Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-12-02

feeble now Who, lives foreyer2 The
Palsled hand soon ceases to bend the pride
q 't,t 6ows-the, growing mist Of age soon
gathers on the bright EYE of truest aim-the
once flrm step is soon missed on the. lone
path OF the hunter-and the heart, of many
days grows weary with beating. / wish /
had died in the morn oflife, in the battles
OF my youth. Ehaye been a hunfarnof tbe
ss1ld-A-a warrior sof the waste, ana can s, bea,
hunger, butthis fond mate of mine. and
this little one, have they warrors spirit?
Bless them and give them to eat, Oh bless
this bird Of my bosom, and shed the tears
OF mercy on this young rose Of the wilder.
ness, that is bornlto bloom among the thorns
ofgrief!"'.t -, p : - :"
Butto this petition the white man gave
no heed. cae.I
Then said the resigned son Of the forest:
"but will not mourn, nor let the bow
Of my spirit break!-will tears make flow.
ers to grow, or will sighs nourish corn?"
Still the white man was unmoyed-he
needed not the tears ofthe mother. nor the
innocent smile Of the infant on her bosom.
But amid the young ones who PLAYED a.
round the cabin door, there was little
glrl-a tender fawn Of a few moons-a
cherished rose would soon be blossoming in
the bower of domestic love. Her dove
eyes wept-her gentle heart was heaving.
She knew the dark skinned mother loved
her young. Her eyes were as little blue
flower which she gathered in the glades-
her skin was as the water-lilly, or the sun
set touching the white folds Of the clouds of
evening. The mountain flower looked up
to her stony sire, while the drops of feeling
trembled in her eye: = o
"Oh Father!" said she, s'bid the red
children sit beside our fire, and eat our
bread, lest they faint and die!'' /
She threw her tendril arms around his
neck beseeching him
"Father, you say you love me-theu
bless them for my sake!, e-a t
There was a little bright haired boy
playing by her side, who also joined in this
generous prayer. ... ..-.
The old tyrant was moved. The Indi.
ans entered the lodge with Joy. Willingly
did the little maiden and bright haired boy
tend the strangers. They placed the fag-
got on the fire. Ripe were their berries,
and sweet the roasted corn. The strang.
ers eat and were satisfied; and with hand
fulls returned to their forest-homes. AS
they went, they looked up to the Great
Spirit with gratitude, and back to the home
of the kind-hearted children with BLESSING.
j., CHAPTER II. sH.E Fs]l
Many years passed away; and that happy
girl and boy, who blessed the wanderers,
had reached the noon day of life. The
leaves had fallen and faded many times,
and the forest flowers had often bloomed
and died in the prairies, when at length
they were living on in welded bliss, as
happy-hearted as their sunny cline. Their
cottage was far away from the scenes ol
childhood, on a sun-loved hill, and beside a
rafting brook He was now hunter of
the forest. One evening the eye of the
fondwife wandered wistfully over the feat
ures Of her youthful mate, as he prepared
to 60 to thewood. Fond creature! a strange
prophetic fear came over her spirit. The
night before she dreamed of the savage
war-whoop, and heard the cry of death, and
wakened with scream. He comforted
her in vain before he went away. He
takes his arrow, bow, and hunting.spear;
but ere ne goes--one salute Of love to his
forest dove, and one kiss to their little
pledge Of affection; and swift as an arrow
from warriors bow, away he HES to the
forest. .,5.;y tt syIe as@,iassf.3,.t..
The shadows Of evening began to fall
she locked towards the forest entrance, but
her lover comes not yet. The flowers are
dim, the song Of birds is gone--and still he
is not near. The last day beam which
fingered on. the twilight's garment-fringe
is passed away, and darkness settles on the
dun mountains Of Allegheny. g..,a
The sun Of her spirit has gone down,
With her child in her arms she wandered
out by the bank Of her own silver river
the murmuring Merrimac. Ii led her in
the woodward path. The moon, the friend
Of mourners, shone on her wanderings,
while the stars shed their sympathetic in
auence on her heart. The wandering
breeze, and bird of night, and the mournful
owlet, alone disturbed her pensiveness. The
deepening shadows ofthe distant trees often
deceived her eye, and sported with her
fancy; and more than once deemed she
saw figure soring out from the forest
but It went away. .a 81, h
She had wandered a good way when she
thought Of returning, and turned towards
her white cottage. But alas! what lurid
light is this? her cabin in flames. She
began 70 run toward it, when To-! there
stood before her the, enemy Of the white
man, one of the panther footed children Of
the wood. She clasped her babe in agony.
"My hunter boy, we shall meet again in
the land OF love- One hand Of the Indian
was raised, while the, otherheld her by the