The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1841-12-25

Wapa.keta did not resort to the disgrace
full means; Of the white man, cowardly TO
assassinats when the back is turned. No,
an Indian d.isdains the act and openly at
lacks his equal. To the aged Sachem of
the tribe, and loved admirer Of Wapakela
the chief dire cted his steps, told his love
his injury, and sought advice.
'ls Wapaketa I, dog, that he should be
troGden upon by HE white man" exclalm-
ed the relul cd MAJ, "shall the chief OF
great nation be treated like serpent,
and for white squaw?-tio, Oneeka will
find redress and Wapaketa shall wed the
white squaw."
Oneska did find redress, lie loved the
warrior chief more than his recusai,t son,
and threatened the latter that unless he
gave Wapaketa his daughter, he would
divulge the whole secret of his birth and
crime; secret that would rob the white
man Of his power, Of his possessions, and
place him beneath the lowliest mental Of
the village. Avarce and selishness over
came parental feeling, and Oleita, the gen.
tie and lovely Olei,a, was doomed to be-
come the squaw of a dusky Indian.
That evening Oleita was summoned to
the chamber OF hec father, Accustomed
to obey, command so usual was atten-
ded with alacrity.-Shc found her father
pacing the floor in evident anxiety of
mind, which he yainly attempted to con-
ceal upon her entrance.
MY child" he exclaimed in tones Of
unwonted kindness, that melted the heart
Of her to whom he spoke, ''my child thou
hast seen the chief whom they call Wa
pakcta?"
"Yes, father, ollen," she replied, Sand
what OF him?o she continued, as her faith
er hesitated.
"Dost thou not think him noble, hand
some and brave?''
''He is noble, may be brave, but is not
handsome"
"Whr not handsome, my daughter his
features are regular, his mien noble, his
actions graceful?"
"Because, father, never saw a hand
some Indian, their color is against them"
The father Ct Oleita, compressed his
lips, but continued. "Then am to I'M
derstand that you dislike the Indian
chief"
81 do not.like' any Indian, father, much
less him whom like Wapakela suspect of
having white blood in his VEINS" meekly
replied the maiden, unconscious but fear
fully marveling at the cross-questioning
of her parent
"Then, my child" said her father, with
i'll feigned concealment of his anger, 81
suppose you would despise half-breed2'
"Don't you recollect, father, the half
breed that came to our village last sum
mer year ago? Oh! more than des-
pise, detest them; don't you know how
he was hooted and pelted with stones,
myself even threw a stone at him, although
| was sorry"
you threw at him2" fercely Interrupt
ted her father, confronting her with a de-
monical expression of countenance. "You
threw stone at him2 Know then base
and unglateful child, that am half
breed, and yourself the betrothed of the
Indian chief, Wapaketa; know it, for your
father has swora it," and with all the
characteristic energy of his indomitable
spirit, be stalked from the room.
Olcita did not faint, though she knew
that her doom was sealed, but sinking
into seat, she covered her face with her
hands, and remained for many minutes
absorbed in deep and intense thought;
then rising with that calmness, for which
from child she had been noted, she ST.
lently retired to her chamber.
The morning sun shone upon the world
f as brightly and beautiful as ever, but upon
the broken and coutrite spirit of Oleita
it had no charming effect. The world
to her was waste, a dark, gloomy, barren
waste, without an oasis TO relieve the
sameness cfthe dismal prospect
1t was soon known throughout the vii.
lage the deadlul fate that awaited Oleita
and all traces it to its true cause, the unna-
tural desire of her father. secret pro-
posal was made to Oleita, by the young
men, to rescue her from the impending
destiny, but she rejected with many thanks
the kind sollcitude of her friends. Her
spirit was broken, but her mind was fix
ed, stead fast and unalterably, though san
ity but flickered there.
II The awful and important day eventual
ly arrived, that was to behold Oleita the
the squaw of an indian chief. The sun
rose in cloudless majesty as bright as
though 'twere welcoming scene of JOY
and (estivity, instead of horrible orgie to
bind IN unnatural bonds broken-hearted
maiden. The step of Oleita was as firm,
her eye. as bright as were their wont, but
her mind was as glimmer lg taper expi-
ring in the socket. From yer father she
asked no reprieve of her fearful sentence,
but appeared to all around resigned to her
fate.
i Upon the eastern coast of Lake Pepin,