Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1849-06-21

tie fell long ago In tha, distant white village
and The buzzards have picked his bones. May
me same tate come upon every one of the mur-
derlng race. The curse of Bending Oak is
upon the white wolf, and all who smile on HIM"
The next day the aged squaw talked with the
chiefs, concerning the expected intrusion into
their camp, and besought them, by removing To
the borders OF a distant river, To evada their
visitor. But the girls of the tribe had preceded
her with glowing descriptions of the ueasursrs
which The white trader would bring to Offer IN
exchange for their f1rs, that curiosity and av.
arIce overcame all her warnings and maIedc.
lions.
At the appointed time The boat of Elliott, the
white hunter, was seen approaching The Indian
encampmeni. He brought with him a supply
Of arms, beads, and such other articles as mloht
please the taste of his red friends. His gifts
won for him gruff welcome from the men out
Elliott read warmer one ia the beaming CLAN
ces Of Sunny Cloud and her sister, Blu, when
ever, during his stay, he crossed the path of
Talking Bird, the keen, suspicious glance of
Bending Oak was ben. upon Them His busi-
ness was concluded, and he spoke Of departing.
The day was decided, and The evening previ-
Gus, by some strange coincidence, Elliou and
Talking Bird were standing side by side, in a
deep woody glen, not far from the wigwams.
The eyes Of The maid were humid and sorfow-
fu, as she said,
You leave US too soon, my brother I"
"But hwill not forget my forest sister, Her
memory will be like sweet song from afar
May her life be as peaceful and happy as yon-
der beautiful stream, that is quietly sparkling
in the long, low sunbeams"
D,,t- T. l.
has ceased to shine upon them Talking Birds
white brother has become the light of her life
When he is gone she cannot be glad, for il will
be dark"
The young man started and trembled al this
confession. His heart had yearned towards The
gentle forest girl, bu, he had no, realized that
the feeling was so deeply reciprocaled He
knew the Odium that connection with her
would attach to him in The view of his kindred
and acquaintance, but, in the excitement Of The
moment, he felt that he could bear il all for the
sake of her guieless love. He would be hap
py with her and let the world take lis own
course.
+" Will the Talking Bird 60 and make music
in the lonely cabin of her White brother Z" said
he I" the holy man shall make US one, and afar
from both red and white, we will live for each
other alone Shall it not be so"
The maiden laid her hand in his and said,
8" will 60"
AT that moment there was a sudden rustng
something flashed swiftly through the air
Elliott fell 10 the ground with a deep groan-
An arrow had pierced his breast In frantic
agony Talking-Bird tore il away. and staunched
the blood with her garments, but the wound
was fatal. The hunter could only whisper
farewell. Just as the word died upon his lip,
Bending Oak issued from the shade, aud NUT
tered in cold satisfied tore,
The pale demon that would lure the lndi-
an fawn from her covert is dead-and by wo-
mans hand Leave his carcass, poor fool. and
learn not to throw myself again upon The coil
of serpent"
There was wild stare in return, but Talk
ing. Bird heard her not. An arrow had entered
her own soul. Thought forsook its throne, and
she became quiet, melancholy maniac. The
indian girls changed her name. and spoke of
her now as the Wounded Dove Day afIer
day she would wander with her favorite, Sun
ny Cloud, 10 the glen where the fatal event oc
cured, and together they would chaunt many
a low, mournful song After few brief moons
had waned, they laid her to rest beneath the
turf where the white hunter FELL and the seclu-
ded spot was ever afterwards called the Glen
of the Wounded Dove