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 shoult
be master of the whole Mississippi tor
ritory.'
"Ihen never speak to me again o
love- :etorted Lucy Dean, bitterly.
every well,' answered the other
sadly. And now listen to my fixed re
so!ution.---I snall never harm you, o
suffer you to be harmed; but I cannot
will not live without the light of you
sweet face. You have Lydia. The,
shall attend you always, and you shall
go with my army. You shalt be in hear
ing of my battles. shall see 20,
every day, but will never speak to 20,
moreno, not one syllable---unless yo,
get on your knees and pray to me a.
God. Thus we two live in. strange
and terrible wedlock; and when you die
I will die also; and We shall be buried
in the same grave. And the chie4
called the savage guard, who bore of
Lucy to her apartment.
Wcatherford was true to his fearful
promise. The wrctched 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 clangor, kept by
her unchanging guard; and still, every
day the great chief would feast his eyes
with melancholy gaze on her fading
beauty, and yet never addressed her
again!
Never did the sun Of sixty centuries
shine on brayer soldiers than tie Creek
Indians; and ncverWere brave men led
to battle by q more consurnate general
than Weatherford. But natGre,s he.
roism was forced at last u to yield to
equal courage, aided by the magic Of
tactics. :, 8 n: 81 y sa5
,5,9a, 9. '5s 5s,.s| morning 81. 8 &. eatb . q
sia,'}a aith lis S ehtro tire feree, assault Vic
lines Of Weatherfor,l, cntrenchcd in q
bend of Tallapoosa, called, from its
singular shopes the Horse 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 impenctrablc sea
of rolling smoke surmounted by pillars
Of soaring fire. During the obstinate
engagement, the Cherokee allies of the
Americans had swum the river, kindled
the dry huts, and cut off all chance of
retreat. From the first moment Of the
attack, foremost amongst the selEap.
pointed 'forlorn hope who assembled
the pcrilous wall, was the accomplished
Major General Montgomery of Virgin.
a--(the 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 fyiug
wildly forwards. She was so pale, and
her features were 50 distorted by terror,
that he did not know her until she sunk
talntinS into his arms.
"Oh, Lucy! my own Lucy!!' was all
tie astonished officer could murmur,
kissing her clay-cold cheeks. Then
came quick flash and q sharp roar,
and Major Montgomery lay on the
ground corpse. Wcathcrtord, in pas
sing, holly pursued by score of Cher
okecs, had fired pistol at Lucy Dean,
which took effect in the heart of her
chosen love.
The Creek chief himself appeared tc
bear charmed life. Without wound
amidst ali the carnage, he distanced
the swiftest 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 Weathcrford
fought at the storming of his lines, and
heard him exclaim in tones of terrible
despair: Goods curse be on England
etcnally, for the death Of my nationr
NoTE.-Lucy Dean resides in the town o
Montgomery, AlaBama, and is the wife of
respectable merchant, and mother Of seycra
promising children,
DOMESTIC ESDEARMENTs~-.I hold
it indeed to be sure sign of mine
not poised as it ought to be, if it be
insenslblc to the pleasure Of home, tt
the little joys and endcarments of {
family, to the affection of relations, t
the fidelity of domestics. Next to be
ing we'll with his own conscience, tn,
friendship and attachment Of man !
family and dependants seems to mo on.
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
| though he may now and then FORGET II