The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1843-09-21
From tho Northern Light
THE CREOLE MA1DEN,s LOVE.

The vessel three-master from Havre
had just hove in sight OF the cape of Ha
vana, and was cutting her way brisk,
through the phosphorescent waves of tn
tropical sea. The night was beautiful
the sky was clear, and the perfume-ladel
breeze indicated the near approach 10 land
On the bow of the ship sat one of thu
passengers, whose solitary habits had beer
remarked by all since the first day of thu
voyage. His eyes were directed toward
the point where the coast of Cuba wa
still but dimly and indis,inctly seen, ant
he seemed 10 gaze with mournful ant
all.absorbing pleasure. He was young
man, whose face wore an expression a
the same time earnes! and pensive. Moth
ing about him, however, merited partcu
lar attention, unless it were the magnif
cence of his eyes and the long arch O
his eyebrows, clearly defined on his pale
forehead.
The next day the vessel was anchored
in the bay whose shores are SO POLITICALLY
indented and scolIoped, and at the head Of
which rise the walls of Havana.
If you wish to see old Spain upon
American soil, you must go to Havana
and look into its oval-shaped bay, swarm
ing with canoes pulled by naked negroes,
and watch her fifteen hundred merchant
vessels continually coming and going.
But this sight had no attraction for the
traveller. lie had hardly stepped ashore
before he enquired after the address of
Senior Alonzo Huefla, rich ship-owner
of the country, 10 whom he had letter
of introduction.
Senior Alonzo, at whose house he pre-
scented himself, received him with every
mark Of respect, and the warmth of hos.
pitaity rarely put to the test. He had
Withdrawn into the hall, where he was
accustomed 10 take his siesta. Yielding
to the charm of the hacer madu, he was
swinging to and fro in his hammock, at
the sound of guitar played by young
creole maiden, who was also swinging in
another hammock. The Spaniard rolled
a cigar between his fingers, while negro
with fan of peacocks' feathers cooled the
temperature Of the room, hung round with
perfumed tapestry.
You know the incidence of the Euro
pean Spaniards; they are surpassed in
effeminacy, (would you believe icy by
their American brethren. The former
can be compared 10 the latter in only one
thing-,heir pride. No Chinese manda-
rim carries that sentiment farther.
Alonzo made sign 10 the negro who
announced the stranger, and he immed-
a.ey offered him 6utaka "a kind of
easy chair.
Ace Maria purissim0, began the strang.
err, according TO the Spanish form of salu-
taton.
Sin peealo concsbjda. replied the ere,
ole maiden.
The first words exchanged and the
commonplace Of politeness gone th-o'
with, the new conner asked DON Alonzo
if he had any knowledge of Marquis
del Rito, proprietary of the island. =
Stop-Marquis del Ritto! Faith, | rec.
ollcct that name. | have had business
with him.
The stranger started.
The merchant took his cigar from his
mouth, blew upwards puff of fragrant
smoke, and called for his principal clerk,
who was 10 the next room.
Senior Corrubedo, do you remember
Marquis del Ritto, with whom we once
traded for some sugar and cofee2
Yes, sir, promptly replied the clerk.
whose head contained the name Of every
proprietor, planter, merchant, and over
seer, with whom The house of Huerta had
ever had any dealings; that name is on
our books, but it is long time since.
Look for the date, and
His place of residence, quickly added
the stranger.
That is the same thing, said the clerk
Corrubedo, turning over the large leaves
of the day-book upon his desk.
Received one hundred and Gny hogs
heads of sugar from the Marquis del Ritz
to, of Guoyama. Received two hundred
bags of coffee, &c.
1t is he, said the young man.
Lam happy, sir, to have been able to
procure for you the information you
wanted.
Poor youth his blood allrushed back
10 his heart when he heard these words
fall carelessly from the lips of the creole
his face glowed with the light of present
happiness and pleasant memories.
Guoyama, pursued his host, is some
distance from this place. Ii is at least a
twenty'four hours journey. There are
Two ways of going there; the one by
land, in carriage at first, and then on
horseback, for there is not a carriage road
all the way; the other by water as far as
Massipa, and thence on the back of
mule. You will find at the wharf boat
men as many as you please, and you can
easily agree with one of them on your
passage to Massipa.
The young man thanked the senior for
nc kindnnsS and ,nont dn,,,, "a Tho r,orA