Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1843-08-24
INDIANs-sT. ANTHONY's FALLS.

e
A correspondent OF the Louisville Journal, who
has been on trip to st. Anthony's Fails, thus de-
scribcs what he saw
4, about sunset visited the graveyard, which
is invariably on the highest knob of land they can
select, where found some six or eight cotfius on
the scafiolds, ornanented, some with white and
others with red flags, and hoops with the seal ps
Of enemies stretched on them TO dry. and not 10 be
buried I'LL the leaves fall, when they and their
,omahawks, bows and arrows and pipes, arc CO.
signed to mother earth ere they go TO the happy
hunting ground of the spirit-land The scene
was repletc with the romance of nature and as !
gazed the magnificent panorama reminded me OF
those lovely lines by Wallace, in Michael Ange-
los Dream
"See what a crimson glory binds
The shadowy forehead Of the west
While far below yon river winds
Like a blue vein on Beautys breast"
There are two traits of character among these
children Of The forost which civilized communi'
ties might copy to advantage. The first is the
absence of and word in their language approach
ing to profanity, "Sechedo" which means bad,
with iorkcd tongue being the worst ephet they
use OF know--and the second is, their unfeiened
grief and reverence for the dead. Never Shall |
forget the wild wall of sorrow which came from
an old gray-haired squaw whom | met one eve
ming padding alone down the stream on her re.
turn from St Peters where married daughter
had died some davs before ] saw but one idiot
in the tribe and him they treated with great
kindness and pity, recognizing his misfortune as
the special act OF the Great Spirit. Their Ian
guage is musical and capable OF great force OF ex
preston. You may form some idea oflhe sound
by sen,ence-"Token epccta echen echau nokta
wah chin echada ah wah chin wah onkta y
| L al To hos and do oil
! | tell YOU 10 do"
AT the Falls of ST Anthony you may spend half
day in contemplating the whole width of a
mi ehty river tumblipg in sheets and columns oil
foam over mammoth piles of rock above. as
calm and unrufled an infants brow till II falls
over the precipice with deaenIng roar IN the boil
ing whirlpools below, veilcd with drapery o
mist, through which now family and now in full
resplendence shines the crescent rainbow coming
and departing like the courageous colors Of the dy
ing dolphip, while after battling IFS way phal
anx OF waves among gorged and gurgling chan
nels the huge cateraci is split IN twain by giant
leland of rock where the foot oil man has never ven
tured around whose adamaniine sides II sweeps
in arrow-like speed, un,amed and un,iring IL
lis ocean march Swallow Cave in Carvers
celebrated tract is well worth an exploration--you
enter an archwav OF some fifteen feet in height
and floor. are composed Of sand as white as snow
bank while through the centre percolatfs gen
tie stream Of crystal water Supplied with a
torch lof birch barkl and guide, we went some
times erect, but mostly crawling, about quarter
Of mile until the passage became 50 narrow
and respiration so difficult that satisfied mystl
with making my initial on the wall hnher il
than any former sdyeniurer had gone au1 aile
discnarging pistol whose reyerberaiions sound
Cd likesoyen thunders along de galleries, wa
glad after long and crabfashioned movemen
backward to sc once more the pale light Of day
) glimmering q, the mouth.
Bu, have spun much longer yarn lhan an
. tcipalcd OF your readers may relish. shalt there
fore wave description OF elk limiting and trou
hshing, BY merely inning to abe hnnterso OF Ken
neky,' iha, II they sill bave any Boone y lod Il
them FOR the chase, or OF any OF the Isaac Walioi
IN their fingers ends for the angie puekaeLes lo
5 pa. ouil 10 The land Of tbe seiiing sun This re
1 calls 10 mind the sunset on lake ST. CroiE, will
5 which III bring my rowing TO fms Il was OF
: nv return, aboard Of the General Brooke charter
I'd by pleasure parry 20 ST. Louis Leaving lh'
} Mississippi the polite captain (Throe nouoa
5 made run OF 80 miles up this lovely like Il
p CRAFTY the company Unfortunately II WAS JUS
tea time, and lew enjoyei the charming en-
!, chanting scene The fine bras band had jus
1 finished the beznloBching tune Of Home. swee
$ Home and The echoes Of the busle sill aoalss
> in silyery sounds over the waters the new an
virgin moon was jas hung out Ike eorOna 0