Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1852-11-11
JOE PRINTING
From the Ladies National Gazette.
A Legend of Pennsylvania.
THE HAUNTED STREAM.
BY LANES II. DANA.

BY JAMES Il. DANA.
In one Of the interior counties of Penn
sylvania, there lies embosomed in wooded
uplands, a sinuous and lovely river, which
from time immemorial, has been known
as the Haunted Stream. The Indians
accounted for the name, by tradition
that ages before, maiden of their race
who had been crossed in love, had cast
herself into its waters, and that ever since,
her spirit might occasionally be seen,
haunting It's sylvan shores.
Such, at least, was the legend that a
bold handsome young borderer heard, one
bright morning about century ago, as
he stood on the banks of this picturesque
with an Indian companion. The old
French war had then just broken out,
and as the frontier settlements were dis
turbed with runners that the hitherto
friendly savages were about to assume
arms, Lieutenant Rochester, for our hero
bore a commission in the provincial army,
had been despatched on a scouting expe-
dition with friendly Delaware.
Its pretty story, War-Eagle, wheth-
er it be true or not, said the borderer.-
l never saw e lovelier landscape. But
hist what is that
As be spoke, the faint dip Of paddle
was heard, and hardly had the two COM
panions concealed themselves, when a
light canoe shot into sight around bend
Of the river. In few minutes this fairy
craft was near enough for Rochester to
discern that it was tenanted by young
and beautiful female, richly attirod in a
picturesque Indian costume. When the
canoe was nearly opposite where the young
man lay concealed, dexterous stroke Of
the paddle turned its prov sboreward, and
Immediately after, with light and grace
tul step, Its fair occupant leaped ashore.
Rochester was for moment, struck
dumb with amazement and admiration
He had never, in his whole life, seen any
thing so beautiful as the vision that now
dawned upon him and, for awhile, he
almost believed that be saw, not living
creature, but the airy spirit that haunted
the spot. This idea was sustained by
the extreme fairness of her complexion,
which scarcely betokened Indian blood
But the illusion, for such it was, soon ia
ded. Scarcely had the mysterious visit
ant advanced hall dozen steps, when
she started and slightly screamed; and
Rochester, following the direction Of her
eyes, saw that his companion had emer-
ged from his covert, and was creeping
stealthily toward her with evidently hos
tile intentions. At hearing her shrek,
the savage leaped to his feet, and drawing
his tomahawk, rushed upon her. Rochester
dashed forward, but would have been too
late, if the Indian beauty had not fedfr
her assailant, and by afortunate chance, ta-
ken the direction toward our hero. Thus
the savage dare not hurl his weapon, lest
should injure his friend. The fugitive, be
in her terror, did not see Rochester at first,
but when she did, the instinct of safety
caused her to rush unrefecting into his
arms, where she lay like a frightened
dove, helpless and painting.
Put up your hatchet, Delaware, cried
Rochester. This is nay prisoner and |
make no war on woman; much less, he
added internally, as he gazed on the love
ly face silently pleading for protection,
much less on any thing SO lovely
My brother speaks well,' replied the
savage chief reluctantly. But the squaW
is an eucmy, and her people are perhaps,
even now on our trail
What you say is true enough, no doubt,
answered Rochester, but | would rather
run dozen risks of being scalped, than
do harm to such a pretty timid bird as
this. BY my faith, War-Eagle, she is
loyelier than any girl of the settlements.
| didn't think yoar race could show any
thing so handsome. Who can she be.
The War-Eagle had heard of her, she
is the child of his ancient foe. She is
called the White Fawp, and is chief
taln's daughter. But the wigwams of
her tribe are far from this, and her pres
ence here betokens no good, for where she
goes, hundred warriors follow. There
Will be, or has been, bloody work further