Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1857-11-10
mistress of his wigwam and queen of his


/ Chocorna. Language the most insulting.
mingled even with personal abuse, was
borne with lofty equ niinily by the chief
his reply TO all being uttered in a low.
/ firm tone,
! /" forgot not you are the White Birds
Father ~
Then turning slowly away, he was soon
| lost 10 sight in the winding of the forest.
! In vain Lucy besought her infuriated sire
i to soften his harsh decision; in vain she
went down upon her knees to him In
/ prayer for her youthful Iove-he strucl,
1 her to the ground, and fed from the
! house
/ week passed, and the whole valley
was in an uproar. The fierce cry of war
echoed terribly amid the mountain fast
nesses, and the red hand of murder wrote
in lines of blood upon the green, sleeping
hills. Smith and his followers, with all
the force they could muster from the
neighboring colonies, had sworn the ex-
termination of the tribe of Chocorna -
sworn 1t by their homes, their honor, and
their God And armed with this dread
ful oath, they went down upon the Indi-
ans like the hail storm upon the young
grass of the meadow.
Chocorna called up his braves, and
babe them fight for their squaws, their
helpless children-and their own true
hearts !! And we'll they answered to the
call
Horrible were the scenes enacted
Fire, rapine and devastation-the wig
vans of the savages were reduced TO ash
es, and the long black locks of the bravest
warriors hultered from the belts of their
pale-faccd murderers. At length, the
deed was done-the oath fulfilled The
Chocorans were exterminated, their bones
bleached white on the naked hills, and
the carrion CROW fed upon their fl 'sh.-
Young and old, helpless women and inno-
cent pappooses alike were sacrificed to
the knives of the incensed whites.
All but Chocorna, the chieftain himself,
whose plumed crest had ever waved in
the thckest of the fight, and around
whose gigantic form the bullets of his
foes fell harmess-he alone, of all his
tribe they had no power TO slay. An un-
seen shield protected him, an unseen hand
upheld him, and not the vengeance Of
the murderous Smith, or the Unsuitable
appetite Of his minions for blood, had the
power 20 harm him. His fate was wrap
ped il impenetrahle mystery.
Quiet came back to the valley, and the
white men returned to their homes, the
undisputed possessors of the fair soil r"r-
ased at the price of so much blood.
Smith came with the Others, but his
daughter had gone, and none could tell
him whither-HE little cared.
SrrIcl-ar, I0V-p by tho n of bnr r.,
ther, Lucy Smith on recovering the con-
sciouSness which lad been prostrated by
the blow she had received, rose from the
ground and fled, she cared not whether.
On, on she went-her only thought to es-
cape from her inhuman parent. A cave
in the eastern side of u mountain at length
offered itself, and there she remained all
through the dreadful time when blood ran
down the neighhoring hills like water
Her only food was the wild berries which
covered the vicinity IL profusion, and the
fishes which swan in the clear stream.-
She knew not the fate or her people, or
those of her lover; and she dared not
venture forth 20 learn what she fain would
know, lest she should fall victim TO her
fathers rage.
Autumn, brown and sere, was over the
world. The gold of the mountain butter
cup had faded before the breath of ice,
which swept down from the northland,
and the foliage of the mountain maple
cleaned blood-red upon overhanging
precipices. When the harvest moon was
far down In the west toward her setting,
Lucy left her retreat, aud with steps fleet
as the wild autelope's, she sought the old
trysting spot under the lonely oak. 1t
was very dark there now, for the grim,
so,nbre mountain, like gate of iron gray,
barred off the moons faint light and the
far-away stars seemed like lamps before
they flicker and 60 out IN utter darkness.
Faint and exhausted, she sank down
on the moss at the foot of the tree, and
clasping its giant trunk with her white,
graceful arms, she wildly called on death
to give back her lover. \ deep, solemn
voice fell on her startled ear
Beloved of the last of murdered
race, look up aud behold thy lover! 1t
is Chocorna who speaks,
A glad scream burst from her lips, and
she flung herself into his arms.
For the last time, White Bird, has
the clneftain come to look upon the homes
of his kindred-now thsir graves-for
the last time! Chocorna Is alone! The
voice of his people is heard only in the
happy forest of the blest. They repose
in the great country of another Land--in
the home of the Great Spirit Chocorna
goes, with the rising of to-morrow's sun,
to the land far beyond the tall hills, to the
depths of the great western wilderness
Shall he 90 alone E
The deep mournful eyes of the noble
warrior were bent upon the face of the
GIRL with a melancholy, hoping eagerness,
and his broad breast swelled, and his tall
form dllated, as her reply broke the still
ness.
Z" Whittier thou goest, I will go; where
thou lodgest, 1 will lodge; thy people
shall be my people; and thy God my
/ God -
/ The crack of rifle rang sharp and
deadly out on the midnight air, and the
White Bird fell, covered with blood, to