Hannibal journal. (Hannibal, Mo.) 1852-1853, 1852-03-11
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Weary and sfatigued, how gledly did poor
Emma lay herself 9ponthe pallet ok sirsw which
the friendly sq,Iaw had prepared for her, and
sweetly did she sleep that night, for she dream
ed of her home and her Henry. 1t was late,
the next morning, when she awOke and. found
her darling babe still asleep upon her arm. The
old squaw brought her some fresh milk and the
best she had to eat, which greatly refreshed her,
and hg physical strength was soon restored by
the kindness she received in the old chiefs wig
gam. ....-
Soon after she arose, the old chief (who was
known by the name Of " Big Thunder" because
Of his eloquence and great influence in their
te0ssleilsS eHfcsvd, aES glAping ssyiRs 0e Esz-
pun around her neck. and giving her his pipe
to smoke, he told her, in broken English, that
she should not be harmed, and that the g White
Fawn must be taken care OF because the Great
Spirit had sent her to him for the little one he
had lost.
"She is prettier too" he said, than little
Iniun, and shall be called the White Fawn, be-
cause she is to be the daughter of the great and
mighty Big Thunder s'"-' 4
| Il was great consolation to poor Emma TO
be treated kindly, and to see that her child had
won, in its innocent beauty, upon the heart of
the chief, and could but hope that her life was
spared to see happier days, and yet be restored
to her beloved husband. 1t was but a faint hope
yet it helped to cheer her on in her lonely ex-
listence. Day after day she witnessed the grow
ing beauty Of her child, and would sit, by the
hour, and endeavor to trace in its lineaments a
resemblance to the husband of her hearts idola-
TRY.
Perfect happiness" thought she, "cannot
exist in this world. ! made an idol of my own
Henry, and was idolized. Our all was laid
at an earthly shrine, and can it be that we were
punished because we loved too well? God Of
Mercy, no! it cannot be that the holiest and pu-
rest Of natures ties could be too deep anC
too devoted - Oh! from my inmost hear
| have ever felt the beauty Of the marriag,
vow; its purity and truth. Thy word ha.
taught it, and holy instinct confirms it."
Time rolled on, and the red men, tired Of keep
ling up continual warfare against the whites
remained for while passive, amusing them
selves with their wild fantastic sports, and will
hunting and fishing, while the squaws were lief
at home, to perform the menial labors Of life.-
Nearly five years had passed away, and tn
White Fawn had grown TO he sturdy, hale lit
tie Indian girl, in appearance, and in her prett
dress Of deer skin, ornamented with beads an
: porcupine quilts, and her belt of wampum, an
head gear Of white feathers, she looked like
miniature Indian queen, as she really was con
sidered by all in the camp. She was too youn
to comprehend her situation, and all to he
seemed bright and beautiful Thus she grey
happy and more happy every day. In the hap
) piness of her child poor Emma tried to see
G consolation. But the thought that by ignoranc
4 alone she could continue happy, and that sh
: must dwell forever in the deep forest with Ii
}, Idians only, almost drove her to distraction
$ Then she would commit herself TO the Almight
e Ruler of the universe, and trust that throue
His providence they would be rescued befol
y her child had attained to years Of maturity
y But poor Emmal even her prosperity was n
n secure, for she trembled when she thoug
e of Big Inun, who had resigned her, with !
= little displeasure, to his chief and had repeate
e ly asked her for his wife. For a long time
J.! had been absent, and she began once more
y feel free from that terror which his presence
1t the camp always created. 1t was her custc
is to wander forth for hours at time, and COZ
SO mune with Nature and Natures God. T
d. vast wilderness her sacred temple was. IT
ID forest birds and zephyr's breeze combined
at chant with her Jehovah's praise. And tre'
SO and birds, and flowers were all she had to We
he ship with at NATURES holy shrine. Do
g The hollow glen its pure response would give,
~ U And purling brooks in silvery tones reply;
~ While songs and prise Of every thing that lived,
al Were borne by seraphs upwsrd TO the sky.
re In one Of these wild and solitary comm
nd nings with Nature, seated in the vast fore
q and overcome by the deep sorrow of her deN
Le, ted heart, she at last fell victim to him who
nd all others she mostly feared; for her form
captor, Big Iniun, had determined, in his en-
his nomed heart, to have the prize he so cage
be had claimed, and knowing that it would be
all possible to get her from his chief, against
INmkmill, he had absented himselk HsR q
kls lulling them all into fatal -
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