Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-04-13

secrets of nature which she had gathered
in the lonely woods on dark and stormy
nights. which she had passed. unaccom-
panied but by beings Of substance other
| than flesh.
| Now, her influence was on the wane.
She wandered about 10 more, and the In
dians began TO suspect that some arch
witch had put a spell upon her. They
regarded her curiously and with some old
remains of venera.ion too. but the old
braves and some of the young ones also
(the human rascals) complained that she
kept the pretty white squaws shut up,
and would not let them raise corn and
pa which according 10 their po-
ilical Tor SOCIALLY economy, was wasteful
and offensive TO public propriety and pri-
vate good taste.
This evening they ieclined in a sister
ly embrace on the ottoman of skins by
the door, and the soft south wind breath.
ed over them balmily--and more than
honied sweetness exhaled from the rich
hearts of swelling buds came to them on
It's voluptuous wings. The sun went
down. and the whipporwill's quaint, mo-
notonous. plain,ive song was heard at the
edge of the wood. The sky was clear as
pure woman's eye; it had that day been
washed by showers of tears in which a
squadron Of glittering clouds had wept
themselves utterly away, and the night
bird had not sung long i'll the gloom. be-
! fore the moon-that world where, If its
calm face shines truth, young love is bles,
ppeared. and looking down
with pity. perhaps. upon that vast and
majestic woods which she had so often so
long. illuminated with her glory. and
which she saw was so soon to be hewn
down and burned from her sight. The
multitude of dogs about the village howl
ed doeful bat powerful chorus to the
whippolwil. and tried vigorously to
stare the huntresS of the night out Of
countenance; but as usual she moved on
he, course showering lavishiy the arrows
Of silver from her inexhaustible CULVER.
But why a moon at ali? Of what par
ticular use is the moon in this case?--
Let me have no NOR. of moons until they
become necessity--says the hackneyed
critic, (such things do dip into newspa-
pers) whose ears prick up and lay back
slightly at the sight Of old Luna. He is
specially savage on the moons of young
erly writers. sloshing them up in all their
full-orbed beauty. as thirsty plow-boy
opens and devours yellow bellied wa
termelon--both individuals throwing
away the rinds and splitting out the seeds
using only .he sweet water Why
have a moon. Sir? Right heve is chance
for some pyrotechnlc rhetoric about the
moonlight of the soul. etc. which would
be sure 10 overcome you. but you are un-
worthy even Chinese warlike demon
stration on paper. and may pass that; bu,
there @as moon. That identical pale
luminary shone sixty years ago as now.
occasionally. and there has been vast
deal Of cour,ing and coon hunting done
by it in the meantime, and the proba bill
ty is that it will shine with its old fash
ioned variations for sixty years longer,
and we trust that it may. for it remem
bers all the secrets worth keeping that are
whispered on the night airthat it bright.
ems, and the world would be better. and
quite as wise, if it re mem bcred that. Sc
Roll on silver moon.J
Patsy and Mary talked oftenest and
longest of their fathers and mothers. and
their old homes in Pennsy lvania and Vir-
ginia. The fragment of their existence
} passed in Kentucky seemeed part of the
same CHASTITY fever-vision that oppressed
; in their savage tenement. All was un-
; real. but their old homes. They lived
over again their lives in them, and won.
) dered why God had not had them born in
the same house. that they might have
played together in infancy. and remained
all their lives companions. 1t was strange
that they would not have met, il thei'
fathers had not moved to the backwoods
Could they have lived without knowing
each other? They told each other all
their young Joys and tribulations. and re.
vealed minutely the interior life Of theil
respective families.
Patsy had little to tell of her family
but happiness. Death had taken broth.
er and sister, but time was soothing. and
she knew that they had brighter home
in better country. Mary had much tc
say of sorrow. of lingering and broken
hopes. Her great loss was that of hel
sister Sallie. She had other sisters. and
brothers beside William. but had never
been familiar with them. as they were
married and gone from the home circle
before her intellect grew large.
Many things-mournful things. were
suggested to Mary. when she looked long
at her queer host and hostess. There
was an indefina5le something. she strove
often to find what, in their faces which
she had seen else sewhere-which had been
familiar with her young life. There were
associations linked with them. certainly.
Thoughts or very vivid dreams had been
of them before.
The girls were talking 10 themselves
Of the young man in the corner-ths YER
liable rohitc panther. and a rat ther hand
some and amiable panther they though.
him too, Especially SO thought the fair
haired Patsy not at all inclined to be fe-
rocious-rather kind and tender in his
acts and words. teeth sharp and giisten-
ing. but not in the style Of fangs. and
covered lips that looked as if they would
tremble oftener with grief than OF