Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1848-02-09

lightning that streamed through the sky
and ever and anon, in quiet interval, she
fancied she heard the dashing of his ligh
canoe approaching the beach. In such 9
state Of Fearful suspense she passed the Ions
and dreary night, but morning brought ne
solace. All the ,livelong day she spent in
rowing on the banks, straining her eye te
disco IN in the distance the we'll known
bark guided by the hand she loved. Bu
fruitless and vain was the exertion. Al
nightfall she returned home in a state Of
mind bordering on frenzy. The storm still
ragged with undiminished fury, and the wild
winds howled ftfully around. sending des.
pair to her young heart T Thus did she
continue till reason was driven from her
throne, and the lovely Minamee became q
raving maniac. Her weeping compan-
ions guarded her through the fearful night,
terrified themselves at the wild and wan
dering expressions that, escaped her lips.
Towards morning the storm ceased, and
the winds were lulled to rest. The sound
of the retreating thunder was. heard only in
the distance, and the. clouds gave way for
the clear blue sky to be seen through. AS
the storm without was hushed, the senses
Of The bright. Minamee, returned and she
became more calm. When the sun rose
she bade them tell her the worst: she said
she was prepared to hear the fate Of the
one whose bein g was Us dear to her rs life
itsell.-This was to have been her bridal
day! An old man approached her and told
her the dreadful tidings. The body Of Me
tella had been washed ashore by the waves,
and was found at break of day on the very
spot where she had stood all the day before
awaiting his coming. Whilst she listened
to the recital, not a muscle, moved; each
feature retained its composure, and a pass
ing observer would almost deem that she
was Indifferent; but it was not so. The
fountain Of tears was sealed. Such had
been her feelings while in suspense, that
she bore the dreadful news with unwonted
fortitude. She spoke to the Indian girls
who stood by her side, and babe them ar
ray her in her bridal robe, and deck the
braids of long, glossy black hair with the
wild flowers which Metella had often
wreathed for her brow. They did rs she
desired, and then led her forth at her re-
quest to view for the last time the face OF
her betrothed. She bent over the cold and
inahimate form with clasped hands, in con-
vulsise, speechless, and fearless agony
The last link in the chain that bound her
to earth was now broken, and deep and UNI.
utterable was the anguish Of her. soul, de.
Pfcted on her face, that seemed in the last
few dreadful hours to have grown prema-
turely old. 1t was desperate effort to
look on that beloved face and think she no
more could watch the beamings Of his eye,
nor listen to the tones that constituted her
chief earthly happiness; but how could she
turn awav2 She stood riveted to the spot
like one in dream. Beside her was the
open grave; in few moments he would
be laid to his rest, and the dust Of the earth
heaped upon hlm. Dreadful were the
thoughts that passed through the brain Of
Manamee with inconceivable rapidity.-
Could she behold in moment the fond
hopes and dreams of many year thus
roughly blasted? Could she behold the
one at whose shrine her spirit had knelt
in alteration, and her coniding heart yield
ed up its most lofty homage, thus rudely
torn from her embrace by the hand of
Death? Could shesview the sad relics of
mortality that lay before her. and think that
this was all that remained of Metella?-
Could she look into the open tomb, that
stood ready TO receive him, and watch the
crumbling earth thrown on his manly
breast, and feel in the bitterness of her
heart that those sods would forever exclude
him from her sight? Like statue she
stood till her foster-mother beckoned her a.
way. Then giving long, last, and a
yearning look, she turned away and rushed
impetuously to the summit of cliff near
by, and threw herself from the margin OF
the dreadful precipice.
The sorrowful Indians found the body of
the broken-hearted girl amid the rocks in
the abyss far below. Mournfully and ten
derly they conveyed her away, and laid
her in her bridal robes in the same grave
with Metella. Together they passed the
dark waters, and with united hearts enter
ed the bright spirit land, where the undimn.
ed lamp of celestial splenor throws golden
halo on each happy soul, and kindred
hearts are more firmly united in holy un.
ion. .G&5L5<- -5tv%8
Even to this day, the stranger that pass.
es through that lonely valley, is shown q
low and verdant mound that marks the
resting place of the lovers, and another
generation relates to him the story of the
tragical fate of "Metella and the Chief
tains daughter" ~ AILENROE.
Jan. 27, ls49. .- II rs g
Two men were disputing upon their gen
eaoligy, 81 can prove my family" said the