Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-10-04

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les Of the day, elrelahcd MYSELF upon tie
green swerl beneath spreading oak.
Here lease myself pp to medication. lt
was . fEeet 1lomsns for though -tle part
inc naa-boamg lingofed lhe diHtnsl
tree tops, dll'ne IA I'D bable charm
to the nohsen hnes of f4inQ Autumn
Twiliehl stale gradually over the fair cenes
bat, HI if t6lrenav Ahe stolen Rtandenf OF 4
depasting az, the sweet o6ofs 'of uf-I
numbered flowers rose upon the still air,
filling the whole atmosphere with grateful
fragrance Unconscious of the passing mo-
ments in the almost imperceptible changes
taking place around me, remained in
listless silence, gazing on the "Queen of
night" as she arose, pale and melancholy,
in the far cast. l gazed upon her rising
slowly over The broad expanse Of gloomy
night, until my heart swelled with sad
emotions, and my soul was filled with woe.
The stiffness around was broken only by
the wall Of the night winds, and the hoot
of some lonely owl that smote upon the ear
like spectral notes from the grave; or a
sorrowing lament over joys gone, and hopes
departed never more to return. Wearled
out with meditation, at last relinquished
myself into the hands and tender mercies
of Somnus, and was speedily conveyed into
the regions Of Dream Land
/ found myself seated on rock in the
midst Of a plain. l saw in the distance
the tall spires and lofty domes of great
City. The sound of saw and hammer be-
spoke busy people-the air was filled with
the noise of labor. Steamboats, and Rail
cars were hurrying to and fro like things
of life. While lost in contemplating the
busy scene around, saw man at the far
ther side of the plain, stopped with the
weight of years, while his locks seemed
silvered over with the SHOWS of many win
ters. He came towards where sat, slowly
and with faltering step, resting ever and
anon upon the messy stones and grassy hill
locks in his way.
As he drew near became alarmed, for
saw he was of strange race of people.
His frame, though bent with age, was
strougan muscular. His complexion was
dark brown, as if it had never been pro-
tected from the rays of the sun, and his
dark eye still beamed with the fire and
brightness of youth. BY his side hung a
bow and arrows, and from the girdle around
his sprotruded Che -haAdle Of 4 dag
ger. l arose to shun his presence, but the
old man, with cold, calm smile, beckon.
ed me to stop. Young man. said he
'be not alarmed l will not harm thee
though | am q red man, and the enemy o.
the pale faces, l will not harm hair o
thy head
Reassured by the calm, honest look o
the old man, approached him and givini
him my hand, demanded, with quiverinj
lip, his name, his country and what wa
his will. / am, said he-while my fauI
ty sight caused me to imagine that tea
glistened in his dark eye am the spil
it of Logan. / ,Oas the friend of the whit
man. | saved him from the tomahaw
of the Indian-I called him brother
when he was in sorrow, l comforted him
when hungry, l fed him; when wanderin
aud homeless / took him in. But alas
alas said he, while cold tremor SCENE
TO pervade his whole frame only whe
ted the dagger that pierced me. Oh ma
the Great Spirit who formed heaven al
earth-the glorious sun of day and IL
pale moon and stars that wander throus
the lone night-remember the race Of I'll
red man, and bring him back again to h
own hunting grounds 7
'Old man, said /, as / gazed with ay
upon his mournful face, now lifted
wards heaven as if lost in supplication-
'old man, why thus lament for the pa.
is it not gone forever to thee D! spil
freed from the trammels of mortality
comforted in view of the eternity of t
existence !
'Comc with me- he said, and "
show you why I, though a spirit, yet wa
der over these plains why | yet mou
and send the voice of my lamentation
to the throne of the great spirit VIII
he yet spoke he led me towards sm
emnence on the outskirts Of the plain.
As we drew near to the wood my spir
became faint from fear, and / trembled
proceed farther. Come on, said he,
preaching me, and fear not, for you sh
not be harmed When we came near
top of the little eminence, the old man tt
nv hand and led me to heap of ruil
stones were scattered about In every dil
tion, intermingled with Indian aints,
rough earthorn ware curiously polished
young man, said the spirit, THROWN
veil over his tawny face. 1t was a vel
such spectral pallor that it would vie v
the gloomy paleness of Autumn mt
beams. Young man, look for mon
upon these ruins Behold in them
source of Logan's woe. Here, behold
scene Of his sweetest joys, and of his
torest sorrows. Here his Squaw, Ia
at his return from his daily hunt, gre
him with welcome smile, and spread
fore him smoked venison aud par
corn. Here his sweet babes, the JOY O
heart pratted upon his knee, or spo
free as heavens own air, among the
woods that lowered in proud majesty v
this barren plain now spreads. Oh
gan then hoped that his name and me
would be perpetuated, and that his
would flow in human veins even aftC
bones had mingled with the dust of h
tive hunting grounds. But the ha
the destroyer came--the white man '
he protected, comforted and called br
struck him heavy blow, destroy'
tender branches, and left him wit
trunk. No Squaw then greeted