Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1850-02-07

s'eeP'e, smiilnS over The scene. Far
awayon the horizon stretched a line of
hills, their dark blue SUBMITS, half hid
by the clouds, which wrapped them as
in veil of gauze. No sound came up
from the valley. Occasionally the
twitter of bire would he heard from
the surrounding trees--while the low
tinkle of tiny waterfall on our left
kept monotonously sounding in our
ears. The morning rays of a summers
sun poured down upon the landscape,
and every thing around was bright, and
gay. and beautiful. l was still lost in
admiration al the loveliness of the
scene, when the old man signified his
readiness to commence his tale.
"lt is now fifty years ago. he began
since ! came to this valley a young
frontier.man, with hardy constitution.
love Of adventure, and the reputation
of being the bes, shot on the border
the place was at tha, time, settled prin.
ciPally by families from Connecticut,
and then bore traces Of its present lux.
uriant cultivation. Many of the fami-
lies were in good circumstances, others
had seen better days--and altogether
the society was more refined than usual
on the frontier. Among all the fami,
lies, however in the valley. none pleas.
ed me so much as that of Mr.. Beverly
and, of his freside circle, his second
daughter, Kate, was, in my eyes, the
gem. How shall describe her beauty
Lovely, without being beautiful, with a
sylph.like form, laugh as Joyous as
the carol of bird, a step lighter than
that of young fawn in sporlive play,
and disposition so aimiab!e as TO win
irresis,ibly, the love of all who met her.
Kate Beverly was scarcely seventeen
before she had host of admirers, and
might hove won any youth lin the val
ley. Why it was that she preferred me
over all the rest, | cannot say: perhaps
it was the consciousness of some mys.
terious,sympathy linking US both .ogeth.
er, or perhaps it was that we both
came from the same town in Connecti
cut, and had been schoolmates in child
hood--so it was, howevever. 1t soor
began 10 be known throughout the
valley lha, before another season shoulc
elapse, Kate Beverly would become
my wife
oh! how happy were those days
too happy, indeed to last. l will no
dwell upon them, for they fill my sou
with agny. Suffice it to say, that while
dreaming of bliss such as mortal neve
before experienced. the war of tht
revolution broke oui-and after har,
struggle between my passion and m.
duty, the latter conquered, and l joinec
the army. Kate did not altemp, 10 dis
suade me from the acl--she rathe
loved me the more for il. Though he
woman nature caused her 10 shed tear
at my departure, her reason told her
was right, and she bid me God speed.
Heaven bless you, Harry, Ishe SAT-
and bring this unnatural war 10 col
cIusion. cannot bid you stay, but
} pray that the necessity for your al
sence may soon cease
, Time rolled blythe American eau;
was still doubtful, and the war bid ia
, to be protracted into years.
! Il had risen 10 be captain in the
: regiment, when | received informatic
I that the tories and Indians intende
D making descent on The valley Of Il
. Wyoming. know the unProlect'
e situation of my adopted district, and
: trembed for the lives of those he
o most dear. At first | discredited Il
o rumor--chance, however, threw in n
$, way an opportunity of ascertaining 4
e reality of the reported descent, ane
e became convinced that not nome
h was to be lost if | would save the liv
d of those loved at home. My dets
n; mination was at once taken-l solicit
/, for leave of absence--it was refuse
q. | then resigned my commission, and I
Of forth to Wyoming.
a Il never shall forge, my emo,ic
,e when drew near that ill.fated pla
of il was on the very day of the Mas
W cre-and the first in,imation | had
W the calamity was the mangled body
W one of the inhabitants. whom