Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1852-11-11

with the words the speakers shadowy
form disappeared through the back OF
the wigwam, and was Immediately follow
ed by that of War-Eagle. Rochester lost
not moment in initiating the example
thus set, and found that the egress was
through an aperture, which had apparent
ly either been lately made, or had excap-
ed the eye of the guard. Though now
outside the cabin, his guide still contin-
ued in creeping posture, but the night
was so dark that our hero could not yet
distinguish the sex of his preseryer. He
followed in silence, therefore, noticing
| that whenever wigwam was approached
in which the slightest sounds we're heard,
both she and War Eagle crouched fiat on
the ground, and there remained, an un-
distinguishable shadow, until the voice
entirely ceased. Moving in this cautious,
but tardy manner, quite half an hour
elapsed before they cleared the camp, and
gained the shelter of the neighboring
forest. During this interval, which seem
ed an age to Rochester, his heart beat
with strange agitation. Every instant he
expected to hear the shout which should
announce that their light was discovered;
and he knew that if this happened before
the woods were gained, there was no
hope.
Atlast, however, they found themselves
within the covert of the forest; and now,
for the first time, the unknown guide
fronted Rochester. He started back
1t was the White Fawn that stood before
him. Then, falling on one knee, as a
knight of ancient romance might have
done, he took her unresisting hand, and
began to pour forth his thanks. 4. But the
Indian girl drew it quickly away, and in
some embarrassment; then hurriedly said;
white brother, farewell. The forest
maiden has only neforyou whatyouhaVe
already done for her; and in saving your
life she pays back the debt she owes for
hers. But you have not moment to lose,
she continued earnestly. The young
braves of my tribe are quick on foot, and,
before long, they will be on your trail
She had scarcely spoken, when shout
rose on the night air, from the direction
of the village.
'We are discovered, cried the Indian
girl all is lost
'Then fly, and leave US to our fate, an
swered Rochester, starting to their feet,
you can gain the village undetected.-
As for us we must take our chances
NO. cried the Indian maid, with gen
erous self-devotion. IF desert you, you
are sure to be re-captured, and it shall
never be said that the chiefs daughter
left any one in extremity She seemed
to reflect for moment, and then cried
follow me, that is, if you will trust me-
Lead on cried Rochester, Il believe
in you as my own mothers purity. War
Eagl will come also And he looked
toward the savage, who had remained
silent during this rapid conversation, and
who now nodding, followed the White
Fawn and our hero with rapid strides
A few steps brought the fugitives to a
brook of running water, into which the
Indian girl rapidly led the way. The
shouts had, meantime, increased, but were
leaving the village, showing that the trail
had been struck and that the pursuit was
begun. After moving down the brook
for a considerable distance the chiefs
daughter suddenly stepped on shelf of a
bare rock, and running rapidly along for
about hundred yards, drew aside some
bushes, disclosing the entrance to mar
row cave.
Enter she said quickly, NO one
knows of this refuge but myself, and as
our trail is lost, we can lie here safely
concealed Rochester and his compan-
ion entered as she spoke; and then, clos
ing ,he bushes she hurried after them
The cave was profoundly dark, but our
hero knew from the quick breathing of
the Indian girl, that she was greatly agi-
tated. Nor was it without cause, for the
cries of the angry pursuers were fast ap-
preaching. In few minutes shouts were
heard, apparently directly overhead, an
swering back the wild whoops from the
other side of the stream. 1t was clear,
from this that the trail had been lost at
the point where the Indian girl had en-
tered the brook, and that the savages were
beating the shores, on either side, to re-
cover the traces of the fugitives. The sus-
penses was long intolorable, for the young
braves, instead of hurrying onward, re-
turned again and again, like baffled
hounds, to the vicinity of the caves mouth,
until at last Rochester began to fear that
the hiding place was known to some of
them, and that they were searching for it..
The chiefs daughter appeared to dread
a similar result, for unconciously she
crept closer to our hero's side, laying her
hand timidly on his arm, as if appealing
for protection; her woman's nature for the
time, triumphing over the heroism to
which she had nerved herself during the
earlier part of the persuit The veins of
Rochester thrilled at that gentle touch;