Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1851-08-28
An Indian Story.

Beyond the meadow, so justly remarKa-
Bile, on the side of the wood-covered hill
lies a large rock, brown, moss-clad, and
lightning scared. and it, too, has page of
interest. An Indian woman, lurking be-
hind it while the whites were burning the
village and staying her people, was seen by
one of the invaders, who Immediately lev
eled his rifle and shot the poor creature
dead, under the impression, it is said, that
he was firing at one Of the warriors. The
Indian woman had child in her arms, and
the horror stricken murderer, as some
atonement for what he had done, after
burying the mother at the foot of the rock,
carried the child, SO strangely baptized in
blood, 10 the settlements.
If this event were not well authenticated,
should doubt its truthfulness. 1t is well
known that when the Mac.a. chez villages
we're destroyed, the Indians received warn
ing of the enemy's near approach and fled.
Now, what was this poor woman doing with
her boy so near the scene of disaster, while
her protectors were far away? sometimes
imagine causes for such strange womanly
conduct | see her stealing back to her
ruined home in search perhaps of a missing
husband, or old bed-ridden father, or in
heart-aching search for lost child, that
she feared the heartIess whites might find
and bear away. Let the cause have been
what it may, the poor sufferer sleeps quietly
where the sassafras and elm wave above
her their delicate and graceful limbs.
The history of the Indian boy is as wild
as his adopting was strange. lie was taken
into the family of the destroyer of his moth
er, and treated as member. He grew up
true Indian, scornng work, silent and
maynard, but eminently handsome and
graceful. He had for a playmate, young
daughter Of his new parent, and they passed
their childhood roaming over hill and dale
in search of flowers and fruit They we're
sent to school, and, although he was seldom
seen inside the schoo-room, as they gener-
ally parted when in sight of the log house,
he to hunt or fish all day, she to study-yet,
when evening came and the maiden wendell
her way home, in some wood or glen by
the path, she would see his tall dark form
standing erect in the gloom of the evening,
waiting to guard her home. II knowl-
edge of this truant disposition reached his
adopted father, it was not from her-she
loved him too well to see him beaten.
Reared thus, is it to be wondered at that
the pretty girl and her Indian companion
should love each other The rosy-cheeked,
dark-eyed daughter Of the old captain, in
time was much admired and had many
suitors, but turned to her first love. But
at last wooer came, possessed of more
wealth and higher standing, and sad con.
1ct began in the little heart between love
and pride. This sounds strange, but il
those days Indians were looked upon as We
look on negroes, and to marry SO much be
meath her, to be gazed at as one degraded
and outcast, startled the poor girl. I d.
not know whether natures own plead hi
cause or not. like to think he did not
| see him gliding away through the still
woods to commune alone, leaving love t.
urge his suit. Pride proved the victor. Tn
wealthy sutton was accepted On the da
, of the wedding the Indian was absent TIL
| younger portion of the company tested a
his expense for his secret had becom
known. The night passed on and in tn
morning the agonzed parents were calle'
upon to find their daughter and HUSBAND
murdered, and the Indian gone, none knew
, whittier, nor was he ever heard of after
The slayer of a mother wept over his mur
dered child, for the disappointed lover, tn
avenger, had done his work and passe'
away" fatal as the tightening, silent a
the night, From a letter in the LouiSUiA
, (Ky.) JOurnaL
A RAILROAD THROUGH THE ARABIA
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