The Columbian fountain., 1846-07-25
Rev. J.T. WARD, Assistant Editor.
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little thinner than the rest; when again to
his great surprise, he foupd the bushes made
no resistance, but that he walked through
briers and brambles with the same ease as
through the open air; and, in short, that the
whole wood was nothing else but a wood
of shades. He Immediately concluded that
this huge thicket Of thorns and brakes was
designed as a kind Of fence or quickest
hedge to the ghosts il enclosed; and that
probably their soft substances might be torn
by these subtle points snd prickles, which,
were too weak 10 make any impression on I,
flesh and blood. With this thought he re- i
solved to travel through Ibis MITIGATE wood; b
when by degrees he fella gale OF perfumes I
breathing upon him, that grew stronger
and sweeter in proportion as he advanced.
He had not proceeded much further, when
he observed the thorns and brers to end,
and give place TO thousand beautiful green
trees covered with the finest scents and Coz !,
lors, that formed a wilderness of sweets, 7.
and were kind Of lining to these ragged ii
scenes that he had before passed thrcughl d
As he was coming out of this delightful.
part OF the wood, and entering upon the
plains it enclosed, he saw several horsemen n.
rushing by him, and little while after
heard the cry Of pack Of dogs. He had 4
not listened long before he saw the appari-
ton of a milk-white steed, with young
man on the back of it, advancing upon full
stretch after the souls of about an hundred
beagles that were hunting down the ghost
of hare, which ran away before them with
an unspeakabe swiltness. AS the man on
the milk-whie steed came by him, he look
ed upon him very a.lentIvely, and found
him to be the young Prince Nlcharagua,
who died about half year before, and, by
reason OF his great virtues, was al that time
lamented over all the western parts of Ame-
rica.
He had no sooner got out of the wood,
but he was entertained with such a land
scape of fiowery plains, green meadows,
running streams, sunny hills, and shady
wales, as were not TO be represented by his
own expressions, nor, as he said, by the
conception Of others This happy region
was psopled with innumerable swarms of
spirits, who applied themselves to exer-
cises and divers' MS according as their fan
eies led them. Some were tossing the e.
gure OF quot; others were pitching the
shadow of bar; others were breaking
the apparition of horse and multitudes
employing themselves upon Ingenious han
dicrafls with the souls Of departed utensils,
for that is the name which in the Indian
language they give their tools when they
are burnt or broken. As he travelled
through this delightful scene, he was very
often tempted to pluck the flowers that rose
every wh're about hIm in the greatest pro-
fusion, having never seen several of them
in his own country; bul he quickly found
that they were objects Of his sight, they
were not liable to his ouch He al length
came to the side of great river, and being
a good fisherman himself, stood upon the
banks of il some time to look upon an app-
Ter that had taken great many shapes Of
fishes, which lay founcing up and down by
him. u Ua
should have told my readers, that this
Indian had been formerly n'arried to one
Of the greatest beauties Of his country, by
whom he had several children. This cou-
pie were so famous for their love and con-
stancy 10 one another, that the Indians to
this day, when they give a married man
JOY Of his wife, wish that they may live to-
gether like Narrator and Yaratilda. Mar
ration had not stood long by the fisherman
when he saw the shadow Of his beloved
Yaratilda, who had for some time fixed her
eye upon him, before he discovered her,
Her arms were stretched out towards him,
floods of tears ran down her eyes her
looks, her hands, her voice called him over
to har ord N The same time seemed to