The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1850-08-13

the Dush whereon II grows snail remain
untrampled and untouched. "
From whence" said Clara, "is the
storm that darkens the spirit Of Philip
Let him sit with us in the house unill
the winds are gone over"
Never, never again, said Philip,
e shall my feet cross the Threshold of a
white man. Sit beneath your roof, and
the tempest shall pass by and harm YOU
not but wo, wo for the soul that cross
es the path of Philip, in field or in forest 7!
My soul is burning up with wrath The
fires Of vengeance must blaze abroad
over all the land, or else Philip will be
CONSUMED. will tower alof-a king
or else be stretched on the earth, COY err
ed with moss, trampled by wild beasts,
forever Massasol's son will not lie
down in ccrner and die-the last ,rem-
bling fawn of his race. Spirits from the
decr-haunted hill, spirits from every sheet
and stream of water, call aloud upon
Philip: if he falter step, if he tarry an
hour, they will desert and curse him
| The pale faces shall shivcr and scatter
like the leaves of the forest when whirl.
winds sweep through them. Philip may
die; but the white man shalt remember
forever the day Of his wrath.
The whole soul Of the chellan was
stirred TO its proioundest depths. lie
betrayed an emotion so nearly passing
beyond the Indian notions Of dignity and
decorum, that the Wild Rose, " as
Philip had long since named Clara, turn-
cd pale with fear and astonishment. He
at once perceived that his passion had
too much mastered him, and especially
in the presence of female, to whom he
had only intended topromise protection,
and in an instant his counienance re-
turned TO its usual serenity and compo,
sure.
Let the Wild Rose hear" said he,
" and Philip will speak another word
Many time have Philip and his broth
ers come to fish on this lake, aud to hunt
the deer and the heron in the neghbor
ing woods. SO did his fathers before
ever white man saw these waters, and
they were happy. Philip ard his nation
are happy no more. The day of ven
.. is sworn. In yonder house, Philip ant
| his brothers always found home, ant
the red man forgets not kindness. lie
p the Wild Rose hear one thing more. The
murdered sister of Philip left him a chill,
that he dearly loves. She and the WILD
Rose should grow up together for lheil
years are alike, and each will love tht
other. ONINA will gather for the pale
face the sweetest flowers Of the woods
she will bring for her the plant and til,
root that cure; she will row the cano,
with her over the sleeping waves, ant
she will sit by her side when sickness
rests heavily upon her. Let Onna liv'
and die with the Wild Rose of the LAX,
= Philip asks no more"
Clara, at first greatly surprised Al mn
request and at the sudden tenderness
' which had come over the spirit of th,
, Indian, saw that, at such juncture, bu
= one course was al all proper, and re-
i Piled
> Philip says well. Let the nader
, come. My home shall be hers, aud w
will be sisters.
Presently, at signal Of the sachem
; boat, hitherto unseen by Clara, drew
up TO the shore, and an Indian girl, o
> dark eyes and shining black hair tha
flowed carelessy, yet with much grace
down her shoulders, stepped ashore ant
returned the greeting OF the white maid
en-. Her cheeks were Of brown hue
yet their beautiful form, together will
her dark eyebrows and lips OF the mos
, lovely expression, made striking ant
> agreeable countenance. Nor was the
comeIness of her figure less distinctly
marked and memorable. Every thing
outward was indeed pleasing, yet chiefly
so by reason of the gentle spirit within
which hallowed aud ethereaized all and
to which all plainly referred
Philip gazed for an instant on the Two,
beyond doubt with much qualification,
yet his looks betrayed no emotion, and
with hasiy adieu he vanished in the
mist and left them to return alone to the
house of Colonel Woodsille. Twenty
four hours had not elapsed, when dis
tant town was III flames aud scores of its
Inhabitants lay bleeding on the ground.
The terrible spirit of the war, who trav-
ersed the land with eagle swillness, was
there to shed the first drop of hostile
blood, and to dance in triumph about
the smoking ruins.
TO be continued.
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