Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1857-11-10

can make. when the voice of the pale o;rl
arrested him. Faint aud brokenly the
1 words reached him:
"Chocorna, my souls only mate. prom
! lse me you will leave vengence To (aoIr'
/ H looked fxedly in her face for a mo-
ment, and the stern light went out in his
I eyes, tears came in It's stead: he folded
I her IN mad embrace 10 his wildly-throb.
bIng heart, aud his voice, clear aud firm,
slyng the welcome words, " PROMISE
reached her IN eternity.
Slowly, and with solemn ster. he bore
the corpse OF III. White Bird 10 recess
IN nelghboring rock and inpressing up
on her clay-cold lips a last absorbing kiss.
he piled the huge rocks around her. ana
IN this lonely sepulchre lie left her to
moulder back 10 dust
Morning dawned on him far away.
climbing the fearful ascent of the erea,
mountain which loomed dark and frown-
ing against the eastern heavens, La his
trall followed Smith and one of his mis-.
cradle bin nellngs, bent upon the death of
the lone survivor of the late powerful tribe.
Not content with imbruing his hands IN
the blood of his child. the vcngcfm Smith
I a.
A few moments, and he was within run-
shot of the devoted chieftain. He raised
his rifle, took aim, pulled The trigger, ami
the trusty rifle, which, during an acquain-
tanceSaIp of seven years had never miss
ed firing, only snapped Smith, in a
paroxysm of rage. called upon his con-
panion to fire. The man essaved to do
so, but his rife was powerless as Smiths.
The last of his race bore charmed life.
Stretching his tall form upward. until
he looked almost colossal in his majesty,
ChOcorna extended his hands toward the
land he had quilted but a moment before,
and his voice rang like the notes of a
war-trumpet, loud and startling
sc The last of his race-the last of an
unofending race stands here to attest 10
the cruelty of the pale face, Stands here
alone and fenceless-a:med only by
the vengence of high Heaven! pour
upon you burning curse, and the Great
Spirit will here my voice aud answer il 4!
May your morn be biacknesS Nav
your hearts be blighted, and your hopes
turned to ashes! May your corn-felds
wlther and die, and the grass in your
meadows pale. May your fountains fail
III the draught! May you cattle sicken,
and your lives, who dwell about this
mountain, be black as the the shadows in
yonder valley! | glory in my death
and God, who made both the red man
and the pale-face, will not let my pro-
phecy be but idle words Chocorna has
spoken"
He threw his arms wildly toward the
F,,n ,.,ll {, f.fst a.
long, shrlIl cry of triumph, and he sprang
down the precipice!
Since that fatal hour, the mountains has
borne the name of the noble, but ill-star-
red chieftain-CHocoRSA.
Ii has been even as the self-mmolatcd
victim prophesied--the hopes of the pale
ftces were bIighted; much rain came
from the mOuniain-vapors and DESTROYED
their dwellings; the drought burnt up
their wells; the cattle that fed upon the
heritage around the mountain, sickened
and died the corn-lields withered up.
and the grass IN the meadows turned pale.
All within the shadow of the accured
mountain seemed smiitten with decay.
Smith died a miserable suicide; and
the man who had aided him in the pursuit
of Chocorna, was stricken down for seven
years with palsy, until at last, from sheer
WEAKNESS, he died also.
And now, of wild nights. when the
winds are abroad in their fury, and the
vivid lightning leaps madly round the
battlemented Crags, those who look, see
upon the summit of Chocorna a tall figure
defined bright against the inky sky stretch
ing forth its phantom hands toward the
dim unknown-and they know that THE
CURSE is as undying as Death itself!