Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1856-07-31
CHAPTER w.
Lay her I the earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted lesh,-
May violcts spring Hamlet.

And from her fair and unpOlluted lesh,
May violcts SPRING Hamlet.
Time sped on, and from his wings, that bear
balm for every wound, fell upon the McLe-
on's that hush Of heart lha! succeeds despair.
Patrick Mulican was now fully domeSlca-
ted in his home. His love for the beautiful
Irene formed an indisSoluble tie between him
and her uncle. Mrs. McLeon, whose wound
from the scalping- knife had never cicatrised,
bore patiently her afflicton, and by a subdued
genteneSS of manner and watchful atten-
ton 10 the comforts OF others, sought 10 atone
for her share in their past sorrows, and to
soothe the twinges of romorse in her o"n
bosom.
At the decline Of a day in The dreamy sea.
son of the Indian summer, the little family
was grouped before their humble dwelling,
gazing upon the rich and varied beauty OF The
forests dying hues, bahed in the mellow
light OF closing day, and talking Of the SAD
events that had clouded their brle sojourn in
this land OF beauty; when an old woman, with
gray, disheveled hair and tattered garments,
approached. Mr.. McLeon recognized in the
emacateG, travel worn being, the old Keoba,
who had been the precursor OF evil to him,
and inyolunlaTily shrGnk from her But she
exclaimed commandingly. "man follow me; |
come 10 show you Eagle Eye and the pale
woman he stole from you, before sleep upon
my mothers breast" pointing 10 the earth -
And stolkilg from them in haste left no time
for refusal. They followed 10 the brow OF
the hill; here size sigued Pat 10 enter the
cave; but Pat drew back from what appeared
dark abyss. Casting on him look OF scorn,
she beckoned Mr.. McLeon on, and stretching
forth her arms performed various incantationS
as she slowly entered the cave closely fol-
| lowed by Mr.. McLeon. AsloniShment at this
vast abode of silence and solitude, gave place
| 10 The keenest anguish, Os he discovered 1t
was also the abode Of death. Locked in his
cold embrace he beheld the marble like re-
| mains Of the lamenled Irene, serenely beau
| ltiful in her dreamless sleep-untouched by
the hand Of decay-and kDeeing by her mos
sy couch, the wasted corpse Of the once proud
warrior, Eagle Eye. The spirit of his death
less love, seemed TO hallow this great mauSo'
| leum, and 10. murmur through it at this inva-
sion by The living.
| When the first burst OF anguish was over,
Mr.. McLeon poured forth his heart in prayer,
that in death she had not been made to feel
the bitternass of protracted agonies, and that
| he should now be permitted to give her the
last sacred rites Of christian burial. Issuing
from the cave 10 inform his fDmiiy and prepare
for their first grave in the wilderness, he per
ceived that the old squaw had disappeared;
but at lhe entrance OF the cave lay bunch
of green uppawae, bound by the shreds Of a
red scarf he had given her on former visit,
by which simple token he knew she had de-
parted in peace and good will.
Upon little knoll
Where Spring her earliest visits paid,
And Summers lingering blooms decay'd.
repose the simple nameless graves Of the Ge-
parted. The care Of this sacred spot Pat ar
rogated 10 himself. Above the pulseless breasj
of the savage brave he laid his bow and ar
row, and magpapimously trained over the 81.
lent mound the wild arbutes. But with rev
erential hand and pure taste, he cultivated
fragrant white violets in the form Of eros
on the green grave Of the sinless maItyr