Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1848-02-04
The bEWiLDERED SAVAGE.

manners ana customs, indicates hl9ner source
of civilization than the other tribes of Africa.
Before they were harTied and hunted by the
white men that infest their shores, they were
a pastoral people, brave and manly, but rare
ly goaded to deeds of violence. Their fea-
lures are European, their color clear, dark
brown; their forms athletic and graceful and
their manners frank and cheerful.
Christianity has been form Of sectarism,
not differing from its minor subdivisions es-
sentialIy in spirit, though necessarily some
what more enlarged in its boundaries. Hence
all nations who do not know the Divine Prin-
ciple of the Universe by the name of God,
have been branded as heathens and infdels.
Mahometans have manifested the same spirit
Of limitation; and because the tribes Of East
ern Africa worshipped the Creator under the
name Of Udali instead Of Allah, the Moors
called them kafirs, which is the Arabic word
for inidels. Hence their country came to be
known to the civilized world by the name of
CATER land or CatiraTia. But doubtless the
angels Judge quite differently of these matters.
They are attracted toward the religious sem
tment, without caring for its name. The
sigh, and the tear, and the simple reverential
thought, often rise up to them as prayer from
the laoon-l.ghted desert, while the heavy at
mosphere of earth presses down. out of their
hearing, pulpit orations, and many an un-
winged response from gilded prayer books
la every form OF society, Nature has her
priests, her prophets, and her poets too, tho
they pass away unrecorded, for want Of ut
terance through Literature and the Arts.
Among the poetic temperaments of CATER
land was Marossi, docile, contenplative
child, an earnest observer Of the earth and
the heavens. Mother, who made the stars -
was one oC his earliest questions; and when
told that Udali created them, he imagined the
winds were his voice, and the sunshine his
clothing. The deep, quiet little soul, was
overhowing with affection. 1t seemed an alb
Soute necessity Of his existence, TO be near
something he could love. He must nestle
with his pet antelope under the shade OF the
mimosa tree, or fall asleep with his little hand
within tllat of his mother. Marossi was the
youngest of her children, the most beautiful
in form. the gentest in spirit; and something
If re, erence mingled with her love for him,
while she listened to his thoughtful ques-
tons.
When he was about eight years Ola, Mo
rayian missionary, who happened TO be traV-
cling that way, visited their cabin, and talked
to them of the Christians God, under the
name of Utiko, which is an African word
signifying The Beautiful. His discourse, i'm
perfectly expressed ia CATER dialect, was still
more inperiectIy understood by the untutor-
ed boy; bat still it made deep impression
on him, The missionary told them that u
tiko was all Love; that his love descended in
dew TO refresh the flowers, and in sunshine
to warm the earth, and into the soul of man,
filing it with peace and goodwill. MarosSl
never forgot this description OF the Christ
ian's Col. In the radiant beauty OF sunset,
in the mild glory of moonlight, in his mothers
smile, in the lambent eyes of his antelope, he
felt the presence OF Utiho. 1t seemed strange
to him that his father hated the Christians,
aud spoke scorntulty Of their sacred book
When he told OF whole tribes killed by them,
or carried Off into slavery, the boy asked ms
mother, with sad establishment, whether
these people also believed IN Utiko. who hll-
ed the souls of men with peace and goodwin;
and when she told him yes, his little BRAIN
was bewldered-
The secluded hamlet in which he was born
was in deep valley, girdled round by al
most impossible mountains, which the 1907
of the white man had never trod, within his
! recollection. But few weeks after the visit
| of the good missionary, the family were
wahened at midnight by fearful shrleks ana
bowls. For an instant, they supposed that
lions or hyenas were among their flock; but
the crash of fire arms soon announced Hu-
man foe. IN vain the poor CATERS stroVe 10
defend their wives and children. Their huinoie
cabins were all ablaze, their fields OF maize
and miIlet trarnpled down, and all VINO were
not slaughtered. were bound hand and loot
and dragged off towards the sea-coast- Ter
ribie was the impression this scene maze on
the sensitive spirit OF Marossi. To ms dying
hour. he never could forget those dusky forms
struggling and bleeding IN the fierce glare oil
the freight When they were hurried a
vav, driven like a herd of cattle across the
country he asked where was his iaiher bu'
his weeping mother could not tell. Silently
and sadly, he trudged along by her side, hold
mo fast by her hand. But the march was
long and wearisone. and many OF the paths
were rough aud stony. Their feet began to
! bleed, and they Jagged q little; whereuPon
the Christian drivers cursed them. and cu'
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