Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1853-06-02

in color then in Heavens name, show a
womans PITY
Who talks of pity2 1t is idle talk -
Come with me- where the Smooth Tongue
shall behold you no more l have stayed
too long already was the unyieldiDg res
ponse.
Nay. if you insist, l will call for assis-
tance, and some evil may befall you,' said
Rosalthe
Speak but a single word above your
natural voice, and this blade shall stop
the hearts music forever added Star
Light, drawing from beneath her Indian
vestments knife. and placing its polished
point to Rosalthe's heaving breast.
And can it be that one so fair, and one
/ who can speak SO wisely. has nature so
cruel2 If l must fall victim to your
! Jealous fury, strike. and let me perish here
near those who love me ? she cried, pre-
senting her breast boldly to the glittering
steel.
The threatening features of Wassahau-
"a relaxed something of their sternness.
Cease to fear-I will not harm you -
The White Cloud shall float back again in
safety come away, she said, in milder
tone.
Now you are fairer and gentler relent
still more and let me go in peace entreat-
ed Rosalthe with clasped hands and be-
seeohing look,
Hush. silly maiden no more words !;
you have my promise. Do not resist
me moment longer. or may change my
mind, replied Star Light; and passing
her arm within Rosalthe's. led her away
down to the bank of the river. A light
birch canoe was drawn up am ng the
reeds
Get in said Star Light
Rosalthe looked once more imploringly
towards Wassahauza, aud then obeyed !;
the latter quickly pushed off the frail yes
sci. aud then took a seat in the stern. and
using the paddle adroitly, urged it rapidly
and silently down the stream
When ROsalthe cast one long and lin
gering look backward. and realized that she
was being borne from home and It's dear
associations, her heart was overwhelmed
with mex pressible anguish Of what ag-
onizing fears would her friends become the
victims when she should be missed and
/ sought for in vain Who would solace a
| fathers grief or check a mothers anxious
tears What conjectures would they
| form-what clue would guide the daring
companions of Boone upon her tracks ?
What sign had she left to direct pursuit
What fate was probably in reserve for her,
and what reliance could be placed upon
the Indian girls promises
While thoughts of this nature whlrled
through her brain. she wondered whether
the hunter who had interfered in her be-
half on the previous day would feel any
regret when he heard that she had sud
denly disappeared. and could not be found
among the living or dead. At that mo-
ment it was no more than natural that
such an idea should occur, and mingle with
other reflections that crowded upon her
No sympathy appeared upon the counten-
ance of Star, Light, as she piled the polish
ed paddle; she sat proudly taciturn, and
gave no indications of the strong emotions
which had so recently shaken her queenly
figure
The parties swept along so near the
southern bank that the tall oak and chest
nut stretched their green boughs over their
heads. while their giant forms were reflect
ed in the waters beneath the voyagers
Rosalthe struggled to regain her firm
ness, and partially succeeded She chang
ed her position in the canoe in a manner
that would enable her to see her strange
companion. and study her appearance more
particularly than her fears had yet per-
mitted her to do. She was endeavoring to
initiate the stoicism of Star Light when
the latter suddenly changed the direction
of the canoe, putting it farther into the
stream
Lie down in the canoe = she exclaimed.
waving her hand imperiously lie down.
! if you wish gentle usage aud safe return
/ Rosalthe mechanically obeyed, and
Star Light instantly threw blanket over
/ her. that laid at her feet.
Now keep quiet, for see one yonder
who must not look upon the face Of White
Cloud 1t is OtterLifter. the brave young
chief of the Cherokees.' added Starlight.
in low tones, dropping the paddle more
softly.
Half suffocatei with contending emo
tions, aud yet striving to bear her fate
with heroism. Kosalthe lay motionless in
the birchen vessel and felt it leaping to
the dexterous strokes of Star Light.
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