Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1848-09-20

lcloud when oil within is dssolation! | tel
fyou, father, l must weep, for my heart
swollen like the waters of the great fountain
when the Manito is angry with them!
am sold," said she drawing herself to he
0 full height, chartered for a few huntin.
grounds, far away over the blue hills, ant
when another moon comes creeping up il
] the sky, its beams will play with the flow
ers upon my motl.er's grave, ,bu: shall no
) be there to welcome them!''
u A smile full of scornful meaning, stole
5&pyer the stern features of Palamato, as he
Bent closely to her ear, and whispered one
word, which gathered the rich blood, like
] q. sunset cloud, over her face and bosom.
\ ''I hate the Narragaiself, he suttered'
'sbut cannot shut my eyes. We are weak
and feeble, and the scalps Of our bravest
warriors are already i'll their wigwams,
while the trees of the forest are not more
numerous than the chieftains Of that ac-
cursed tribe, I" and he unwound the beauti-
full arms that had stolen around his neck,
with look of moody frmness, ti,at told
how great a victory sell-interess had achiev'
ed over his better nature. ''It is not be-
cause the land is fairer or the flowers more
bright, that Natameeta would have the
warfare lit again upon the hills, for Pala-
mato's eye is keen and searches deeply,
and it saw thy young heart leaving its old
home, to follow the Lenape Hunter to his
scanty lodge over the western prairies.-
To night" said he, as he lifted the heavy
skins from the door, "to night, when the
moon comes out in her council, and the
torches of the brave are lit upon the hills
of the spirit land, then Natameeta must be
welded to the Narraganset:!''
He was gone. Chillingly the echo of
his footsteps threading the dim fores: aisles,
fell upon the heart of the princess. "To
night" she murmured, e:to night!' What
world of misery was crowded into these
two syllables! 1t is a serious lesson to the
young heart, when it first learns that sor.
row lives in this bright and beautiful world
and turks forever in tho shadow of happi-
ness.
sTo night, Natameeta will be welded
but not to the Narragansett King; for then
her soul would wi'her like the spring flowers
and not 10 die. Metbinks there is a strange
charm in the enchanted fountain to night
said she, as she looped up the heavy
furs, ,and stood half poised in the embrazure,
gazing upon the cataract, which in the
warm rich light, seemed an immense sheet
of burning silver! 1t was beautiful pic
ture-that tall dark girl standing in the
door of her rude dwelling. One small foot
.encased in an exqusitely embroidered moe:
casin, rested upon the sill Of the lodge, the
other rose. timidly forth upon the rough
stone steps, as if half tempted to go forth
among the flowers that nodded upon the
very verge Of the cataract, yet fearing to
trust herself alone in q spot whose wildness
so harmonized with the half formed purpo-
ses of her he >rt. A robe of feathers taste
fully plated together, with beads and silver
loops, composed her dress, gathered up u
round her right shoulder and confined at
the waist with girdle of shells, leaving
her arm bare to the wrist, around which
circled bracelet of small silver bells, s,whose
low sweet chime gave an echo to every
movement Of her graceful form. Her dark
hair fell like rich scarf around a bust of
fau,lless symmetry, and her eyes looked
out from their long lashes, like stars thro'
cloud at midnight. "To night" fen al
most mechanically from her lips, like some
deep wall OF wo from the sepulchre Of bur-
ried hopes. ITO night! and the moon is
even now smiling in the eastern skyp'
A slight cracking in the bushes arrested
her attention, and with a startled look she
stepped forth and bent down in listening
attitude, till her face nearly touched the
ground. s'They are coming" she ex.
claimed after brief pause, 81 hear theil
footsteps issuing from the encampment-
their voices echo 1g from the hiiis-theil
torches gllmmering through the tress-
nearer-near er they come-and how
"Natameeta," whispered voice at hel
side, and a dark, toil.worn figure crep
from the shadows of the lodge. A dress
of coarse bark, rudely woven together, ane
!, ragged and worn with long journeyine
F through the forest, hung loosely upon q
f frame that seemed to have shrunken by
| some sudden blow, from its usual proper
tions. A broken bow and hunting knife
, was slung to his waist by coil of twisted
bark, and few useless arrows release,
themselves from the quiver and fell to th'
ground as he emerged from his conceal
ment. He wore no ornament except.
bracelet of rare shells woven together will
long black hair, and linked with bells ol
similar workmanship with those of tn
young princess. His hair wild and disor
, dered, was matted with burs, and draw
f back from the forehead, where the cord
and veins were swollen to hideousness,giv
;. ing to the large eyes almost protrudin
from their sockets, glimmering of insar
ity. A shudder thrilled through the vein
. ofthe young princess as she gazed on hi
3 seeming spectre, till her eye fell upon tn
/. embroidered bracelet, and then with he
s. face radiant with joy, she sprang forwar
is and lay upon his bosom, molionlcss, US
.. excess of happiness had deprived her of e.
% istence.
le They told me you would wed the Ma
ct raganse,t King, said the Lenape, windin
le his brawny arms still more closely arour
l! the yielding form of the beautiful GIRL
re They told me you would wed the Narr
IS, gansett King, and fourteen suns have sec
or me toiling through forests and over pre-
ries to restore the pledge you gave n
%, here by the lake side under the willow.
IS. and he raised her head from its throbbi,