The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-02-12

Three years rolled on, and their savage neigh
bors, instigated by the arch iiend Philip of Mount
Hope, united for the destruction of the whites.
Indian runners had been seen by the hunters
crossing their tracks, and the inhabitants at dusk
had been startled by the fiery e~yeballs of the
painted savage as he skulked amid the green
branches on the forest border.
1t was midnight. A December snow fell hea-
Willy upon the sleeping town, and the wild winds
wall, as it played with the snow drift and swept
through the lonely streets, seemed Ike the shrek
of the spirit of the storm. A pause ensued,
and then arose a thousand helljsh yel)s. The
town was attacked by %Intians; husbands and
wives, brothers and sisters, were aroused from
their beds to be butchered at their doors, or to
be pursued through the mighty drifts and then
murdered, while their half clothed bodies were
tossed into the flames of the burning houses.
Soon the whole town was a sheet of fame; the
mothers shrek and the infants wall had no pow
er over the beast like savage; the pleading cry
and the look of anguish were answered by the
swift descent of the tomahawk and war club, or
the deep cut Of the scalping knife. AT that
moment a body of savages entered the house of
the worthy minister, MIR. Davenport, and were
dragging the good Old man and his wife and
daughter to The door, to massacre them with the
general mass. A tall savage, apparently the
chief of his tribe, was dragging'the beautiful
Julia by the hair. Al this moment her dress be-
came d;sordered, and an eagles feather dropped
upon the hoor.-The chief released his hold, and
lgiving a particular whoop, all the band released
their victims. The leader then raised the pre-
lcIous relic, and after scanning it with an eagle's
gaze, he turned TO Julia Davenport, who with d.
shevelled hair sat trembling upon the floor, and
said, daughter of the pale face, how came the
war plumed of the Huron upon the breast ofthe
white doyc?"
Julia since the departure OF Wankinco had worn
The eagles plume at night in her bosom to guard
against a midnight attack, she having great faith
in the power oC the symbol to protect her. A
hope now sprung up in her breast, and with an
gelic countonance, where Joy and fear, like two
dim fleeing clouds upon the blushing sky of
morning, were mingled together, SAID, "Chief Of
the Hurons, for such you seem TO be, The war
plume was the gift of Wankinco, who, when the
cold of winter palsied his limbs, and the show of
the storm sllvered over his dark locks with the
mantle of death, sought the dwelling of yonder
pale face, and was cheered, fed and saved.
Walkinco was poor and needy, and the pale face
gave hjm life. Save then the old man who sue
ICOl6u MN, anu SLNC ulSO HIS WllS ulu Cu.lu, uGuI~
er TO him than life"
"i have heard" said The Indian, speaking evil
IDENTITY to his followers, 81 have heard of this
tale, ane have given but little credit to it,
Could the pale face do good like the children Of
the Great Spirit without hope Of gain? 1t must
have been so, for here is the plume If the HUI
ron-the words of Wankinco were not the idle
notes Of a singing bird, The Huron's pledge
shall be redeemed, but it must be done in coun-
Gil" Then turning, he spoke few words in
The language of his tribe, and the major par: of
them retired to the outside of the building.
The chief then turned to Julia, who had not
gathered her fate from his words, and said-
daughter of the pale face, by The Council Tree
of Huron, the pledge of Wankinco must be pre-
scented and redeemed. In three hours you must
depart. Let the old man and squaw be ready
for the journey when The young men Of the tribe
have rested" Then giving The plume TO Julia,
again he departed. The daughter in her cXer-
lions for the deliverance of her parents had ne
elected to turn her eyes toward them. She now
looked and beIleld them lying apparently sense
less. She sprang 10 their faces from the cold
floor, then utiering a piercing slrjok, she cast
herself upon their silent forms and tainted. God
of heaven, they were dead!
How long she lay in a state Of insensibilrty she
knew not; but when she awoke, she found her.
self borne upon a hurdle made from the branches
Of The dark pine, by six tall Indians, while one
whom she recognized as the chief Of the HUI
rons, led the van.-Tbe horrid truth then burst
upon her. Her much loved parents we're dead,
her friends and neighbors had been routed Or
destroyed, their lovely village was a shoulder
ing mass of ashes and blood. For several days
she hung between life and death. At length,
as The band moved around a low woody hill, she
heard the war wloop of the Huron welcoming
the return of The party, and in a few minutes
perceived the tall form of Wankinco beside her
hurdle. The Indian village was at hand. In a
few moments she was in a comfortable wigwam
attended by an Indian maiden, and as the even
ing shadows gathered darker around the village
of the forest, she fell asleep.
Morning dawned in glory upon the village of
Horizon spread out its silvery bosom, covered
here and there. with light curls of vapor, so thin
as not 10 obscure its surface, but sufficiently OBJ
fuse to magnify the dead trees and the bluffs on
the other side of it in giant foams and castle
crowned mountains.
The shades of night we're rapidly retreating
from the wide valleys and bottoms, from which
the scream Of the eagle and the song of the red
breast came up in melodious harmony, like the
hoarse voice of Troubador mingling with the soft
notes of the light guitar, as he sang and played
beneath the lattice of his lady love, upon his
return from his wild crusade in the Holy Land.
The red deer beloved as he came out to drink
the crystal flood, and the fsh-hawk screamed as
he looked eagerly from his perch on The dying
beach, while the crow and the pigeon-hawk how
cred over the clear land, or swept with screams
and melancholy c~roaking over the bosom of the
lake.
A wild whoop suddenly arose from the lodge