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tached streamlets Immediately below these
rocks unite, and pour down precipice of
nearly two hundred feet, dashing into one
of the widest chasms we ever beheld-a
broad river of snowy waves--and the whole
basin below with spray and smoking mist.
"Do you see," said the old chief as we
stood on the side of the gulf, "yonder ca
vern?" pointing to recess which had beeA
washed by the stream before a new channel
had been worn to the left of it; 81 will tell
you about that place. In the old time, long
before the step of the white man had been
seen in this country, friendly tribe Of In
dians pitched their tents on this mountain.
The chiefhad rendered himself celebrated
in the wars which used to be waged against
the Creeks. He was happy in the evening
Of his days in an only son, who bid fair,
from his courage and daring, to rival his
father in the affections of the tribe. When
the little Woonega was abont ten years old,
the Creeks had invaded the tents of his fa-
theirs people. They were defeated and run
off. In their haste they left behind little
white boy ofthe same age of Woonega, and
whom they had evidently taken prisoner
from one of the lower Carolina settlements
The old chief resolved to make him the
companion Of his son, and to this end sdop-
ted him into his family, and gave him the
name Of Yalloo, signifying the red and white
leaves in autumn. AS the boys grew up,
their affections twined around each other
They hunted the wild deer together, and
were scarcely ever apart.
"In progress of time, Woonega became
enamored with the daughter of neighbor-
ing chief, the Rising Fawn. Her father
lived far north on the mountain, and her
name is now hvingin connexion with spot
in Dade county, Georgia.
"To hunt in the neiehborhood Of the old
chief. the father of Rising Fawn came with
his family and warriors. They pitched their
tents by Blue Pond, and there Woonega saw
the lovely maid.
"Yalloo had become thoroughly aquain.
ted with the language snd customs Of the
fndisns, and was, Of course, the confident
of Woonega. He became himself victim
to the charms ofthe Rising Fawn.
"The time was approaching when the
; nuptials of Woonega and. the Rising Fawn
were Rising Fawn were TO be celebrated.
The Rising Fawn was to be carried on an
arbor of Flowers, accompanied by maidens
and young men to the tent of her lover, and
there he was to receive her in a tent lined
with the soft skins of the game he had him
self hnnted and killed.
"Woonegs had gone far into tho mountain
in search Of spotted fawn, on whose skin
the feet of his affianced bride were to rest.
He reached the edge of the river, and stop.
ped to rest on the highest point Of the rocky
wall which rose up from it. Far in the
south the blue ridges Of the Talladega noun
tains rose against the sky. At his feet the
foam ofthe falls boiled as in a great caul-
dron. The sun was pouring long golden
streams throug the forests, end train Of
wild geese were seeking their homes with
hoarse screams towards the north. Sud-
denly two forms were seen moving in the
mists Of evening in yonder cavern. How
the heart Of Woonega trobbed against his
sturdy breast-how his head reeled-as,
clssped in each others arms, he beheld Yal-
loo, his trescherous friend, and still more
treacherous bride! The first impulse was
to bury an arrow in the breasts which
leaned upon each other in union which
seemed te make them one. Leaning anx-
iously forwards, he loosened rock, and
was nearly precipated into the roaring cat.
arsct beneath him.. The detached rock
went bounding from point TO point below,
and startled. the now wretchsd lovers from
their dream Of security. Rising in alarm,
they saw the injured and almost mad Woo
ega before them. Pouring from his eye
the most indignant flashes. he looked alter
nately from one to the other. Now rage
seemed to seize upon bis soul-now love 10
soften anger. 'Whsn,' at last cried he with
checked u,terance, soil, white man did l
break my faith with thee? You have said
there is aGreatSpirit who looks with pleas
ure upon good, and frowns upon evil. Let
Him jndge between us. My people love to
say, We never shed the white mans blood !:
dor will J.. Many long years made you my
brother. Col you love one another. May
the Great Spirit make you happy! I turn
my back upon. You. Igoto the setting sun.
When you see him set, think of Woonega.
He goes down like the setting. sun. Re-
member the, Indian loves mercy Saying
this ha houndad awav and had vanished