Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1847-10-01
CHAPTER III.

"Into her dream he melted as the rose,
Blendeth its odor with the violet,
Solution sweet."-KEATs.
GONE only felt his course was run,
He gazed upon the sinking sun,
His the keen eye and stately form,
And reasons majesty of brow,
His the firm soul that dangers storm
When most it batfled could not bow
Miss JEwsBvRY.
"Ye gods! what do l see! IT'S Phythias,"
FENELoN.
Fettered and seated upon a rude stool, in u
room at the eastern extremity Of the armory, ap-
proprialed to the temporary confinement Of priso-
nors-Ilolate Fixco was apparently absorbed in
deep thought. His back was turned to the door,
and he did not notice the quiet entrance of a Sc
cond person; nor was it until aroused by the
sound of foot fall close by him, that he turned
with look of partly subdued displeasure at the
rude intrusion Of his captors, us he thought. But
his expression changed suddenly 10 a shade of
pleased surprise, as the light form of Nalhceola
bounded before him. Half timidly, yet with a
countenance gushing with thankiulness and ten
der confidence, she cast herself at the captive
feet and poured forth the wild artless overflow.
ings of her grateful heart, whilst tears Of 10y
dropped gislening like diamonds in the sun light;
and her unbraided floating jet tresses fell in rich
profuson upon the knees of the warrior chief,
and her graceful tuft OF snow-whte orIoIo and
crimson FIamingo feathers Just kissed his noble
breast---ft emblem Of con6ding innocence. He
stopped over The PROSTATE girl, and lifting her up:
Fair Nalhceoa, swift and beautiful as the
fawn," ,"..-he said, ,---"wipe away these tears they
III hacono thu avac of ha duuuhtep of q San1i.
mole chief Fear not for your father nor for me.
The Good Spirit" and he pointed TO the wes'
tern sky; 'ihe Good spirit will sustain the honor
of his brave children, and will welcome them 10
the Happy Hunting grounds. There no pale
face may come with his fire arms and blood
hounds to murder them or tear them away from
the cherished graves of their dead. Go in peace
young dove;---HoIate Fixico feels and cherishes
your thanks. May the lidess eye Of the Coco
Spirit watch over you"
More than once had the maiden lifted her eye:
to those of the speaker, and as often had they
fallen as if before the radiance Of the sun, ant
nestled undertheir long penced lashes. As HI
concluded, she cast one timid soul-meItlng glance
at the chief and murmuring her thanks ant
springing away, disappeared through the door,
Gliding quietly from the armory, and taking
shaded path that led to a beautiful savannah Of
the east, until hid from view by corpse of ma
jestic trees; she soon re-appeared with an armfu
of richly tinted flowers, minging their gorgeou
leaves with delicate orange blossoms and snow
, white magnolas. Re-entering the prisoner
room, and moving noselessly about, she selected
beautiful boquets, andtastelu adorned the walls
with graceful wreaths, that loadened the air with
) rich perfume, and exhilirated the senses of the
captive like the bamy zephyas Of sweet Araby
Hoate lifted his head. and though he did no
speak, his countenance most gratefully expressed
3 the thanks which his lips did not utter. Will
every dawn and eve, that tireess watcher wa
, seen entering the capdve's room, bearing he
f tribute of The lovely flowers and lucious fruits
f that tropical cline. Her fairy hands wrough
f beauteous garlands of the fragrant exotcs t
greet the eye and delight the Hostage with thei
reviving odor And before him she placed tn
blushing olive, the golden orange, the bursting
grape, and all the tempting fruits, which her un