Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1852-01-01
The White EFaWn.
A FEARFUL TALE OF YESERN WAf
FARE

By E. R.RowE, EDITOR oFTHE MORGAN JOURNAL
(CoNCLUDED.)
"I.et the faggots be made ready for the
sacrifice" he said; and his sanqunary follow
lowers, already drunk with the blood of limo
cent victims, yelled with demoniac Joy q:
they gathered the fuel and made ready the
stake. .s q
60 Let there, be another pile and stake,
said he, "the serpent which have nourished
and loved must die with him for whom she
betrayed her adopted people. Let them &c
together to the white mans Spirit land
This order was too much, even for Indian
baroarity, and few young men ventured to
ntercede for the life of the White Fawn.-
Black Bird turned upon them a look of con-
tempt, and then, without answering, himself
assisted in preparing a stake, for the terri
bic execution by fire and in a short time the
victims were bound to the fatal trees 1t was
apparent however that the execution of the
White Fawn was not at all accepta BILE to the
savages. a band ofyoung warriors approach
ed her with the intention of rescuing her, but
she saw their design, and waved them away
with her hand. .aa
Me-" said she, l die justly, for volun-
tarily pledged my life for his; but my pale
face brother must live; my father is great
chief and cannot require the lives of two for
the faults of one" 9s r
Shouts went up from the Indian multitude
--"one death only!' but let the White Fawn
live!" said they: and the cry was repeated,
" Let her live -
AT the same time her bonds were sudden
ly cut by the knives of the young braves, and
she was compelled by force away. She then
begged of them the favor of speak king once
more with the pale face before he died. Her
father, the Black Bird, seeing the turn which
things had taken, sat down in dogged silence,
and paid no attention to what was going on
before him. But the fell design of sacrificing
Sanders still absorbed his whole feeling
And when the White Fawn approached for
the last parting, he listened in breathless ST.
ence to every word which passed between
them.
"When the girl approached him, Sanders
was silently endeavoring TO prepare his
thoughts for final leave of the world and
its trbulatlons. The White Fawn paused
a moment, and then addressed him as follows:
"When you were brought to my fathers
wigwam, prisoner, wet, tired and hungry,
pitied you and gave you food. You wept
tears of gratitude to her who appeared in your
eyes only an Indian girl, and then remmem-
bered that was one of your own pale faced
kindred and loved you with a sisters love-
But now that you are about to pass away to
the Spirit Land, my heart tells me that | shall
love you, when brother and sister are forgot
ten. Farewell! When you have entered the
pleasant groves in the domnions of the Great
Spirit, will you not shed a tear for her who
is compelled foreman little longer behind!"
Sanders raised his head in sudden aston
ishment. Could it be possible this good an
gel who had thus come to bid last farewell,
was indeed ono of his own race! 1t was even
so. But there was no time for explanation
then. lie spoke few words to her in an
under tone; and then taking from around his
neck small medal, he told her it was all he
had, and asked her to keep it in remembrance
of him whose last prayer should be for her
happiness.
But this scene had already lasted too long
for od-thirsty Black Bird and his followers,
and the White Fawn was hurried away, while
the Squaws and children began to pile the
fagots around the prisoner. And fire had al
ready been put to the pile when the White
Fawn rushed into the presence of her father,
holding the keepsake which Sanders had just
given her before hiseyes. Astonished at the
the eagerness of the girl, Black Bird took the
medal from her hand and quickly examined
it by the light. A moment was sufficient.
lie threw down the blanket which had been
around his shoulders, and presenting his bare
breast to the prisoner, exclaimed:
Brotber.'
Sanders saw at glance that large Ma
sonic Square and Compass had been tattooed
upon his breast, and confidently extending his
hand, replied: ea
"My brother =
In another instant the hatchet of Black
Bird had serverad the withes which bound the
prisoner to the tree, and the savage embraced
as brother the man whom little before he
had condemned to terrible death.
During their first momentary embrace they
whispered into each others ears, as if to make
assurance more sure, and then both retired
to the Indians wigwam, amid the astonlsh-
ment of the sayages who had witnessed this
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