The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1851-08-06

Inc hawks talons are sharp! The eagl
he drives from the heavens, and slays tn
proud king Of birds with his beak. INCA
hath fallen. The arrow Of his foe hatl
drank his blood. IL The grass is red wher
he lieth. The Moheagans are become on
slaves-they are as the Pequots. To-mor
row we will go forth to bring them in L
our camp, that they may do the work o
women. The warrior who lays at my fee
the head Of the young eagle, shall hav'
the daughter of Miantonimoh to wife!'' !
At this announcement, score of younf
braves exultingly cast their spears from
their hands into the air, and catching then
as they descended, struck them together
with warlike sound and shouts Of def
ance. ' hSs5 '- r. ~ W.
"Nelepe! Death to Onecho! Ho, Mel
epe!' cried Otash, a ferocious and ill-look
ing savage who aspired to the hand of the
princess of his tribe. "Ho, no. We will
strip this gray gosling of his plumes!" and
this amiable individual brandished his
tomahawk, gnashed his teeth and capered
with the quintessence of delight, in antici-
patton Of the delectable pastime he prom
ised himsef when he should get the picking
Of this bird. ~ z '-''o'e :
All at once, Nelepe, with dishevelled
tresses rushed from her lodge and threw
herself upon her fathers neck.
Daughter, WHAT" he sternly demanded.
"Spare! spare!'
"Whom?" he asked, fixing his glowing
eyes upon her as if we would kill her with
a look. . .f...s,,..tll se
"Onecho!" was the half audible re-
sponse.
"Peace, girl! He is thy iather's foe and
should be thine, the cub Of a vicious bear,
that would tear my vitals with his claws
and thenlap upmy blood. Speak Onecho's
name more, and were thou a thousand
times my daughter, will with my own
hand slay thee. Hence, woman!''ai fle
He flung her from him with violence,
and fell. He looked after her for mo-
ment, as she rose and tottered towards the
lodge; and then as if a suspicion Of her
good faith had entered his mind, he turn
ed to his warriors and said di S. af3o
"We will not delay, lest there be spies
among us, who will notify the Moheagans
of our intentions. In one hour the moon
will be up. Be ready then to march
Death to the Moheagans."
"Death to Onecho! Nelepe forever!"
were the answering shouts Of the younger
warriors as they dispersed to dance their
wild war dance in the adjacent groves,
and to prepare their weapons for the con-
templated enterprise; while the older war
riers and chiefs followed Miantonimoh to
the council lodge, where he talked over
with them more fully, the plans Of the ex-
pedition. .t se33 tsalu
They were in the midst Of their deliber-
ations, when messenger from Uncas was
selA FA
e A deep murmur of surprise and hostility
run through the assembly. M
"Admit the Moheagan, y said Miantoni-
moh, haughtily.
A tall, slender and sinewy Indian run
ner, armed with light spear, bow and
CULVER; buffalo's hide gathered about his
person; with bold demeanor and fearless
eye, stalked into their midst. He met,
and fiercely flung back the dark glances
which flashed upon him from every side,
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.Thv business Moheaoanq,, deuanded
r;sing and sneaL;ng with
starnsss
"Iincas sacbem of ths Mobaaoans da.
rands of Miantonimoh the Narrapansett
the assassin who last evening atiempted
h;s I ,;cs wo,,ndad hin, in Tho asn, |"
'1 The me- sachsm started at This E ;ntimat;on M
,ho, liz IL. . .;saI a.,i l;asd. h.. ha s,,nnrassed
ua' nis .lsAi SUI ii.St ~ no esSeu
his emotion and said hercely: :,
l"Who is Uncas, that sends such words
to Miantonimoh? Is the Narrapansett. q