Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1848-10-11

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) gether, presented s aness and snrine
f ness of fibre that rasli 9ed ono of mn A 70 20
: more than aborigid4 blood: Her bro,
: was high, Iesreatln and narrow, wit
arched and contracted 6fosas, beneath whic
. fairly burned Il intense restles
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). peared what might IS been mistaken e.
, a white veil, except adraft Of air cause
Il portion Of. ii 10 IL llla fall show mo ;
10 be mass Of ailuaz hair. Yet So mo
tionless was, ihe g. 80 sill 1 tinv moe
casirod foo:, just eiibie, and the hue
a,,s.ss,ss ana sssaassSa q "a Esriag' tina, q. al
& al Length ID turned sharp
| " round and addressed the object upon tn,
mats.
''How much longer will you sleep
Smoke! Get up, | tell thec.''
At this ungracious speech-for Smoke
means snaka-the figure started slightly
but did not obey. Alter some silence sh,
spoke again, "Wa-an (white soul) get III
and eat, our people will soon be here.
Still no motion nor reply. At length the
woman in n sharper accent, resumed,
"Bridget Vines, bid the arise!' ant
she laughed in an under tone.
| The figure slowl y raised itself up ane
looked upon the speaker. "Ascashe,
will answer only to my own name,"
'As you like" re,ot;ed the other
''Smoke is as good name as Ascashe .
A truism which the other did not seem dis.
posed to questionable one meaning q
snake, the other spider, or s'net.weaver, .
Contrary TO what might have been ex
pected from the color OF the hair, the figure
from the ma; seemed q mere chill in aspect,
and yet the eye, the mouth, and the grasp
OF her hand, indicated not only maturity
of years, but the presence of deep and IN .
tense passions. Her size was that of n
girl Of thirteen years in our northern eli
mate, yet the fine bust, the distinct ano
slender waist, and the firm pressure of the
arched foot revealed maturity as well as
indiyidualism of character.
Rising from her rucumbent posture. she
approached the water at the entrance OF
the cave till the spray mingled with her
long white locks, and The light falling up
on her brow, revealed sharp, beautiful
outline Of face scarcely touched by years,
white, even teeth, and eyes, of blue, vet so
deeply and sadly kindlng into intensity,
that they grew momentarily darker, and
darker Us you gazed upon them.
"Water, still water, forever water. she
murmured. Suddenly turning round she
darted into the recesses of the cave, lean.
ing, as it we're, with her long hair tossed to
and fro about her person, Presently she
emerged followed by a pet panther, which
leaped and bounded in concert with his
mistress, Selling bow, she sent the ar
row away into the black roof of the cavern
waited for its return, and then discharged
it again and again, waching lis progress
with eagre and impatient delight. This
done, she cast herself again upon the skins,
spread her long hair over her form, and
lay motionless as marble.
Ascashe again called, "Why do you
not come and eat, Smoke?"
Having no answer,she called out, "Wa-
an, come and eat;" and then tired Of this
useless teasing, she arose, and shaking the
white girl by the arm, ,cried, Bridget Vines,
bid you eat.
81 will, Ascashe, ~ answered the other,
taking corn and dried fish, which the 9TH
er presented.
"Fhe spider caugh: bad snake when
she wove net for Bridget Vines" NUT
tered the tall woman. The other covered
her face with her hands, and the VEINS Of
her forehead swelled above her fingers;
yet when she uncovered her eyes they
were red: not with tears, but the effort to
suppress their flow.
sit is long, long time that have been
here, Ascashe,' answered Bridges sor.
rowiully.
''Have you never been out since Sam
oret left you here" asked the net-weaver;
and she fixed her eyes searchingly upon
the face of the girl, who never quailed nor
changed color beneath her gaze, but re-
piled in the same tone, "How should little
Hope escape-where should she go!'-
Hope being the name by which Mistress
Vines had called her child in moments Of
tenderness, as suggesting a mothers yearn'
ing hope that she would at some time be
less Capricious, for Bridget had always
been wayward incoherent, and diminu-
tive creature, and treated with great gen.
tleness by the family.
f'Do you remember what once told
you?" continued the other. "You had al
frend-you have an enemy"
This time Bridget Vines started, and
gave utterance to long, low, plaintive cry,
as if her soul walled, as if it fitted from
its frail tenement, for she fell back as dead
upon the skins.
The woman muttered, s'The white boy
and girl shouldn't have scorned the red wo-
man," and she took her to the edge of the
water and waited her recovery; when she
opened her eyes, she continued, "Ascashe
is content--she has been very, very wretch
ed, but so has been her enemy. Look, my
hair is black; Wa-ain's is like the white
frost"
81 knew it would be so,'' answered the
other, gently, shut it is nothing. Tell me
where you have been, Ascashe, and how
came you here? O-ya-ah died the other
day" She alluded to an old squaw who
had been her keeper in the cave.
At this moment shadow darkened the
room, another, and another, and three stall.
warth savages stood before the two women.
Each as he nassed patted The head of