The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1853-08-03
CHAPTER II.
THE WOMAN.


THE Missionaries having left; Mr.. Iryine's
next thought was toprovide himself and
family a shelter. Accordingly, while they
lodged in quite comfortable tent, he, with
the assistance ofhs two servants, whom he
brought out with him-cleared off a spot,
and in few days succeeded in erecting
quite a cottage like and comfortable build
ing The inside was divided into four rooms,
til, first of which (entering from the front, }
/ answered, both for setting and dining
room, while the one Immediately to the right,
served for a parlor and drawing
This room though shmly and cheaply fur
nished, was indeed little palace in the for
est. The rough floor was covered with car
pet brought with them; while its furniture
consisted, of a melodian, brought at the re.
quest of F!ora--a sett Of chairs, looking
glass, bed, ect., which indeed gave it an
air of true comfort and even opulence.-
The remaining two rooEIs were set apart;
one for sleeping apartment and the other
a kitchen. After everything hai been ar
ranged to their liking as near as could be,
and while Mr.. Irvine and his servant Caesar
were engaged in clearing patch OF ground,
a stranger approached them, introducing
himself by the name of Albion Woodward.
His address was easy. natural and prepos-
sessing, while his form and carriage were
the most noble and engaging.
Cline country this-line country" said
Mr.. Irvine, striking his axe into log.
"Truly, II beautiful place, sir" returned
tbo Hrn br >,
tune, "but wonderfully haunted by the Lu-
dams"
81 suppose they are mischieyious set of
fellows-yery mischievious," returned Mr..
Irvine.
"Not only mischevious. but cruelty blood
thirsty, sir, > replied young Woodward with
energy.
"Me hate de Iniins like dey hate de Mig
ga!' put in Caesar, who till now, stood mo-
uonless, with his axe upIifted 10 strike a
log.
"AIl you have to do SIR" returned Abb
on, addressing Caesar, sis to be fearless and
resoute."
"Dat me be sab, kase das no six Iniin
bout Ais plantation dat kin skeer Cesa', by
j;ngo!'
"But, =" returned Mr., Irvine, 81 shouldn't I
think they wou. Id hG at all dangerous in these
times Of comparative peace"
"They have continual incentives to arouse
their fierce natures," returned the young
hunter, "from the fact, that when few are
punished for mischief, the whole are reused
to revenge"
'"Tis their nature-their nature truly"
"And every day too, they grow more
willy and venlureSome," returned Wool
ward little drcamily.
"Yours is a good position--an admirable
position sir, for studying their natures"
"Ah; too true sir; l have had but too
many impressive tasks. But yesterday, |
was released from their bloody hands"
yesterday! not so late as yesterday"
eyes was wantonly captured, but fortu-
nate y, with the efficient hel p of an Indian
girl, escaped"
"Jeemcs- ribers!" exclaimed Ceasar, ,shud-
dering, "jist left 'em try nabm heaw-owh
massa Wood ard ,da one ben up in dat cabin.
dat eff dey techIa haw pom her head, dey
dosent leab dis plantation hbe, aw Ceasa'
amt nlS-self nOhoW!
"Bravo, Ceasar!" returned Woodward
laughingly, while the Ethiopians eyes flashed
darts Of vengeance. But who is that fair be-
ing, if | may ask?''
"Yes sab; lubs to say her its Phil
lis at yer s:rbice."
Il see you are romantic fellow" ccntin-
ued Albion.
ewes anudda angel sab, dat I think
you'd likc-she's so good, an kAow she'd
like you sab; lase yer phiserognomy looks
likcable, now by-jingo, and [ spose she'll
need an lnjin-killer to protect her, and you
be brave, me know dat" said Caesar ap-
preaching Albion while Mr.. Irvine put
few sticks snto a log heap burning close-by
"Cone up to the house Mr.. Woodward"
said Irvine as he returned to Albion.
"Thank you, Mr.. Irvine, l shall be hap
py to accompany YOU"
"After supper, Flora and Albion, between
whom a mutual respect had sprang up,
took stroll amongst the trees, tha6 hem
med in the cottage and yard.
cat last Miss Irvine" said Albion after
they had been stroling for some time, cat
last have broken the curious spell. A
strange phantom composed seemingly of
Beauty, Gratitude and Mystery, mas ever
since | behed you; chained my senses in
"What could thus have Influenced you?"
"Till now, | could not have answered
your question, Flera; butnow my mind has
heen strangely released from an inexpli-
cable mist"
perhaps till nov you didn't wish to, ex-
plain your emotions" returned Flora, look
ing archly in her companions face.
"Ah, beg pardon" smilingly replied
Albion, "but you mistake me, and though
Pm not wizard at all; yet think l read
your design"
"Surely you would not suspect me of
any treacheryw
"Treachery! and pray tell me--not be-
ing personal at all--what woman in her
teens, shouldn't be suspected!"
"Fie! Woodward; you are too compliment
tary," ironically replied Flora; but as long
as you commenced to tell, let me hear now
what SO strangely disturbed you."
otis of no import at all, Flora, but the
conciousness Of it at the time, struck me with
surprise" evasively said Albion. 'I7
'Now you won't disappoint me, Mr..
for you know the couriosity of a
woman inner teens isnot SO easily evaded,"
returned Flora with slight air Of sarcasm.
''Then ] presume, SAID Albion somewhat