Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-01-04
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Homo hone half dazzIed by The ray,
They gaze where mid the clouds away
CLEANS long line OF siIvery Hght,-
1.-THE cranes are on their southwark fight,
And we, too, comrades, should be gone,
Before the storms come on,"-said one.
With Thoughtful brow, and pensiye heart,
The youthful leader stood apart,
Leaned en- his rife, gracefully
As bends the 1.-THE young cypress tree
To the soft Summer wind. A shade
One moment DER his features played,
And IN its depths the bold blue eye,
Grew dark with u1led briIliancy.
1'rwas such morn, !" he said land sighed,
"I stood with Jessie by The tide
That hens our little garden,-shy,
How zisres the sun it bIinds m ne eye,
Or is this an intrusive teari
Ho Rofe, what ddings Of the deer!"
he cried-then hurried past TO hide
The drops tie bretEes had not dried;
They saw it not,-the memory crushed,
Back TO his bosom, C. lined, ami hushei,-
They only saw the glance Of pride
he cast upon them as he cried
"why lag We here? our chase to-day
Must be the las;-awsy !-awsyl"
V.
Then rung the rocks with shout and cheer
"Out, out, bold rou.eIs of the deer!
Up Cesar, Ola, Brave, and Bruno,
Come Lion, Leader, Wolf-you Juno,
Blackjack she hears the partridge drum
Out, oul, good dogs come, gaIants comet"
They're of-with yelpings loud the dogD
Sccur bush, and brake, and hollow logs
On, where the fallen leaves are bright
With mellow CLEANS Of amber light;
On, through the shade SO dense and brown,
Their shadows cannot paint the ground,
Down that green vista softly spread
With rich green grass, and lichens red,
Where sleeps the moss in golden dots,
And the bthe squirrel boards his nuts
And soon, FAR, far behind them fell
The smoke wreath curling up the dell.
The swooping eagle screams aloud
And meets hi mate upon the cloud;
High, posing on some hosry limb
The hawk looks downward fierce and grim;
Beside the roe in dingles deep
The DIN deer rouses from his sleep,
To list the yeIping, baying sound,
OF stalwart and impatient hound,
As forward ranging here ana there,
Sharp echoes wake the mountain air,
And dogs, and hunters one by one,
In the wild chase come sweeping on.
"Ho, there "a moment on the glade
FuIin the sun light stands displayed
An antler, d stag-s noble prey;
"The hunt is up-away, sway!"
VI.
moment-yet the dogs have spied
His an,lered head, his glossy hide;
SHARK forward fellowsi" forth they rush,
The hoar-fro.t crac.les, twangs the brush,
On, b, the stream where wster-weeds,
Long lines Of flags. ano rusty reeds
Spread out into false morass;
They labor through the m ltted grass,
Through thicket dense, and miry clay,
Unfss ging still they hold their way,
Then up the heights where bough, and stem,
Now bore no lea diadem
They dash through tangled growths Of vine,
Where thick the poisoned berries shine.
on-on, they press; they third the brake
Where sleeps the deadly rattesnskeI
Upstarting from Their dark abode
The scorpion, and the spotted toad,
Rousing the bat, and gloomy owl,
From their recesses, dim and foul,
Where huge roots mixed with earth, and stone,
Show Ttans of the wood o'erthrOwn.
''This way, this wsy-the trad is erOst,
The dogs are out-the track is lost
They scent some other game; no, no,
The wof-the bearl"
"No, comrade, no,
See how they drive this wsy-betWeen
The copsewood and this wild ravine."
On, On they came, and dogs, and men,
Pluu ged down The darksome, rocky glen.
VII.
by crag, and fer, a streamlet rude
Winds through the mountain solitude,
Fosming and chatting on its course,
Amid the rochs, and Drawing hoarse
About the long, green, spiky Gags,
The fallen trunks, and mossy snsgs
That choke its pa sags,-then atplay
1t seems in gla sy pools to stray,
Where hangs the rich autumnal bloom
or laurel leaves; within the gloom
In secret boarding up its springs,
Till, like the rush Of eagles wings,
Down, down the gloomy gorge in foam
The rock dashed torrent plunges home,
And clouds OF spray ascending show
The mad, white waters boil below
There by the shadows cool beguiled
The hunted monarch Of the wild
Dashed in, and close upon him cane
The dogs and hunters. (0nce the name
or this ravine was VS. .tRh-sksld,
But now, the Falls Of Laurel, called)
Down dash the huntsmen, scarce they hear
Each others ringing shouts Of cheer,
When round the echoing cliffs is borne
An answering yell Of hate, and scorn,
A moment's pause,-too well they know
The war whoop of the Indian foe!
VIII.
AZ swiftly each his form upresrs,
Glitter their guns, and fash their spears,
Each blend his vengeful cry Of blood,
His war whoop with the roaring Good,
Each gtering eye defiant glares,
Each for the onset quick prepares,
As mountain cat in wrAthfu mood
Upst&rting from his feast Of blood,
FOR deadly spring his 1.-the limbs draws,
snulTs the prey, and licks his CORY jawsi
The hunter marks their forms arise,