The Panola lynx. (Panola, Mi. [i.e. Miss.]) 1845-1846, 1846-01-10

little doubt since the election Of Mr..
Polk, there are hundreds who aspire
10 that high Office, who before that time
never would have dreamed Of such a
thing. Let the wing party rest qui ell
ly; the DAY will come, and it is not far
off, when reason will resume her sway,
and this little small fry will be driven
from power, and the sturdy principles
and sterling integrity Of the wing party
once more resume its just sway.
AN INDIAN BURIAL.--One very fine
morning, few weeks ago, we found
ourselves at tie break Of day al the
brow Of the hill on Stone street, just be-
yond the Gas Works, with our best gun
and dog, intent upon Strengthening a
few brace of woodcock, and in further
ance of that intent proceeded to beat
down the open woods until we came TO
the creek. The game was scarce, but
pursued our search in the direction Of
! The Choctaw camp, intending TO break
fast there and take a fair start west
ward with the sun. We kept in until
we came within few wards Of the en-
campment, when in the distance we Oh
served advancing figure wrapped in
blanket and carrying a burden. The
noise of thick breaking beneath our
feet caused it 10 stop and look up, ami
we saw that i! was an Indian woman
bring child, her hair hanging in dis
hcveIel masses around her shoulders.
and her face depicting The most intent
mental anguish. Ano her moment, she
advanced in the underground. Steal
.hlly we followed her as she made n
circuit of the woods and reganed the
path we had just quilted, which she
pursued until she stopped at the side oil
hill oil gentle decIlvity, the base oil
which was bathed by limpid spring
gushing from its side in a little torrent
From behind the friendly shelter Of a
fallen pine tree we watched her move
ments, and saw her unstrap from her
back the child ana lay it. on the grass
! lis Little innocent face turned towards
the morning sun. A glance told US the
l child was dead, and we then knew that
4 lis mothers errand to that spot was it,
: burial. The poor motherl We saw
her with a sharp piece Of pine turn vi
the fresh earth on the hill side until sh
e had scooped out cavity large enough
for the last resting place for the child
she raised it up in her arms and laid i
, in its tomb, as tenderly as if the babt
, siIIed lived, her face fearless, but Oh
! what anguished expressed its Inca
menis! She placed all the child's LITTLE
trInketS one by one, by its side, anC
heaped the fresh earth and leaves up
on it. She paused when the task wa
completed. 1t was for moment. Sb,
sprang 10 ner feet, darted a look 10 tn,
" spot where she had placed her child
wildly she turned 10 the grave, uttered
q Shrek which seemed as if the very
soul burst forth with it, fell as iflfeless
her face pressed close to the ground a:
; ifshe sought kiss from it even throuQ
the cold soil. We kn~w the Indiar
character, and we turned away withou
saying Il word. We continued our hun,
The evening saw returning home ant
we bethought ourselves TO pass the spo
where we had witnessed the occurrence
5 OF the morning. A moments traye
placed US there, and We saw by the rev
i made grave the waichfuI mother sit
ting as moionless as one carved GU: O
stone. We spoke kind word, it wa
i UNDECIDED; and we placed hand OF
her shoulder. She turned her head anC
u her sad gaze met our eyes; we pointe;
u 10 the grave and then 10 Heaven. /
} tear stole down the mothers cheeks
u and we turned away, ours too. wer
J molstened, but they were not moistene
5 for the child, there was nothing 10 re
! greet for it, for those whom the goa
+, love die young. The flowers fall lror
n their hands unwilhered; their eyes clos
s in the sunshine they go down TO III
r grave as If 1t were an alter, IN thei
hour IF hone and Oc beoutv sFho,,,,
spared LIES greatest agony, that of il
durance, and Endurance without expec
otinn n,tr ton ,ro.o