Plymouth weekly banner. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1856, 1855-09-20
Tsae Indians Payment;
Or, ",de no Forget
BY MRS. CAROLINE A. soULE.

IT was late in the month Of November
The day had been cold end gusty. with
occasional dashes of rain and the even
ing. which sat in early. promised TO be
one of tempest and gloom. The wind
went rushing about with that low, mourn
ful howl which is known only in the su
tumn time. lashing the naked boughs of
The old forest trees with its furious sur.
ges, whirling the dead leaves which lay
hesped in the dark rayines into she mol
strom sddiss. and driving everything be-
lore 1t with violerce that made them
only too glad too fee. The clouds. which
had hung in scattered masses while the
'ivid sun sent its struggling rays among
them. gathr red themselves into n single
mighty one aud shrouded the heavens as
with pail, threatening every moment 10
burst into drenching floods.
God pity the homeless to night" ex-
claimed young man in an emphatic tone.
as pushing open the rude door Of his log
cabin. he dragged in ,ho old backlog that
was TO warm the rough hearth stone and
lrradiate the brown rafiers through the
long cherries hours of the sutumnal
storm. ''God pity them and help them.
too. for cold and weary time they will
have. trust no one wanders to night
m this wilderness; though lest one there
should be. III do what con 10 give the m
beacon light" aud even while he spoke,
nc planted the huge knotty stick into
bed Of crimson Goals and filled the space
between it and the old iron fire holders
with generous armful of light dry kind
ling which soon burst into a brilliant
blaze, not only scattering light and heat
across the dim apartment, but sending a
stream of moonlike rays through The IL
ny windows, that went dancing like a
thing Of life through the outer darkness
,ill i. was lest in the mazss Of the un;rack-
ed forest.
There" said the warm hearted woods
man. as he watched the sky bound sparks
and the continuous glow. 1--WE done my
part towards leading them to a home. If
any there be abroad and wandering. and
now I'll enjoy it myself" and he drew his
seat to the homely board on which smok.
ed hunters fare-steak from the wild
deer. a stew Of birds which he had shot
while standing in the door Of his cabin.
and cakes Of powdered corn, nicely baked
and Drowned on a clean corner of the
rough hearth. A relishing meal it was
too, for the hands of loving and gentle
wife had cooked il all. and honest. sturdy
toll had awakened that keen zest for food
which the idler never knew.
"A supper fit for king" said he, as
he returned TO his cozy place before the
fire. 1--WE shan't starve yetawhils. Moll
NOT while there are birds in the trees
and game in the woods. and strength in
these bra wny arms. Only keep warm
home will yet be bonny spot" And
then he folded his arms across his breast.
and bent his head and seemed 10 be read
ing bright fancies in the warm freight.
And when her light evening chores were
done up. his wife drew her seat close be-
side him. and as we are all wont on such
stormy nights. when the hearth stone
beams, the two warmed their young mem-
ories and Strengthened the pinions OF
hope. And the evening sped on. wildly,
and awfully without. but calmly and
beautifully within. by the side Of tho bla-
zing FIRE, whose streaming light was the
only star that cleaned in that dim old
forest.
.we'll keep the fire up all night. and
as bright % we can. too" said the brave
pioneer. as. ere he leaped into bed. in.
stead of raking the Goals. he threw on
fresh bundle Of splints; "it's too awful
night for me to sleep sound, and may as
we'll tend il as not. Ged help sny that