Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1851-05-10
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A TALE OF WYOMING VALLEY.

do YOU see that landscape? said the old
man to me, as We paused upon the edge Of the
mountain road, and looked down into the
Wyoming beneath us. Well. that sroi. calm
and beautiful as it now is, WAS once the scene
of massacre. God help ME! the agohes Of
;hat day almost wiring my heart to think ot
them. even alter tic laps, ol fifty yraIS.
i have Heard ii was fearful IImr, and you
have often promised to tell me the tale Of your
NV II connection with it, Yetif the subject BE-
81 painful to you, dare scarcely make thu
request
No, boy, no. said the old man. sadly; i
will tell it. for the prnmse is of long standing
and feel to-day. as if | could nRrratc that
,r.gcd, with less tmntion than usual. Sii
down on tliis rock md give me moment to
rest :; viii il.,n commence my stury.'
While th. ,la man wiped the prispiration
from lis brow. aud sat tanning himself with
his troad.rimmed summt RI hat. | took the
place pointed out hy him, near his side, and
spcrI the moments tl.al Iapsed hefo,e he be-
gun his narration. in gazing an the l;l,.,scar,
i'cfurc me. sit,ing nn huge boulder, ON the
head 0. mountai,, just where the hill began
o sloi e Gown ii.in tie valley, we commanded
Il view of one of the most unrivaled landscapes
IN the world r" our left rose up the noun
tain. hul,l. rugged and barren. like the back Of
same vast m"ns;er reared against the sky
but ON the right int'rposed to prevent the
view: whose loneliness SO far exceeded my ex-
pecIatinns, that for some minutes gazcd upon
the scene in mute admiration. Beneath me
sIrpachrd the valley, diversified with gently
sloping elevations. and sprinkled with fields Of
golden grain; while here and there a patch
Of woodland, with its dark green hue. lay
slumbt ring on the landscape-;hr surfnce of
the forest ever and anon vary ing TO n lighter
tint as the wind swept over tn" irre tops
Right through the centre of the valley mean
dercd the river, now rolling beIwixt bluff
banks, and now stealing gently among the rich
meadow lands in the distance. until at length
it turned to the left. and striking the foot Of
the far hills, was lost behind the profile of the
mountain before us. In the centre of the
vale was the village. with lis white honscs and
airy church -steeple, smiling over the scene.
Far away on the horrison streached line of
hills, their dark blue summitS half hid by the
clouds which wrnpt them as in aveil of gauze.
No sound came from the valley Occasional
" the twiIter nf bird would be heard through
the surrounding trees. while the low twinkle
of tiny waterfall on the left. kept monoto-
nousy sounding on our ears. The morning
rays of summers sun poured down upon
the landscape, aud every thing around was
bright and gay. and beautiful. was still lost
in admiration at the lnvtln, SIS of the scene.
when the old man signitird his READINGS to
commence the tale.
'ltis now fifty years ago. he begun. since
| came to this country young frontier man,
with hardy constitution. a love Of adventure,
and the reputation Of being the best shot ON
the border; the place was at that time settled
principally by families from Connecticut. and
| even then bore marks of its present luxuIient
cultivation. Many of the families were in good
circumstances, others had seen better days
and altogether the society was more refined
than was usual on the frontier. Among all
the fanatics. however, in the valley, none
| pleased me so much that Of Mr.. Beverly
and # his fir, side circle his second daughter
Kate, was, in MY eyes. tie gem. How shall
! describe her beauty? Lovely. without be-
ing beautiful, with a 81 Il h-hkc loIm, laugh
aS j. y, US as the carlol ef bilG, a step lighter
than that Of a Young fawn in SI'"rt;re play, Il
dsi usiiion So amiable rs to win, irrrsistt;iil
the lovr of all wllo mt er; Kate Beverly Mas
scarcely set terteen, before she Lad host u
admirers. aud might have Won any youth il
the valley. Why it was shat she preferred
me over all Ihe rest. cannot say; perhaps 1
WAS the consciousness of some mysterious
sympathy linking us together, or perhaps il
was that We both came from the same place
in Connecticut. and had been schoolmates in
chiIdhmd--so it was, however,. 1t snnn began
To be- known rhrou9lnu the valley tha, before
nn"Il er season should rlapse, Kate Beverly
wouli b'c"nIr my wife. -...
oh! how happy were those days-t"o hap
pv iud,, d TO las, ! will not dwell upon them
for they fill my soul with agony. Suffice il
Ia say. that while dreaming of bliss such as
mortal never before experienced. the war u
the revolution hrkc out-and, after hard
struggle between my passions and my duty
ihe batter conquered, and joined the army
Kate did NOT attempt to dissuade me from tbs
acl-she rather loved me the more for it
Though her wonan's nature caused her tc
shed tears at my departure, her reason told
her was right, and She hid me God speed.
Heaven bless you. Harry she SAID. 'and
bring this war to speedy conclusion. can
not bid you siny, but pray that the necessi
ty Of your absence may soon cease
Time rolled bv-the American cause was
still doubtful, and the war bid fair to be pro
! tracted into years 1 had to be a captain in
regiment, when received informa,
ZION that the tories and Indians intended ma.
king a descent on the. valley of Wyoming.
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