The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1850-02-13
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your conscience answer! But for m,
foolish reliance on your word, I should
be master of the whole Mississippi ter
ritory.'
"1'hen never speak to me again o
love- :etorted Lucy Dean, bitterly.
every well,' answered the other
sadly. And now listen TO my fixed re
soution.----I snail never harm you, 0,
suffer you to be harmed; hnt 7 cannot
will not live without the light of your
sweet face. You have Lydia. They
shall attend you always, and you shall
60 with my army. You shalt be in hear
ing Of my battles. I shall see yor
every day, but will never speak to you
morc---no, not one syllable---unless you
get on your knees and pray to me as
God. Thus we two live in strange
and terrible wcdlock; and when you die
I will die also; and we shall be buried
in the same grave. And the chief
called the savage guard, who bore of
Lucy to her apartment.
Wcatherford was true to his fearful
promise. The wretched girl was in the
rear during every succeeding engage
ment, and was carried away by her
dusky attendants in the van of every
fight. How awful must have been her
emotion amidst the horrors Of dozen
combats. At all these, Lucy Dean
was in hearing of the Changer, kept by
her unchanging guard; and still, every
day the great chief would feast his eyes
with mclancholly y gaze on her fading
beauty, and yet never addressed her
again!
Never did the sun Of sixty centuries
shine on braver soldiers than The Creek
Indians; and ncverwere brave men led
to battle by more consumate general
than Weatherford. But natures he.
roism was forced at last to yield to
equal courage, aided By the magic Of
tactics. :. n ss.i
On the morningofst es,t Of
With Ills entire Force, o assault 'iiAo
lines of Wcathcrfor'a, cntrenched in a
bend of Tallapoosa, called, from its
singular shope the 'Iiorse Shoe AS
the position in front was stormcd, the
Indians turned for shelter to their
town, in the rear. But 10 no town
was visible..-only an impcnctrablc sea
of rolling smoke surmounted by pillars
of soaring fire. During the obstinate
engagement, the Cherokee allies Of the
Americans had swum the river, kindlcd
the dry huts, and cut off all chance of
retreat. From the first moment of the
attack, foremost amongst the sclfap-
pointed 'forlorn hope who assembled
the pcrilous wall, was the accomplished
Major General Montgomery Of Virgin
ia Ohe capital of Alabama speaks his
name to all time. ).---After the route,
his humanity urged him to rush through
the blazing village, to rescue from the
flames the women and children. Sud.
denly he met an American girl nyiug
wildly forwards. She was so pale, and
her features we're 50 distorted by terror,
that he did not know her until she sunk
fain,ing into his arms.
"Oh, Lucy! my own Lucy!!' was all
tic astonished officer could murmur,
kissing her clay-cold cheeks. Then
came quick fash and a sharp roar,
and Major Montgomery lay on the
ground corpse. Wcathcriord, in pas
sing, hotly pursued by score Of Cher.
okccs, had fired pistol at Lucy Dean,
which took effect in the heart of her
chosen love.
The Creek chief himself appeared to
bear charmed life. Without wound
amidst ali the carnage, he distanccd
the swiitcst racers, and plunging into
the river, through rain Of Kissing bul
lets, escaped to the farther shore, and
was lost in the lofty forest. My infor
mant near the point where Weathcriord
fought at the stormiug Of his lines, and
heard him exclaim in tones of terrible
despair: Gods curse be on England
eternalIy, for the death of my nationr
NOTE Lucy Dean resides IN the town o.
Montgomery, AaBama, and is the wlfc of a
respectable merchant, and mother OF scvcra
promising children,
DOMESTIC ENDEARMENTs-.-.I hold
it indeed to be sure sign of mine
not poised as it ought to be, if it be
insensible to the pleasure Of home, tt
the little joys and endcarments of ;
family, to the affection of relations, K
the fidelity of domcstics. Next to be
ing well with his own conscience, the
friendship and attachment Of man ).
family and dopendants seems to nae ont
Of the most comfortable circumstance
of his lot. His situation, with regart
to either, forms that sort of bosom com
fort or disquiet that sticks close to hin
at all times and seasons, and which
thouuh he NAV now and then forget it