Butte record., 1856-05-10

again Sloou sale on terra HrHld. lie
had fallen upon a an immense mass Of
bats, which, disturbed from their slum-
bers, had risen out of the abyss and
brought him up with them.
The Fear of Death.
There is nothing to which we are
subject in this life, that presents
more formidable aspect than DEATH.
1t is the boundary of all human pros
poets. and the end of every earthly
enjoyment-it is very justly styled
the thing of terrors. Its victorious
sceptre has humbled the glory of sue
cessive empires and the pride of kings.
1t enters alike the palace of the great
est earthly princes, and the most Sc
cluded cave of the solitary hermit
Menh succeeded in fortifying them
selves against implacable enemies, but
the strongest bulwarks and the most
solid towers afford no shelter from tho
ruthless arrows of death. No strata
gem, however deeply laid, can avert
or retard for single moment, its tri-
umphant progress. Faithful in its
work, this messenger of the grave leaps
the highest walls, and the most mac
cessible rocks, in pursuit of the VIC
tins of its rage-the subjects of the
Almighty's firm decree, dust thou art,
and unto dust thou shalt return
The blood of every living thing, for
nearly 5000 years hath not been suf-
ficient to quench the thirst of the de-
vouring monster-its Unsuitable hunger
never cries it is enough Inexorablo
in its demands, it regards not the tears
of affection nor the entreaties of
friends, but plucks from the mothers
arms the darling of her hopes, and de-
lights in trampling upon the beauties
of innocence and youth. We weepI
but it mocks our lamenta tions, and
laughs at our griefs!
We go to yonder house and behold
the trophies of its sway-before us,
cold as marble statue, and silent lies
one, whose voice we have often heard.
We see the winding sheet-the hearse
the solemn train-the narrow pit
We hear the funeral knell-the sobs
of mourning friends-the rumbling
earth-and from the midst, voice!
fearful and fills US with apprehension.
familiar, yet often disregarded. From
it we learn that we must die, and be
seen no more foreverl
But why are apprehensions cherished
at the near approach of DEATH Is it
the agonies of natures last struggle?
Is it the dark silence of the grave that
fills us with forebodings so fearful!
No! 1t is not these alone that gives to
death its dreadful aspects. 1t is the
conscious thought that it opens to us the
untried realities of another world
1t is the reflection, that with all our
sins and follies, we must pass solemn
test at the Judgment bar of God.
An Indian Legend.
Out of pine in the Iroquois settle
ment, and about five feet from the
ground, is growing up with the tree a
rams head, with the horns still attach
ed to it; and so fixed and imbeded is
it in the tree, that it must have grown
up with it. Almost the whole of
one of the horns and more than half
of the head is buried in the tree. but
most of the other horn and part of the
head protrudes out at least foot. We
examined both, and found the tree
scarcely two feet in diameter. Here
we put up at an early hour, and called
the place Rams Horn Encampment.
Our Flathead Indians related to us
rather strange story about this rams
head.
Indian legend relates that one of the
first Flathead Indians that ever
passed. this way, attacked q noun
tain ram as large and stout as q
common horse; that, on being wounded
the fierce animal turned round on his
pursuer, who taking shelter behind the
tree, the ram, came against it with all
his force so that he drove his horn
through it; but before he could get it
extricated again the Indian killed him,
and took off the body, leaving the
head as a memento Of the adventure.
All Indians reverence the celebrated
tree, which they say, by the circum-
stance related, conferred on them the
power of mastering and killing all
animals; hudreds, therefore, in pass
ing this way, sacrifice something to
the rams head; and one Of the Tro-
quois, not to incur the displeasure Of
the good of hunters, hung bit of to-
bacco on the horn, to make his hunt
ing propltious-The Fur Hunters Of
the For West, BY Alerauder Ross.