Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1848-01-08

and in the other fresh blown rose; and ev-
err and anon faint smile would pass over
the changing countenance of Inneez as she
felt the exhlarating influence Of the one,
and the fragrance of the other.
As the sun descended in the west, so ebs
bed her life away.
,'Tis beautiful" said she; "Tis please
ant to die thus i leave this pleasant VAL
lev, these clear streams, these howery wales,
cor the Spirit Land--ior that happy place
where the bright sunshine is not followed
hv the darkness of night--where the flowers
never fade, aud where the music of the run
ming brook is never sieneed by winter-l
90 to the far off hunting grounds, where the
Great Spirit will breathe upon me, and l
shall be sick no more-where my fathers
and the bright spirits will welcome me; let
me die when the sun sinks behind the wes-
tern hills--let me 80 with its last rays to
the spirit land"
"Inneez must not die" said Tekemosi
in the agony of his soul; " she will yet live!
the Great Spirit viii not take her from Te-
kemosh. She is the light Of his dwelling.
Ii lnneez dies, Tekemosh will die toop
"Fathern said she, shave you nQt Told
me that we are the children of the Great
Spirit--that he loves us and will take care
of us; and will be not take care of your
And, father, does the hunter spare the fawn
for its DANES sake, or for its beauty! does
not the arrow pierce its heart, and must not
death take me for your sake!"
As she ceased, that smile which is seen
only in death passed over her face and set
tied on her lips--the eyes, which moment
before burned with light which seemed
unquenchable, were closed-those low, soft;
musical tones were hushed--lnneez was
dying
But Mary was by her side. Her kind Of
fees partially restored the dropping spirit.
Slowly the shadow of death relaxed and
passed away-the last light of life played
iainily over her features, once more her
voice was heard--hcard only to be hushed
forever.
al have seen the silvery lake, and the
beautiful island could see the form of the
spirits there could hear the sweet music
they beckoned TO me to go over and Join
them, and there were great many on the
other side TO welcome mel thought was
just stepping into the water TO go over as !
awoke-i see the spirit land now smell
the odor Of its never iading flowers--l hear
the echoes of its music--the sound OF Its
clear waters
Just then she saw the last rays Of the
setting sun playing on the distant hill-tops.
"Ou-al-lahp'
And In moment her brother was by her
side.
"Carry me outs said she, "carry me out
II would see the sun set for the last time
IL woulds see once more the little brook and
hear its running watcrs--l would see the
H.. hara
more, before 20 over the water TO the hap
py land where they are waiting for nle."
They bore her to a little hillock where
she could look up and down the course OF
the stream, on the banks Of which she had
passed so many hours in childhood. II was
a warm summer evening, light clouds were
floating from the east to the west and SEEM
ed clustering around the sun, which was
throwing up in food of light lis last rays
the winds, laden with the scent Of flow
ers, were slowly rolling westward, and the
song of the spirit bird rose primitive but
clear in the west.
| Inneez lifted her dying eyes and looked
for the last time on her father.
81 am sailing over the waters of the lake
II hear my death song sung--l go with the
angels of the flowers, and the white clouds
light my pathway, the Great Spirit is breath
ing on me and ! hear his voice, see the
light of the happy land and hear the songs
of the spirits--they are waiting for lnneez."
The song of the spirit bird had ceased,
the white clouds were cleared from the sky,
the flower scented breeze had died away
and Innecz was dead.
Like timid fawD sinitten down by the
arrow of the hunter--like the first bud OF
spring stricken from the parent stem by a
storm and lying in It's faded beauty on the
cold pround--so lay lnneez, beautiful even
in death.
A low, solemn strain Of music arose on
the evening air--it swelled up and vas
borne aloft on the wings of the wind, IT
echoed through the valley and rang from
the dim caverns in the rocks--'twas the last
song of the Mahonings, sung over the last
flower Of their tribe.
Inneez was buried on the summit OF a
high hill, beneath the wide spreading branch
es Of an oak that had braved the storms tor
centuries, where Tekenosb's ancestors had
for many generations been buried.
WHY is il that we are permitted only once
| in long time TO see embodied IN child OF
earth, goodness Of heart, purity, truth and
Iloye--alI the virtues, 10 short, and seeming
n ~, too, without a tarnish from vice, or
frailfy Of human nature; so that we can get
from them faint idea Of the character OF
the heavenly spirits; and then when VIC
have been permitted to gaze on them until
they become, as it were, part OF our be-
ing, almost necessary to our existence, and
when the soul becomes completely wrapped
up in them, every fibre of our heart inter-
woven with theirs, and the breaking asun-
der creates the greatest sorrow-they are
stricken down in their youth and their
beauty-with their purity and innocence
for winding sheet--their truth for a lamp
70 light them through the darkness OF their
GATEWAY. TO that land, f" from whose bourne,
no traveller returns''