Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1843-12-28


acier; bur ms readers viii bear with me
trust" IRON time. attempt TO narr .te.
my own way, such little incidents as
IN roman1c, somewhat rowing. mud ,x--
crentrtc course oflile NAV have sour, to
my knowledge, The novel isl. or the
elder skeicher may think them of
Dol little conssyrenco TO literary pub
NJ; but "a the hope that they may inter
est those whose dispositions are similar
10 my own, ] nave been induce to give
some OF them publicity. r
cars have flown by since that beau
'iiui morning in summer when the basis
oil my sketch was indellibly IMPRESSED
upon my memory. Horizon preserved
40 unrufiled surface, and the forest trees
BY which he sides and summit Of Mt De
nance were ciai rustIed soflly in The
zephyr atmosphere. The sun had not
YET t'ngrd The green foliage OF the tama
rack and hcmlock with his golden hucs,
aad the lark had Just commenced his ma
I'm, sid his voice echoed through the
wilderness and fell sweelly upon the ca
OF the sturdy farmer and plain lumber
man as they wen led their way 10 the re
sPeciive scenes Of their days toll.
On the very SUNNI; oil that Mo.utain
and near the place where the brave Az
len marshalled his forces on the night
on which, IN the name OF the continent
tai Congress ard the Great jehovah he
t"ok possession Of the fort at Cirondero
g., al the time Of which | am speaking
there stood log cabin; ; the happy home
oil poor but respectable family. say
happy hume and say sotruly although
IN this age and climate, some would
seem 10 suppose that splendid MANSION
luxurious entertainments, and extrava.
CANT furniture, constitute the only.h
sweet home,' known on earth.
But have depressed. IL was AT this
early hour in the morning that the in
mates OF the +: bove described dwellino.
saw tall built man, approaching. The
CABIN stood nearly in the centre of a
cleared space Of ground, and when IN e
individual above alluded TO came near
ne paused suddenly, as if aroused from
deep reverie. As he looked I'd. he was
recognised as the old Indian Bear hunter
tbs crack Of whose rife echoed I'm onUb
tho dense forests of Mount Defiance
Being the only remaining representa-
i've oil long extinct tribe, and being ais
SO generously and peaceahly disposed. he
had Tor years been the favoriie Of the
while inhabitants OF that region. All
knew him. and children would listen for
hours to his stories of wild wood adyen.
tares. As was his US ual custom he
stofpedat the little cabin. pariook ola fru
gal breakfast and related Soma l;,,lc
tnc'uehts, one OF wnicn I shall now
'or the hrst time take the liberty to re-
peat;
Many moons have come AMI zone !,
said he, since first crossed in NV ca
noe the waters of Horizon was youno
and happy then-for my squaw and fair
Papoose were with me and !, was on lust
such morning as this. When Se land
ed we heard nothing but The merry sonos
OF birds, and saw nothing but wild-aow-
ers, trees, and rocks. The Great So,r;,
tnen breaIhed peace and love in our ears
as ne does this morning aud our hearts
went upon the wind 10 him. But We
were alone, and knew no friends here 81
SO we built our little hut Of brush as well
as we could and VIC lived and loved IL
'nat same spot for many days. Every
mofpihg went out 10 hunt, or FISH, and
oeiofe night would come back and oh!
no" happy were my little family to see
mo. Al last, one day when near INV
home, heard a loud scream, and / ran.
out was too late, A large bear stood o
yer the body Of my poor squaw. One
pail from this same rifle that / now carrv
passed through the head OF the hear anil
DC Tell by her side This to me friends
was no revenge, but ! hoped 70 rescue
my wits, &C still alive. Alas, alas. thar
could not be. her flesh still trembled buf
ner soul had gone, aud her breath was
mingled with the gentle winds. 4 look
Cd around for my boy but he. too. was
gone, and J VAS indeed alone. hurried
poor Urunko in The shade, boside The
Az OAK, where The sun cannot whether
the wild flowers I planted on her bosom.
snd where the whiP-po-will. the bird She
loved to hear, can come and sing her all
night long, ~
Here the Indian paused and wined a
tear from his swarthy cheeks. The PED
man OF the Wilderness he again cont;,|
ued. can cry. J am old now verv ola.
oul ] have never thought Of tbnt dread
'ol day without weeping. Day ag,er dav
saia ne' nave sat upon the little motnd
which contains tho first and last ot;oc,
my heart claimed AZ us own. and fbe,e
can ! again b happy-sorrosofi.llv Iao.
~ mp
here ended ms sioFy--and he rook nm
n's gun and proceeded on his way down
towards the Lake, again 70 take his sia.
non upon The grave Of bis vie. and
hymn the requiem taught Bin 10 youth
re watched him until he Suffered The