Butte record., 1855-10-27
EI4g COUNTY, CALIFORNIA, 81, 1855.

golden >traW-that same suiih0wer thing
ne waved 70 he~,pushing from the strand
and now, to the lat gallant, it still
-aloted her. But Felipe's body foated
TO the marge, with one arm encirclinaly
outsiretched Lock jAOed in grim
death, the lovcr-husband, softly clasped
ms bride. true 10 her even in deaths
dream All, Heaven, when man thus
Ike ps h s faith, wilt thou be f,ithlcss
who created the faithful one2 Bat they
cannot break faith "ho never p'ighted it,
1t need not to be said what nameless
misery now wrap d the lonely widow
In telling her own story she passed this
almost entirely over, simply recounting
the event. Construe the comment of
her features, as you might; from her
mere words litlle would you have weened
that Huniila was herself the heroine Of
her tale.
Sue but showed US her SOULS lid, and
the strange ciphers thereon engraved !;
all within, with pride's timidty, was
withheld. Yet was there one exception
Holding out her small olive hand before
our captain, she said il mild and slowest
Spanish, "Senor, 1 buied him." ihen
paused, struggled as against the writhcd
coilings Of a snake, and chringing sud-
denly leapred up, repeating in impas-
stoned paio, ''I buried him, my life, my
soul,''
Doubtless it WAS by half unconscious,
automa ic motions Of her hands, that this
heavy-hearted one performed the final
Offices for Felipe, and planted rude
eros, of withered sticks-no green ones
might be had-nt the had of that lone
ly grave, where rested now in lasting un
complaint and quiet haven he whom un-
tranquil seas had overthrown.
But some dull sense of another body
that should be inferred, of another cross
that should hallow another gra,e-un-
made as yet-sone dull anxiety aud pain
touching her und .sooyered brother now
haunted the oppressed HuniIla Her
hands fresh from the buri Garth, she
slowly went back to he bench, with un-
shaped purposes wondered there, her
spell bound eye bent on the ncessaut
waves. But they bore nothing to her
but Il dirge, which mad ncd her to thinl,
murderors should mourn. As time went
by, and these things came less drcem-
lngy to her mind, the strong persuasions
Of her Eomi,h irh, which set peculiar
store by consecratcd urns, prompt d her
to resume in waking earnest that pious
search which had begun as in somnam,
bulism. Day after day, week after
week, she trod the cindery beach. till at
length double motive cdeed every
eager glance. With equal longing she
no" locked FIR the li,iag ard the dead;
the brother and the cap'an-alike van
isied. never to return. Little accurate
note of time had Hunila taken under
such emotions rs were hers, and tile
outside herself, served for calendar or
dial.
No wond.r that as her thoughts now
wandered to the unreturning ship, and
were beaten back again, the hope against
hope so shrugged in her soul, that at
.cngth she desperately said, ''Not vet,
not yet; my foo'ih heart runs on too
asst" So she forced patience For some
'urther eks But to those whom
earth's sure indraft draws, patience Or
patience is TIL the same.
Hunilla now sought to settle precisely
in her mind to an hour, how long it was
since the ship had sailed; and th' n, NTH
the same prec sion, how long a space re-
nained to pass. But this proved i'm.
possible. What present day or month
it was she could not saw Time WIS her
labyrinth, in which Hunilla was entirely
lost.
And now fo'lows--
Against my own purposes pause de-
scends upon me here One knows not
whether nature doth not impose some
secrecy upon him who has been privy to
certain things. At least, it is 10 be
doubted whether it b. good TO blazon
such. If some books are deemed most
baneful and lheir sal forbid, how then
with deadlier facts, not dreams of doting
men: Often i'll comes from the good as
good from i'll.
When Hunilla-
Dire sight it is TO see some silken
beast long daily with a golden lizard ere
she d-vour. More terrible, to sec how
feline Fate will sometimes daily with a