Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-10-22

"And he raised his hand to plunge his
scalping knife into his bosom, but ere it
fell the weapon was wrested from his
grasp.
"When Hah-pon, the mother Of Now
cen, saw what was done, she shrieked not,
nor wept, but tremor shook her frame,
and her eyes cleaned from their pale sock
cts with the lustre of madness as in
hoarse unearthly whisper she addressed
her son, 'Son of Wa-lal-lah, rise.'
"Her command was obeyed.
"'Son of Wal-lal-lah, listen to thy moth
er's voice, for thy vengeful spirit has de-
stroyed her peace. The light Of her eyes
is gone, wrenched from her by thy muir
derous hand. The Great Spirit is angry
with thy people; thy wicked passions has
displsased him. Thou hast broken the
covenant which thy fathers kept, and hast
brought ruin on thy cation. Thou should'st
have been thy nations preserver, but thou
art her destroyer. Then listen, son of
IWal-lal-lah, to Hah-pon's curse, for the
Ian Of HaA,pon shall be upon thee. Thou
hast murdered thy whole nation. They
all shall die, and their hunting grounds be
desolate. They shall go to the hunting
ground where their fathers are; other
tribes shall own their wigwams, but they
shall not behold it. Thou, only thou,
shall live to see the ruin which thou hast
wrought.
"'Full sixty time six score moons shall
wax and wane, and thou shalt be wan
derer on the Ka-ma-was' soil, once thine
own, but thine no longer. Thou shalt
seek rest, but sleep shall fly from thee
Thy bow shall not speed thy arrow to the
mark, and thou shalt hunger because thy
culver shall fail thee. Famine shall fol-
low thee, and thirst shall be thy compan-
ion. Oh. thou shalt long to die, but the
Great Spirit shall not hear thy prayer
Thou shalt hover over the graves of thy
people, hut thou shalt not lay thyself down
until the time of Hah-pon's curse be ended
Once each moon as the full orb ascends
the meridian, shalt thou hear soft strains
of sweet music waited from the balmy
shores of the spirit land, where thy people
dwell, and its sounds shall gil the, with
remorse for thy crime, and thy shrek OF
anguish shall be heard on the stiffness of
the night, and thy cry reach above the
. howlings of the storm. Hah pom has spo-
ken, and now will she follow Wi no nj to
tie spirit land.
"Son of the pale face, see'st thou that
high ledge of rocks on yonder steep, above
the mill where the white man grinds his
corn? Thither the mother of Mor-een
fled, and with a wild shrek, sprang high
in the air and fell bleeding and lifeless on
the sharp crag below.
"The curs' of Hah.pon was fulfilled; the
IA ma. was dwindled away and died.
Their enemies we're successful against
them, and the young braves fell in battle;
consumption fixed itself upon the aged
and the young, and the enchanted water
saved them not, but hurried them to the
graves
"And Now cen stood, alone, the last Of
his race.
Gle laid his mothers body in the bu-
rial ground of his tribe, far up, on the
high summit of the Cin,ta gah or Gray
Name, by the latter tribes and the pale
, face known as the Allegheny.
"And since that day, the curse Of Hah
pom has been working we'll.
"Mow.een has seen his hunting ground
in the hands of his enemies. He has been
stranger in his own land. Desolate and
lone, in summers heat and winters cold
has he wandered, invisible, yet always
feeling, over the homes Of his fathers
Famishing with hunger, and faint, has he
sped his arrow at the passing deer, or the
, fleet pheasant, but his bow string always
snapped, and his arrow failed its aim
? Sick, and ready to fall with weakness, his
3 pride has given way, and he has asked in
! piteous accents for food at the Indians
! wigwam or the white mans door, but they
saw him not, and his tremulous voice was
taken for the mournful meanings Of the
wind. Parched with burning thirst, he
has sought to sip the limped water, but il
fed from his approach. Weary and rest
less has he lain down in the cool shade,
but the murdered Wi.no.na was before
him, and he saw the mangled corpse Of
, Hah.pon, and he could not sleep. The
white man hears at the full moon, on the
= Bald Summit of the Allegheny ,shrieks OF
. the stiffness of the summers eve, or borne
along upon the wintry blast. IT'S the cry
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