Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1847-03-25

GIN Of the lake, to drink, as if unconscious
OF danger. He leveIed his rifle upol
him, and fired, but missed his mark. II
an instant, apother rifle flashed, and the
deer lay painting upon the shore. The
hunter sprang forward to secure the fall
len game, not thinking but that the Sc
cond report was only an echo of his own
He scarce had reached the spot, when
to his surprise, canoe was drawn upor
the shore, and manlike youth stood be-
fore bin.
Charles HARDWOOD exclaimed the as.
lonished hunter, and eagerly clasped the
youth to his breast.
Pardon, said he, at length, so rough
greeting; but it is so long since civiliz.
ed being, save my daughter, has blessed
my sight, tina, my joy will urge me to eX-
cess, Besides, your appearance has call
ed the scenes of the past, wildly to mind,
mingled with which, are recolIec,ions
that never fail to make my heart sad,
The past, you know,my friends gone,
responded the youth. The present and
future are all we have TO do with, But
how fares my beloved Ella"
She yet is joyous returned the hunter
even in her severest hardships, and is
now anxiously waiting your arrival; but |
have more to tell you, though in the first
place let me ask--where is your band?--
why are YOU here alone? You surely did
not come upattended!'
NO., responded the youth. 4 have left,
jus; behind, Il band Of noble fellows, as
hardy and ture as ever fell TO the lot Of
mortal TO lead.
That is WE'LL exclaimed the hunter, in
return, they may have an opportunity to
prove iheir courage, ere long,-there may
be danger broodng over us, which, if
rightly read your heart, may affect yOur
peace
Speak! responded the youth; and if
danger is before us, or hovers over her |
most value on earth, this, and he touched
a small bugle, tina, hung at his side, shall
call score of brave men, that are good
for hundred of the enemy
Not now. my young friend, returned
the hunter, but are you sure they are with.
in cal'
Not half mile down the shore, re-
piled the youth, Just around yonder
point
'Enough;' exclaimed the hunter, now
let Us away,-EIla will be impatient Of my
staying, and will be glad to welcome you.
The hunter then placed his heavy bur-
den upon his shoulder, and, followed by
his newly arrived guest, took his winding
path homeward. Scarcely had they pass
ed one fourth Of the distance from the top
Of the bank that sIoped back from the lake
to the hunters home, when, directly in
their path, in front, up started the dark,
lrowning form of a savage chief A tom.
ahawk was poised in his hand, and hung
high in air above the hunters head, with
deadly aim.
In an instant the sword of the youth
flashed from its scabbard, and struck the
weapon from the Indians hand. The
chief darted one Of his most savage scowls
upon the youth, who, till now, had escap-
ed his notice, as he leapt in trent of the
hunter with his naked sword, as Tito turn
the wrath of the Indian upon himself. A
moment--a fierce war whoop rang
through the fores,-but the Indian had
vanished.
'I'hou preserver OF my lfe!' the hunter
exclaimed, grasping the hand ofthe youth,
Il was unprepared for this surprise,
though it is not the first time have met
his indignant frown. | will now tell you
all, even the danger | had so darkIy hint.
ed
lie then related to his hearer, while
they pursued their way, the events of the
few proceeding hours, all of which the
reade! shall have in our own good time.
The shades Of evening had spread them.
selves over the earth, when the daughter,
who had been anXiously watching her ia
theirs return, heard his voice in conversa
lion without, and started up to greet him
home, not suspecting who his companion
might be. But, as she heard a voice in
reply, its familiar tones brought to her
the recollection of her ex-
pected lover, aud the warm blood from her
loud beating heart spread a crimson glow
over her face, that told well the feelings
o! her bosom. Soon the door swung on
its hinges, and Charles HARDWOOD stood
before her,-the next moment she was
clasped to the bosom of her betrohed low
er. 1t needed no rules of etiquette, in
those times and under such circumstances
TO welcome SO dear friend and desirable
a guest, as Charles HARDWOOD. So, while
we leave the joyful lovers to follow up
their rapIurous greetings, with kindly
speeches and heart felt emotions, we will
bring thep past events up TO the present
date.
CHAPTER II.
Our fathers siIvered Ger
With age, their fate dep|ore,
Our wives, and children dear,
With many gushing tear;
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