The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1846-09-11


home, and sitting down before the
Dcep-River, who was musing bit,
terly over the embers, he said :;
"Chlcf, | have no father; will you
be my father?' The heart of the
Indian was touched, and he deter
mined to adopt as his own, the son
of the man he had murdered.
While the Wyandot warriors had
been gone to the wars, new dwell
er had built his wigwam in the vii
lage. 1t was Jesuit priest named
Du Q'ense, a relative | think Of the
old Governor. He was young, ar
:. dent, full of faith, and void of world
illness. Upon the banks of the little
Rhone-stream that sung by his faith
er'S door, he had read of the labors
of the Catholics in China, India, and
America, among the mountains OF
Mexico, and tie mighty lakes OF
Canada; and his spirit had been
wrought to that point that crowns
and kingdoms, wealth and power,
were as dust in the balance, against
the suferings and labors, the tolls
and glories of missionary. And
now that he was amid those tribes,
he walked az one worthy of them :
and so kindly, SO loving, so true,
were all his works and ways, that
the young Wyandot women, who I'M
derstood but one word in ten, came
with their children to listen to him,
as we listen to a sweet song in for
eign tongue.
: But the Deep River was TO wo-
man; and when he heard on his re-
turn of the hold Father Louis had
taken upon the affections of the pco-
pie, he would almost have driven
him from the village, had he not been
French, the foe of his foe for he
felt as Red Jacket said and felt in
after years a; "If you wish us well,
keep away; do not disturb us; we
like our religion, and do not want
another"
| have said that the Wyandot CHIEF
meant to adopt the boy Emanuel
and though the ceremonies of adop-
ton were still delayed, he treated
him as a son, and as son, expected
him to fear and obey him. But the
Virginia lad was little disposed, al
times, to do any ones will but his
own, and his Indian father then pun
,. ished him Indian fashion-he cut q
hole in the ice, and thrust him in
Such treatment brought on contests,
and those produced i'll feeling. The
young Long knife, as his red play
mates called him, was hot and quick.
} and the Decp-River was one to be
} obeyed.
Upon an occasion of this kind, the
Wyandot, thinking that he was ruin
ing the boy by too great indulgence.
| pulled forth a Buffalo thong, and
gave him scourging that went thro'
muscles and bones to the soul itself.
Noon came, and Emanuel was not
in the wigwam.-Night came and
still lie was not there. The chief
needed to reflect bat one moment
and his own feelings told him that
the beaten child had left his lodge
The mind Of the savage is like q
nicely poised weight, and for while
Deep-Riyer balanced between ad-
miration and enmity; affection
stronger than ever, and now deadly
hate.
The hey had, as he supposed, lef,
him full Of the agony and impotence
of boyish resentment. He had seen,
while at play, another white face in
the village, and went at once to the
hut of the Jesuit. His story was
soon made known to one who read
English as well as Father Louis did,
and they slept, that night side by
side.
With the first dawn of day, the
chief was abroad. His mind balan-
ccd no longer. eft was like squaw
to spare him as | did," said he,
"The Great Spirit is angry. lie
would smell the blood of the Long
Knife" He stood for a moment in
the centre of the Indian town then.
with unerring instinct he went
straight to the Frenchman's door.
Emanuel lay upon the arm of his
new protector, dreaming of the quiz
ct valley on the Green Briar, where
he had chased butterflies with his
sister, and where the bones of that
sister now whitcned in the rains Of
ENTHUSIASTICALLY the dim light Of
morning broke through the open
door, and was hid again by the form
Of the Deep-Rivor. He bent over
the slecpcrs, and seeing it as he sup.
posed IL to be, he shook the priest
by the arm.
"What would you?" said d.
Qucnse, charmed and but half awake
The Wyondot pointed to the child,
who, pale with fear, drew back from
his dreaded father. The French
man shrugged, and shook his head.
"iIc is my son - said the sayao,