The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1853-02-26
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THE RESCUE.
BY +. CHILDE HAROLD.

'o. S't Sii'NiiiS bdllIc Cdl. Hc forest
sombre and still, gave forth no sound save the
dismal hoot of the wakctul owl. as from some
ragged tree top he woke the echoes of the un-
tenanted wood Not even a gleam of light
from heaven or earth cnlivcncd the gloomy
recesScs of the tangled WILDWOOD Over the
beautiful village of Wyoming silence held un-
disputed sway, and not taper within its lim-
It's gave forth single ray of light to bctokcn
that any eye was waketul, or that any watch
or kept his vigils DER the doomed settlement.
Near the center OF the town, and sittin. upon
grassy knoll, was a building, superior in
many respects to the surroundin. cottages
Within this beautiful mansion resided a fair
girl the belle of the settlement. and withal
the only child of the wealthie>t inhabitant of
Wyoming. As midnight crcpt slowly over
the earth, the front door of the mansion OPEN
rd and cOakcd and hooded form stepped
lightly from the portal. Cautiously away she
crcpt avoiding the main street. until She had
gained the open fields. and then with quick
cned step Ella I.anSon took her way toward a
cliIi that rose tall and bold above the western
horizon. She knew the pathway well, for
dark a> i; was she pursued with unhc>itating
step the scarcely visible road. leading among
tangled bushes and over Jared rocks towards
the summit of the crag.
! While yet the bold Girl climbs the uneven
road, let Us anticipate her arrival and at once
place ourselves near her destination But
Immediately in front we see a dark form
spring with one hand the trunk OF a small ma
pie and with the other po.utin. to the sleep
ing village below,
He is noble looking savage His trunk
As straight aS an arrow, while his fantastic
dress sets off to the best advantage his mus
cular frame He is one OF natures nohlcmcn
the sen ct the forest.
'Slecp on" we hear him muttcr, "but one
angel within thy limits saves We from the brand
and tomahawk The Great Spirit has plant
ed in thy dete>tcd limits one bright flower tha,
preserves thee from destruction, The Wu
Eagle hoycrs over We anl in his train !, ;ne
an%el Of icath, but for her sake shall hi,
flight be STAYED and the Great Spirits lam}
shall once more warm the fingers of srvl
that rest upon your eyclids."
And does the War Eagle speak of m,
people," asked Ella, as she unpcrccivcd
gained the side of her dusky lover.
The War Eagle" he replied, loves whcr
nights mautlr is over the earth to HE hin
away to his mountain eyrie, and gazc upor
the dwellings ofthc pale face hut It's seldom
the gentle dove forsakc> her cote to strctrl
her feeble wing to accompany his boll tight.
But vet when her mate sits alone on som,
lone crag, she loves to sit by his sidc,-bu
War Eagle what is Won bright light : 1t i
the village on fire, and see how the lon.
tongues Of flame lick up the trail wood an,
then shoot heavenward in long spires pointe,
and golden. Oh hasten, War Eagle, an,
} should my fathers house catch fire. oh , say
my poor parent from the devouring element.
No. No.' he replied, It's useless now
r for my people with scalping knife ere coul
2 reach the spot will end the fearful scene"
She looked into his eyes and her own wer
wild and fearful as she asked
Are these Your people, and have YOU in
/ stigatcd them to this foul deed :"
j. Nay, nay" he hastily replied. seeing tn
wildness of her look IL would have stave
their hands. but repeated aggressions on tn
= part of the white man have made them de-
perate, and now they wrcak their vengcanc,
I But Ella, 90 with me, will be Your prote,
tor In the wigwam of the War Eagle sha
the White Dove rest her wing free fro,
harm"
Never, she replied, Il will never tru
;, the murderer OF my only surviving parer
with my safety. for he that spares not the n,
n BILE eagle will seldom restrain his hand fro
f the injury of the eaglet."
$ And will not the life in the bold fore
2 that YOU love so well, by the side of love
Il one, be any compensation for the loss of
L father whose stay on earth could at least ha,
): been but short"
n. Tae maiden looked up, while every line
II ment of her face showed a.tonishment, h
rs voice had suddenly changed, and now tn
, and his manner Of speech reminded her
r one she once. oh how tondly loved, but n
e that immovable duSkv face was the same. ar
1t yet she thought how much like him. He r
: sumed-
/ "And if a life in the forest suits thee nc
II we will away to the city, and there we ma
Is meet one William Gates"
What know You Of him 2" she hasti
: askel
/ Il know" he replied, that once you love
/ him passing wcll that he was an adopted SC
o OF Charles LanSon, your father; that whe
o ne saw the love YOU bore for him and that
Y was returned by him. your father turned hi
from bi: doors. | know farther that yol