The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-01-13

knees, and beneath it her limbs were clad
in lighter skin which fitted close as stock
ings, and covered the feet as shoes; while
her neck was covered with red wrapper,
fastened in neat tie beneath her chin
Her dress alone bespoke her not Of Nor
wegian blood and the remarkable charac-
tiers Of her exquisitely delicate shape, her
dark brown eyes, sloping somewhat to the
temples, her black hair and sallow skin.
stamped her one of the Lapland race
She wss of that outcast blood. Her tribe
was sure to be near at hand-ther tents
cast in some ngighboring Fjelde, where
were grazing their troops OF reindeer
Every foot of that way seemed known to
her; she must have srod il so often before.
Does she seek flower or fruit? No; she
looks 10 neither. Journeys she to the vii
lageg No; for now she stops, and seating
herself upon the bank, close to the waters
edge, she seems to await in silence the OBJ
lect Of her mission. From her bosom she
has pulled forth pair Of fur mittens, look.
ed al them with pleased earnestnesS then
glanced hastily along the waters in the direc-
ton OF the cleft leading to the village. and
with listening bnt disappointed express
sion Of face, she has replaced them in her
dress again. There until the MONDAY she
sat slalue-llke and motionless. except that at
intervals her head inclined in a listening
attitude, as though she watched for some
oar upon the water. At length look Of
pleasure beamed over her dark features,
and her head and ears became hxedly at
lentye to some coming sound. Ii was a
boat, approaching from the village its oars
splashed steadily but gently in the water,
worked by females hands, who sat alone
within it. Again the Laplander's counte-
nance relaxed into its passive sadness, and
expressed disappointment. She made q
first motion, as though she would retire;
and then hesitatingly resumed her seat
Presently the boat neared her, and she had
closer view Of its inmate. A sweet look
ing girl, upon whose regular features twenty
summers had told their time, and almost
ripened into glorious womanhood thing Of
angel beauty; her soft blue eyes, from the
midst Of light faxen hair, that curled ma
turslIy over her temples, looked laughingly
upon everything and her well-develoPed
frame, full, yet graceful, with every move
of the oars was moulded iuto fresh outlines
Of loneliness. A glance at her could tell
that her heart was happy home, and the
music OF peace il breathed was on her coun
tenance. 1t was Margaret, the betrothei
of Olaf, and she was out in her light skif
upon the waters to meet him, to whom hei
heart was pledged. She looked not for the
Lsplander-the LaPIander looked not for
her-but their eyes met, and Margaret:
boat was speedily al the bank, where thai
young LaPlander sat musing. And Mar
gsret addressed her
'hO' are your tribe near the Fioldl-
Have you any furs to SELF
None TO sell. was the calm reply, dis
tinctly spoken in passable Morse.
Then what do you at the Ford, and
alone, unless you came to sell or buyl Il
on your way to the village, will row YOU
there in my boat
The Laplander looked up, and the tear:
were in her eyes La Norway there is 6
superstition against sitting with Lapland
er, whose outcast Tribe are at once despisec
as inferior, and dreaded as supernatural
The Laplander knew and felt all this, anc
the unexpected and kindly offer touched
upon her heart. She expressed her thank
fulnesS, and shook her head as she look ed
up into the sunny face of her who. stand
ing in her boat, looked down upon thai
poor Fin"* with an expression Of touch
ing. but warm sadness as though she grieyed
for the oulcast fate Of her race.
Il have nothing to sell, said the "Fin, u
and want to buy nothing Then, after
a pause--I have not been here for two
years; my tribe has been up far north, and
now, when on their way to Drontheim,
yentuIed TO this FiOrd with these gloves,
said she. drawing them from her bosom,
which have made for one to whom owe
the rescue Of my life, even from the water,
two years ago.
Pleasure again lit up the young Norwe.
CLANS countenance, as she exclaimed
oh, l know it, know it all; you ale
the young Laplander, who fell from yondeI
rock, and whom noble Olaf plunged into
the waters for, and saved
Warmly and passionately the young Fin
exclaimed Il am, | am and her dark eyes
Lit up, and the flush Of gratitude came in
warm red blood upon her sombre features.
Two years before, in clambeTing over
these rocks her skin shoes had slipped upon
shelving bank, from whose edge she was
precipitated into the waters beneath. Olaf,
bold young waterman, living near the
Fiord, and who happened to- have been
then, from his boat, casting his fishing mel
upon The waters, saw her fall, and with the
instructive courage Of true manhood, aided
by his skill in swimming, as a child Of the
water, he rescued her. In his boat she
came to consciousness, as his manly form
knelt over her, and from his corn-spiri
flask he poured upon her temples and ap
piled TO her lips, the rude stimulant and re-
storative Of his country. She recovered
with that intense sense Of gratitude which
such an event was sure to beget. She
looked up into his open and gallant fea.
lures, as though some genius of the spot
above the measure of humanity, had been
her deliverer. And she, the poor Lapland
girl, an outcast from Norwegian homes
one with whom the sons of old Norway
would neither sit nor eat-was there tended
by Nor.eman, to whom she was debtor
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