Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-09-16
THURSDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER u.s. 1871

civilty. Nothing had arisen to call forth from
the Indians the exercise of Their darling passion,
revenge. For it was revenge alone, which inci-
ted them, at all times, and in all places to pour
down their wrath upon the head of the white
man. He had intruded himself upon their hunt
ing grounds he had laid low tier towering for
ests, and driven the came, nearly their only
means of sustenance, TO remote parts and, to
crown the whole, had brought among them dis
ease, insanity, and death, by tue introduction of
" strong water, the Indians direst foe. They
beheld with Jealous eye, the superiority of civil
ization over barbarism: but they loved their old
accustomed haunts, where rested in repose, the
bones of their forefathers. They loved their rude
customs and their ruder religion they were
happy, no wonder then, that revenge should ar
Use in their breasts, when they saw all these en-
croached upon by the white man. But they had
smothered the flame which they had felt kindle
in their bosoms, and had at least, assumed the
garb of peace, though, doubtless, wishing for
some event to take place. that might serve as
ralIying point, and on account of which, they
might annihilate forever the intruding race.
| And now an event had taken place The blood
Of one of their number, evidently drawn from its
natural coursings, by the bullet Of a white, mois-
tened the ground. Our young hero return
ing from hunting excursion, had found the bo-
dy of an elder brother, cold and stiff in the en-
brace of death. In an instant his mind reverted
to the whites, and quickly did plans for revenge
come teemng from his brain. c Not a pale face
shall escape - murmured he, V as flies the swift
wing'd bird, so shall the arrow of death, find
wayto every heart Waiting until darkness
had overshadowed the land, he leaped into his
canoe, and departed to seek counsel of an aged
chief, who dwelt upon the dark wooded island,
before mentioned. The old chief had been ar
oused by the light dipping of the paddle the
canoe approached, and already stood by the wa
ters edge
Sorrow and grief dim my vision, whispered
the young Indian, he stepped upon the shore, .
" the son of my father lies low in DEATH the
white is his murderer: and |, seeking for
revenge, ask your counsel and aid.
g l am an old man, answered the chief, my
hairs are white and easily numbered; I am like
the autumn leaf, and must soon fall to the earth,
butmy heart yet beats with love for my kindred,
and every insult to a brother, adds strength to
my arm, and courage to nay heart
"I have long quenehed, said the youth, his
eye k.ndling with all Of savage Brightness
have long queuched the hate which l have felt
arise in my bosom, against these intmder5 upon
our homes but their hour Is come, have, with
the assistance of my father, gathered band Of
warriors who thirst for blood, and we now alone
wait for your aid and appro5aton.' They are
thine, answered the old chief, " AS the rushing
storm halls over the land, SO shall our warwhoop
resound from hill and glen and as the eagle
seizes his prey, SO shall quaf the blood of ey-
cry pale face who dares tread upon our native
soil. And | call the Great Spirit to witness the
business of our cause
AS he spake these words, awful clap of
! thunder rent the air Peal succeeded peal, min
ged with the bright aashings OF the forked light
ming The wind had arisen, and now swept in
fearful gusts, pressing the dark clouds onward,
and arousng the sleeping waters to mighty heav
ngs. Darkness drew its veil around the scene,
|
on the warriors. The younger, after having Sc
cured his canoe, followed the elder far from the
water, where the groy old trees served, in mea-
sure, to protect them from the fury of the storm
g The Great Spirit hears our VOWS and seals
them with his thunders, said the chief g The
| good know no evil The Graat Spirit viii pro-
teet US amid the rage Of winds and waters, whilst
to the occursed, he speaks forth f1isanger. Even
now the pale face trembles with fear. He reads
his impending doom in these dark clouds, he
hears our warwhoop in these rolling thunders
and when we rush upon him, to ayenge our
wrongs, his timid heart will recall the scenes OF
this display of Omnipotent Power"
Goo" said he to the youth, " Go and re-
strain your Just anger, until the pale faces again
gather into their newly erected wigwam, where
they assemble to worship their Deity. Then fall
upon them aud aroe 10 him 1oho gjueS heed to cries
for mercy Let every tomahawk sink deep into
the brain of the enemy let every scalping knife
drink to fuIlness of the blood of its victim. Go
the Great Spirit will speed our cause, he will
ensure our success" " And let the war-cry be
Sangarrahme, said the youth.
Gwen so, said the grey-haired chief, "and
let its voice reach heaven, let it strike terror to
the hearts of our enemies let it encourage our
timid, and nerve our brave
The old chief ceased speaking, and the bloody
watch-word, Sangarrahme," rang loud and
shrill among the sounding arches of the green