Richmond daily times. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1853, 1853-05-26

Js-na-ma-kee returned in triumph to his tribe:
was made warrior, and the Humming- bird
anne his bride. Many years had passed away.
was winter, the snow lay thickly on the
und. and the trees were clothed with its fan
tic foliage In village of the Sacs, around
council-hre. sat the braves in deep and grave
Iteration. The squaws and papooses were
rying TO and fro, or standing in groups of two
three, eonverSing in eager whispers. All was
eitement. A wsr-psrty had returned, bringing
h them Pale-face, whom they had captured
prisoner stood bound to a sapling, his arms
tened behind him. He was an old man; the
bws of many winters were on his head yet he
5 still strong and active; his figure unbent,
his arm full of vigor. But one pipe was
oked ere the chiefs had decided the captive
ould be tortured. They unbound him from
tree. and had already commenced tying him
a stake in the centre of the village, when
| figure was seen coming over the prairie.
The prisoners eye frightened for a moment as
at form approached: the knot of Indians who
pod round all made way for the new conner. His
occssins, thickly fringed with scalp-locks, his
h and massive wampum belt, and handsomely
hsmented pipe, all Showed he was great chief.
Fom what he could learn, the captive found he
Vi been long absent on trail, and the tribe knew
BIT when he would return, OF the council would
BIT have been held in his absence.
Il have something to tell the great chief before
die said the captive. Na-na-ma-kee-
h it was he-came forward unwiuingly, he,
DO. had evidently recognised an old acquain
knce.
Speak he said, at the same time mo-
oning the Indians to withdraw what seek
ou?'
Don't you recolect the day when saved
GU from the hug of the bear 3 said the old man:
you said then you could not take my life, will
lou let me be murdered now!
The chiefs lip curled with smile of scorn, as
e replied 'Na-na-ma-kee owes him nothing; the
krizzly bear was slain for his skin, not to save a
Red.skin' life Mana ma KEGS gun was empty,
his powder gone, or the white hunters bones
you'd now be bleaching on the prairie as pun
|shment for his daring to enter the hunting.
grounds of the Sacs.'
You sneaking sarpint said Buffao-hide, who,
Ending his entreaties of no avail, gave vent to his
Indignation at having been thus imposed on
rs usual, when he was excited, making use Of his
native tongue, unmindful whether the person ad-
dressed understood him or not-'you reptile, to
desave me with your fine speeches of gratitude.
Howsomever, sure as shootn, I'll sarve we out.
If you and your dirty friends there murder me,
I'll let em know the shabby trick you played
me about that same skin-took it home, I'll an
The Canadian name for the glutton.
swer for it, and said as how you'd killed
un yourself. But I'll let 'emknow the truth
"That there Ingin," I'll say, ''has got forked
tongue" as you call it in your fine humbugging
way of speaking-sa rattlesnake's is nothing to
it." He paused, IS if astonished that this
speech had no effect ON the chief; but when Ma
turned to leave him, without giving
any answer, he recollected that most probably
the Indian had not understood word of it; he
therefore commenced speech of like import in
H. Ca Tha cta faot1r Of tho In.
dian were convused and distorted, as the whirl.
wind of passion swept over them; it was but
an instant ere they became grave and calm as
b.fore.
Pale.face,' he muttered, it is enough; your
life shall be saved. Yonder, where the tall
chestnut towers above the trees on the rivers
edge, lies a canoe-the river passed, you are
safe. My brethren and my children, be said,
turning to the crowd, who were waiting. eagerly
impatient to begin torturing their victim-s.the
Pale face mocks US, saying: :. In the days of
my youth, l was swifter than the fawn; bounded
over the tops of the prairie grass, and it bent not
beneath my feet; even now, with the SHOWS of
sixty winters on my head, it were as vain for the
Redskins to pursue as for the bear to chase
the squirrel among the boughs of the tall pine
forest" Let US try this lying warrior, aud prove
his words to be but wind. Loose him; let him
run as far as his arm can cast the tomahawk.
When you bring him back, let his tortures be
double, as is his face A shout ofapplause from
the warriors greeted this speech. Buffalo hide
was unbound, a tomahawk placed in his hand,
which he was told to throw in whatever direction
he pleased in an instant, it went whizzing through
the air, and remained quivering in the ground,
nearly half way to the tree which Ma. ma kee
had pointed out A contemptuous laugh burst
from the assembled warriors. The Pale-face' s
arm is strong said they; but knows he not
where the river lies! the rapids are strong and
the stream wide-no swimmer can cross it. The
captive walked slowly to the spot where the
weapon had fallen; Ma kee raised his arm,
and fifty braves were instantly in pursuit, whoop-
ing like demons.
The old hunter, as he run heavily before them,
looked like wounded buffalo chased by pack
of hungry wolves; his broad massive form con-
trasting well with the light symmetrical figures
of the Indians. The distance between them and
their prey had lessened one-half by the time he
reached the river. The canoe lay precisely where
Na-na-ma.k ee had told him: he leaped into it,
and with few vigorous strokes, was soon far
from the land Loud and terrible rang the yells
of his batfled pursuers in his ears; few hurled
their tomahawks at the canoe, but they dropped
harmlessly in the water around it. The canoe
was within few yards of the opposite bank,
when one, better aimed than the rest, struck the
hunter in the shoulder, and his arm dropped
useless by his side. A moments delay would
have been fatal. Without needing the pain he
suffered he applied his whole strength to the
right-hand paddle, and brought the canoe to Craze
the bank; one spring, and he was in safety The
canoe shot like an arrow down the rapids, and
was dashed to atoms over the falls.
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