Daily American telegraph., 1852-01-15

be contented. HIS beautiful blue eye is not so |
wild and strained as when you brought him
My heart yearns towards him, as it did over
the one that shall wake no moreo
| She took him with her to gather the rushcs
with which she plated mats and baskets, and
showed him where the solitary bittern made
her nest and how to trace the swift steps of
the heron, as with whrring wing halfspread,
it hasted through the marshes to tho sea, And
she taught him to dig roots which contain the
spirit of health, and to know the herbs that
bring sleep to the sick, and stanch the flowing
blood; for she trusted that in industry and the
simple knowledge of nature, he would find con-
tent. At first she brought him wild flowers
but she perceived that they always made him
weep for he had been accustomed to gather
them for his little Caroline. So she passed
them by blooming in their wild recesses and
instructed him how to climb the trees where
the grapevine hung it's airy clusters. And she
gave him choice bow and arrow, ornamented
with brilliant feathers and encouraged him to
take aim at the birds that sang among the low
branches But he shrank back at the thought
of hurting the warblers, and she said silently
"Surely, the babe of the white woman is not
in spirit like his red brother. He who sleeps
in.the grave was happy when he bent the bow
and followed his father to the chase.o
Little Charles spent part of each day in
watching the sails, as they glided along on the
broad sea. For long time, he would stand
as near to the shore as possible and make
signs, and shout, hoping they might be induced
to come and take him to his home. But an
object SO diminutive attracted no attention
and the small island, with it's neighboring
group Of rocks, looked SO desolate, and the
channel SO obstructed and dangerous, that
vessels had no motive to approach it.
When the chill of early autumn was in the
air, the Indian woman invited him to assist her
in gathering the golden ears of the maize, and
in separating them from their investing sheath
But he worked sorrowfully for he was ever
thinking Of his own dear home. Once the men
permitted him to accompany them, when they
went on short fishing excursion but he wept
and implored so violently to be taken to his
parents, that they frowned and forbade him
to go any more in the boat. They told him,
that twice or thrice in the year they performed
long voyage, and went up the river to dis
pose of the articles Of their manufacture and
purchase some necessary stores. They should
90 when spring returned, and would then carry
him to his parents So the poor boy perceived
that he must try to be patient and quiet through
the long, dreary winter in an Indian hut The
red-browed woman ever looked smilingly upon
him. and spoke to him with sweet, fond tone.
She wished him to call her mother, and was
always trying to promote his comfort After
\ Charles had obtained the promise OF her hus-
band and father, to take him home in the
spring, his mind was more at rest. He worked
diligently as his strength and skill would per-
NIT, on the baskets, mats, and brooms, with
which the boat was to be freighted He took
pleasure in painting with the bright colors
which they obtained from plants two baskets,
which were intended as presents for his mother
and Caroline.
The Indian woman often entertained him
with stories of her ancestors. She spoke of
their dexterity in the chase, of their valor in
i battle She described their war-dances, and
the feathery lightness of their canoes upon the
wave. She told of the gravity of their chiefs,
the eloquence of their orators the respect of
the young men for those of hoary hairs She
related instances of the firmness of their friend
ship and the terror of their revenge.
| @Once the whole land was theirs" said she,
" and no white man dwelt in it. or had discov-
cred it. Now our race are few and feeble, they
were driven away and perished They leave
their fathers graves, and hide among the forests
The forests fall before the axe of the white man,
and they are again driven out, we know not
where No voice asks after them. They hide
away like mist, and are forgotten"
The little boy wept at the plaintive tone in
which she spoke of the sorrows of her people,
and said, "1 will pity and love the Indians, as
long as | live" Sometimes, during the long
storms of winter, he would tell them of the
Bible, in which he had loved to read, and could
repeat the hymns and chapters which he had
learned at the Sunday school. And then he
regretted that he had not exerted himself to
learn more when it was in his power, and that
he had ever grieved his teachers. He found
that these Indians were not able to read and
said, {" Oh! that had now but one of those
books which used to prize so little when was
at home and had so many" They listened
attentively to all that he said. Sometimes he
told them what he had learned of God and
added
ale is good God and a God of truth but
| displeased him when ] was disobedient to
my parents"
| AT length spring appeared. The heart of
little Charles leaped for Joy when he heard the
sweet song of the earliest bird. Every morn
ing he rose early, and went forth to see if the
grass had not become greener during the
night Every hour he desired to remind them
of the long treasured promise. But he saw
that the men looked grave if he was impatient,
and the brow of his Indian mother became
each day more sad.
The appointed period arrived. The boat
was laden with the products of their industry.
All was ready for departure Charles wept
when he was about to take leave of his kind
Indian nurse.
II will go along" said she; and they made
room for her in the boat. The bright sun was
rising glorious in the east as they left the desc
late island Through the whole voyage she
held the boy near her, or in her arms, but
spoke not Birds were winging their way
over the blue sea, and after they entered the
river, poured forth the clearest melodies from
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