Southern reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1851-185?, 1852-12-01
A RACE FOI2 LIVE.
A Story Of.the Early Settlement of
NEW YORK.

We located ID miles from the farthest pion
Ger. The woods were around US, the tai
trees and the picturesque mountains.
We had opened a space in the forest and
cabin Of the good old time afforded US shelter
It looked new and comfortable, and its cnim
ney smoke curled gracefully up and vanished
with the shadows Of the forest. The black
ened heaps smoked and cracked, and deep il
those wildwood solitudes the wilderness bios
somed and smiled in the presence Of yellow
harvests A happy home was there. Tn,
birds sang at earliest morn, and the deeI
river near the door murmured sweetly at night
fall. There were gentle whisperings in the
old trees. As they bowed their heads in the
winds, a holy anthem foated from the vasi
temples where nature breathes fresh and pure
from the hand of God The wild flowers
bloomed even by the very door sill, and the
deer stopped in the forest to gaze upon the
smoke of the chimney top.
Twas a beautiful home in the old wilder
ness.
The spring brought US neighbors.-'Twas
great day when settler came in and
purchased land across the river. lie re-
ceived a warm welcome from pioneer hearts,
and BY the ready agency Of pioneer hands,
a comfortable log cabin peeped out from
the dense woodland Of the opposite bank.
watched the smoke from the open roof
as the sun went down, and eagerly looked
for it the next morning But it was not
the smoke that | cared so much about.
only knew that it curled upward from the
freside where dwelt as beautiful creature
as ever bloomed away from the busy world.
And so | watched the smoke, and dream
ed as / watched the river until the moon
threw down its beautiful pathway Of shin
ing silver and listened for the sound Of "a
miliar footsteps.
Across the river was the home of Carry
Mason Before the mellow haze Of autumn
had dropped its dreary hue on leaf and
stream had learned to love her, and to tell
her 50 in the still moonlight Of that hidden
home.
The leaves faded and the winter winds
swept through the forest But we cared
little for that. The snow fell thick and fast.
but cur cabin homes were bright, and our
hearts we're alive with happiness and hope
When the spring opened and the birds re-
turned, we were to be married
A winter evening party in a new country.
Did you ever attend one, reader There are
large hearths and open hearts there to be
found
Carry and / were invited to attend the
party a rude Jumper had been built,
and in this we started Ten miles were
soon passed, and we found ourselves in as
merry and happy a thrOng as ever gathered
on frontier. The huge fire cracked on the
wide hearth, and old fashioned fun and frolic
rang out until a late hour.
The moon had gone down when We started
for home, and the snow began to fall (; but
we heedel it not, for we talked fast as the
stout horse sped on the forest path.
Carry grasped my arm and whispered,
hist! The wind shrieked over the tops Of
the dark pines, aud laughed at her fears.
But she nestled closer to my side. and talked
with less glee. In spite Of all my efforts,
shadow would creep over my own spirits.
The road wound among dense growth Of
pines which shot upwards, and veiled even
the sky from our path. The old pines sway
ed and mourned in the increasing storm, and
tie snow fell thick and fast. touched the
horse with the whip and he moved briskly
through the woods. Again Carry grasped
my arm. heard nothing save the storm,
and vet was startled as the horse gave a quick
snort and struck k-into gallop. With a heart
full Of happiness, had not yet dreamed Of
any danger.
Again the horse snorted in alarm.-There
was a sound above the storm. / felt my
cheeks grow white and cold, and the blood
rush quickly back to my heart.
Clear. wild, terrible, it burst out in an IN
earthly howl ike wall from tue world Of
6ends. Ilheard it. It's dismal heartchilling
echoes had not died away on the storm,
when il was answered from score Of throats.
Merciful God. a pack Of wolves we're
around US. In those dark woods at night,
and the storm bowling overhead, a score of
hungry thrOats we're fercely yelling at each
other on the feast
For a moment my senses reeled But /
felt Garry leaning heavily on my shoulder
and aroused
But what hope was there ? l had no wea-
pom, and the maddened devils were in the