The North-Carolina standard., 1843-05-03
CRATER Il.
Make ready for the chnrre I

charge!
They come-they come On brethren to the field,
The word Is vengeance" S0uthey.
The last faint glimmerings Of twilight were
fast declining beneath the sable veil of night
Far to the South there rose, at first almost imper-
ceptible, but now gradually assuming a more
threatening aspect, black thick mass of clouds,
whose portentous appearance gave earnest of a
stormy night. Quick flashes of lightning, fol-
lowed by sharp, loud mutterings of thunder, be-
gan to chase each other down the western hori-
zon in rapid succession. Large drops of rain
came pattering down, and nothing was wanting
to complete the cheerless aspect of the scene, as
even the few bright lumnaries that had glittered
for time upon the cloudy armament, had sunk
beneath the misty sky.
Standing upon "a high projecting bank that
overhung the picturesque and romantic shores
Of the now troubled Delaware, exposed to all
the inclemencies ofthe tempestuous night, stood
tall, gaunt form, anxiouslv gazing over the ris-
ing waters, which lashed the shores beneath,--
After straining his sight to catch glimpse of
some expected object, through the thick and alS
most impenetrable gloom, he suddenly started
from his attentive attitude, and began to pace
rapidly to and fro along the cliff. His hasty
strides marked the greatest imPatience. At last,
his feelings seemed to have been worked upon be-
yond endurance--he furiously stamped upon the
earth; and ground his teeth with rage.
''Fool that was to trust the frail hearted cow
ard. Perdition seize his traitorous soul if he
has betrayed me Now that my schemes were
so well laid, to be foiled! Dog
He was suddenly interrupted, in his angry ra-
wings, by low shrill whistle, that proceeded
from a thick underbush half way down the bank.
The sound at first startled him, and he involun.
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but the next moment took from a small neatly
woven net bag that hung at his side, an ivory
whistle, from which he drew a shrill sound, SIM
liar to that he had just heard.
The echo had scarcely died away, when there
was slight rustling Of the bushes on the very
verge of the steep, and the next instant, with an
expressive ugh" the agile form of swarthy
son fthe forest stood before him.
s'IIa Upas what success r. impaticntly in
quired he who had been i'll waiting. ''Quick
play not the iggard with thy speech, but give it
speedy utterance. Will he come Z"
HE will notI''
."The fair Ida. Is she still there1"
"The young fawn has fled"'
"Perdition! thou liest, dog Give me the truthi
or, I'll have thee Aayed, and the LYING tongue
cut from thy mouth"
seUpas fears not the wrath Of the white man
He has told Col. Osborne the truth The fair
maiden ofthe dark hair has fled!''
"Could'st gain no information whitherI"
"None p
"Hark thee, Upas be, not obstinate. Take
thouive of the most sure footed of thy tribe, and
yet thee upon the track of the girl Ida. Start
thee with the sun, and if tomorrow, at this
hour, thou bringst me her, or can tell with
certainty of her abode, I swear thou shalt have
the blood of Walter Carlton ere the filling of a.
mother moon %
At this instant the radient orb of night burst
forth from beneath the mass of clouds under
whose thick folds its effulgence had been hid
and lit up the features of the savage, whose
countenance cleaned with an almost dennoniac