Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1850-12-05

was drowned. Ordway nearly conceded with
her in opinion. As for Susan, she didn't, and
she wouldn't believe, weak as he was, but that
he knew enough to keep out of the water, or at
! least to rise up after he was dead and float =
What her theory was she never told but
though she felt bad enough, it was not that
choking grief which the certain death of our
friends always brings. The old hunter averred
that there was a mighty spirit by the name of
kinnio, who owned that lake, and who some
times destroyed people who came to his lake
alone. His home was on a mountain in the
middle Of the lake, (now called Mount kinnio)
where he carried his victims, and ate them
half-roasted. And he consoled the mourners
with the assurance that he had no doubt but
they could find some of the young mans bones
the next season, thrown down the mountain !
Young Redfield had been lost, not forgotten,
about two years, when suiter, every way pre-
possessing, presented himself at the g brick
house, and in the most proper way possible,
Offered his hand and heart to Susan. To the
young man besought her parents to intercede
for him. They did so, and TO no purpose. He
then sought the aid of the widow Redfeld, and
she had talk with Miss Susan. To her sur
prise, the girl would talk of nothing but her
son Daniel, his habits, his ability to swim, his
power to take care of himself To her own
amo1pmpnt noSItiye Susan didn I and rouldn Z
believe he was dead or ever had been. The
widow almost forgot her errand and went home,
blaming herself for indulging hopes on the
whim of a spoiled child. But she went to
work in right good earnest to find Capeeno, an
Indian who sometimes came in those parts.-
After great search Capeeno was found, and
told that Miss Susan wanted TO see him very
much
Capeeno was a Canadian Indian, of the Lo-
rette tribe, and though his people were in the
service of the British, and were fighting against
the Americans, yet he had remained in the
forests of Maine, and had not taken up the
Ratchet on either side. He had received many
kindncsses at the brick house. and little so
sa' was great favorite with him He went
10 her, and long was their secret talk. Every
day, for three days, did he come and sit and
smoke, and listen to the persuasions of the
'eotle squaw' At last he seemed to come to
her views, for, on receiving the best blanket
from her own bed, pillow-case full of flour,
new knife, a huge pouch of tobacco, flask OF
powder and a strip of lead, which the naughty
girl pulled from the roof of the house with her
own hands, he left, struck into the woods, and
was seen no more. The next storm that came,
told that the lead was gone, but where gone,
none knew. Who could steal it,
Just at the close of asuItry summer day, two
officers were walking arm-in-arm on the heights
of Quebec, discussing the news Of the late vic
tory which Washington had obtained in New
Jersey. They were amusing themselves at the
whipping he was about TO receive, evidently
greatly mortified that the boot had been on the
wrong foot of late.
What would you give me for his neck,
said one, 'should Lord Howe catch him!'
Just as much as Iwould for the necks of all
said the other.
Howe thought he had the ragged army OF
Washington, once so hemmed in, that he
could not escape, but in the morning he was
not there; the theatre had spectators, but nc
actors
'Fut non igaobifs Argis
Or cretiebus 'ndencS audire hagGdos,'
as Virgil says, though I've forgotten the whole
quotation, replied the other.
with your honor's leave, said a vcicc
near by,
Fdta baud ignobibs Argis,
Or. &c Crcdcbdt miros Gud1re Tragedies,
IN rdc,lo IGtus SCISSOR pldusorgue theatres
as Horace, not Virgil says
who are your
Il am your honors humble servant
oh my young friend, the prisoner whom
begged out of the hospital, and gave him unu
sual privileges, even when he won't give u:
his word that he won't run away if he can =
/ Well. stand corrected as to my quotation anc
my author, though | should never expect
backwoodsman to be able to quote the classics
But why have you so long refused to Civ,
your word, and be treated as prisoner o
warl'
Because, sir, | am not prisoner of war
| was captured far from the seat of war,
peaceful citizen, by your hired Indians, a
Moosehead Lake
I'VE will not dispute about that. While
feel sorry for you, shall take care that you d.
not get away
you have inst acknowledged, sir, that w
it.
The officers looked at each other and passe,
on. The young man was left alone. He wa
pale, sad and evidently in poor health. From
the lofty heights of Quebec, at sundown bea
of the drum, he cast his eyes down on the glo
rious St Lawrence, and then turned eastward
and sent his thoughts thick and fast through tn
almost interminable forests that lay in that di
rection He had left the parade ground, an
was making his way to the prison yard, whe
a hand beckoned him behind an angle Of tn
wall
Me want see YOU
Who are your! 1t is so dark | cannot Sc