. With form that was symme-
try itself, with deep blue eye, and a
snowy brow upon which her auburn hair
rested in waving curls, she seemed TOO fair
for this lower world.
/" She walked in beauty, like the night
Ofsunny cllmes and starry skies"
The worthy minister had just finished a
tale Of deeper interest than usual, concern
ing the Indian depredations on The front
Ter, when loud knock at the door startled
the whole family. The old man rose to
his feet, the mother dropped her knitting.
work and started half way from her chair,
The servant turned his eyes wis:fully to his
mister and seemed to be glued 10 his seat,
the Cat brisled up her back as she started
from the corner, and Jnlia's little lap dog
ran barking to the threshold, while its
mistress caught hold Of her fathers coat
and anxiously waited for the announcement.
For moment not a word was spoken
but the good preacher recovering his COM
posure sooner than the rest, said in his
mild tones, +" Whoever you are that wan-
Ter in such a night as this, bid you vel
Gomez
No sooner had the words fallen from his |
OUNCE than the door opened, and a tall
Indian, nearly intoxicated, with a haggard
ace, and blood-shet eye, entered, and with
! bare good evening seated himself 10 the
vacant corner, and in a drunken voice
jailed grumly for food and drink. The
worthy minister told him to BECOME, that
here was an Inn al The next door. where
le would DO we'll taken care Of; md final
y when the savage refused 10 depart, babe
he servant aid him in putting him into the