Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1840-11-17

his own and adopted children, educa,ed at
his own expense. Having made an ample for
tune by his industry and prudence he speads
his large income in deeds oil charity; and he
and Mary mutually give each other Tho credit
OF all this"
nv heart expanded then, II expands still,
when think Of them. And pen this simple
history in the hope that as it is entirely imim-
BILE, some who read Il will attempt irniiatioa-
s.,s..a YOUNG PAlIGItss 49,
The soid French War" was over. The
banner of England had long streamed above
the towers of Quebec. The Indians had left
the woods and lakes of New Hampshire, for
the broader waters and deeper forests of Can
ada and the west. Time had benummed the
mon snews ofthe rangers-uniamable by any
other enemy--or they were sleeping "each in
his narrow cell forever laid" Where the red
man once roamed after the moose, prowled
upon the scout, Tor lighted the council fire,
now stood the infant village and the peaceful
neighborhood. /, The waterfall, at whose foam
ing foot the Indian once darted his rude spear
into the salmon, or hooked the trout upon his
curved bit Of bone, now turned the clumsy
grist mill, whittier the tagging farmer brought
his s"rye- and Indian" over moor and hill,
through bush and swamp, in safety. The
congregations, as they gathered, together sat
meeting" no longer brought their charged
guns TO their house Ownership, or feared the
prayers Of their minister would beinterrupted
by the war whoop-of Lovewell's men scarce
fy asurvivor remained, of the few that lived
through the desperate fight at Pigwacket,
Chamberlain was vet alive.r He was an old
grey-headed mans He had long given over
hunting, and peace had changed his war spear
into an implement Of husbandry; of all his
hunting and fighting gears nothing remained
to him but the gun that shot old Paugus at
Lovewel's pond, and the bullet pouch and
yellow powder horn, covered over with Indian
devices, which were the spoil of the savage in
that terrible encounter. These he had pre-
served with an old mans care. His cottage,
from which went the solitary smoke that caught
the eye, Of Capt Lovewell and his men, now
was the centre Of a considerable hamlet A
wild stream run past il, and, a little way be-
low it, 'tumbled down fall, on which stood
one of the rude saw mills of that day. Old
Chamberlain, once the swift hunter and the.
strong and proud warrior, was now its humble
owner, and more humble tender, He had
survived his wife and bis children, Few of
his neighbors ventured TO be familiar wiah
him, on account of the stern peculiarly Of his
character, and ne passed his days in solitude,
excepting such associations as men had with
him in hrs humble vocations.
g. in the year 1887, towards the close Of one
Of those fair days In autumn, which make up
the Indian summer a number of the yillag-
ers of P----bad gathered into their one
story tavern, to talk over the affairs ofthe little
public, as was their wont-when they were
surprised and startled by the enterance Of
young Iadian among them. An Indian at
that time had got TO be rarity in P.
He was tall, over 9 feet, and finely formed
after the fashion of the forest. He he'd belt
of wampum around his waist and from it hung
his tomaliawk., A long gun was in his hand,
and he stood in his moccasins with the grace
and dignity of the son of chief. He placed
his gun behind the door, and silently took his
seat by himself A little before sunset, the
farmers left the Inn and returned to their
homes. One old hunter remained with the
landlord and the young savage The hunter
eyed the lndian with keen attenton--his sus-
picions were awakened at the sight of this
warrior armed, SO remote from the residence
of the nearest liibe, and in time Of peace
lie was acquainted with the lndain character
in old wars, and his suspicious were heighteD-
cd and confirmed, when he heard the young
chief ask the landlord in low and indifferent
tone if zone Chamberlain d,oeit an the pHiaeei"
The landlord pointed out TO him tie mill where
the old man labored and the village where he
dwelt. The Indian took his gun and went
out.
''Some Of the blood of old Paugus" said the
hunter, and I'll venture my life, come TO a
yenge the death of that old chief upon Cham
berlain. III give the old man warning lie
hastily stepped out and followed winding
foot path that led down to the saw mill, where
a. 4 4 p,fn t,,IS 10 oh
cd the mill and told Chamberlain, that young
Paugus from Canada, had come with his rife
and his ton,ahawk, TO avenge upon him the
death ofihat chief. Chamberlain's check tura :.
ed ashy pale, and no siernly replied, tell
young Paugus have the gun that slew his IA
Their, and he had better return 10 the forest
Than modest me in my old age, and as
he spoke he pointed 20 the long gun, as II hung
upon prongs of the moose horn, driven IN the
saw mill plate, and near II was suspended the
ballet pouch and powder horn of Pigwacket.
The hunter had given his warning and retired.
The sun was setting at The south OF MoOsehll-
lock. Chamberlain took down his gun-iried
It's fint-chargeJ it-took the pouch AMI the
horn, flung them upon his side; hung up near
the saw gate, the old garments be had worn
al work through the day, hoisted the gate OF
the mill and set rapidly agoing, looked keen.
liz around bin in every direction, and retired
10 an eminence, few rods distant, crowned.
with clump OF thick bushes, and croucbed
down to await the approach OF his mysterious
enemy. lie was not, however, mysterious 20
Chamberlain. The old man remembered ey-
sry ,rai, Of the Indian character, and calcuisf-
ed with great accuracy as 70 TIE time and
manner OF young Paugus' advance. Just as
il was growing dusky 20 distinguish human
form. ercsa towards the west. the old man
desrried him cree ping cauiiosssg from bgaBch