The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-11-08

the friends who would have detained him,
and disappeared in the burning building.
After some ten minutes the chief issued
forth from the flames, his face blackened,
his hair crisped, and his clothes on fire,
but bearing in his arms the fainting form
of Lucy Dean-that precious burden, for
whom he would have plunged, without-
shrinking, into fathomless hell itself. OH!
miraculous light of love, thou art, in truth,
the only ray that ever reaches this dark
dungeon of world which beams above
all the stars; and thou, bright essence Of
celestial ether, such as the angels breathe,
it is God gives thee even to the hardest
and savagest hearts; pure as dew, free as
rain-drops, and sweet as the cream of
Olymplan nectar.
That evening the Greek commander
with one division Of his army, set out for
his own plantation on the Alabama river.
The reader needs scarcely to be informed
| that the beautiful young orphan was car
ried along with them.
Five days after the massacre of Fort
Mimms, a man and woman might have
been seen converslng in the porch of fine
frame house, overlooking the Alabama
The woman was seated and appeared to
be weeping. The man was standing, and
gesticulated with much animation, as if
engaged in the delivery of an eloquent
speech. The world could not have offer
ed TO the view nobler specimen of hui
mar. organization. Tall in person, straight
and admirably proportioned in figure, with
every member cast in classic mould; his
black eye, lively, quick, and piercing; his
nose, prominet thin and elegant, as if cut
/ Ia o,,t oh; 4
lures harmoniously arranged, like some
masterpiece OF divine music, the whole
man might be pronounced matchless in ma
terial perfection. All who have perused
Claiborn's 'Notes of the war in the South,
will recognize In our portrait the dreadful
Creek half-breed chief, eatherlord.
~ Ionder is my farm, and fifty slaves
| said the chief, pointing his finger in the
direction OF fertile plantation; Il have
boundless wealth; am winning glory: [
am assured of a generals commission soon
from the greatest nation on the earth: and
when New Orleans and Louisiana are con-
quered, | shall be British Governor; and
all shall be yours, if you will share NV
fortune, as you always possess my heart
undivided Weatherford paused for an
answer in vain and then conlinued-I
have loved you for years. | have wooed
you almost without hope. For your sake
l have renounced sensual indulgence, and
lived abstemiously as monk. | have Civ
en- you every possible proof of tenderness.
lhe fortune OF war threw you into my
power, and although my passions are
ardent as the sun of summer, have never
even breathed IN your ear an immodest
wish. Oh! be just, be generous, dearest
Lucy; at least be mercful to one who has
done and endured so much on your ac-
count
1he deep earnestness of the speaker at
length appeared to produce its effect on the
young girl. She raised her pale face and
fearful eyes, and remarked mournfully-
y ou say you love me; then give me one
evidence that | may think better of your
proposal
What is it!' he asked with look of
intense anxiety
Break off your bloody alliance with the
enemies OF my country, and bid your war
rlors cease to murder innocent women and
children
'Never!' replied Weatherford, in accents
OF unuterable determination. Your artful
deception misled me once. It cannot do
so again. Six months ago you encouraged
me to hope, provided l should not take
part IN the war as confederate of Britain.
Did you make good that implied pledge.
Let your conscience answer. But for nv
foolish reliance on your word | should
now be master of the whole Mississippi
territory
Then never speak to me again of love-
retorted Lucy Dean, bitterly.
very WE'LL answered the other sadly.
And now listen to my fixed resolution
l shall never harm you, or suffer YOU to be
harmed; but l cannot and will not live
without the sight of your sweet face. You
have your guard-three brave men and
the girl Lydia. They shall attend YOU al
ways, and you shall travel with my army.
You shall be within hearing of my battles.
l shall see you every day, but will never
speak to You moreno, not one syllable
unless you get on your knees and pray
to me as your God. Thus we two will
live In strange and terrible wedlock;
and when you die, | will die also. and
we shall be buried in the same gravel
And the chief called the savage guard,
who bore off Lucy weeping to her apart
ment.
Weatherford was true to his fearful pro-
mise. The wretched girl was in the rear
during every succeeding engagement-and