Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-03-04

arose new sounds-cries of delight, louo
vociferation, mingled with shrieks of ter
ror. From the nearest. where the tive
captiyes lay, and around that one a large
crowd had gathered. Soon it began to
move. They walked fast, they ran in the
direction Of the stakes. In the midst
two forms were hurled along-two forms
tightly bound, one Of whom was tender
and delicate, the other young and strong.
Little boys, who, in their naked condi
ton, seemed like imps, crowded around,
cruelty tortnring the latter. Some thrust
arrows into his bare arms, others struck
him with heavy stakes.
1t was the captured youth and maiden.
They were carried toward that fatal
spot where the two stakes arose with the
hideous preparations around. When
within ten yards Of the spot, they were
set down: and their bands were severed.
The savages stood around, watching the
countenances Of their prisoners.
"Allie-Allie." said the youth, chok-
ingly, 81 care not for myself-but, oh,
for you. Allie-farewell p
Farewell, Arthur-farewell y gasped
the poor. trembling girl, before whose
eyes now appeared the prospect of the
most horrible of deaths.
"See how the coward pale faces trem,
bic y cried the medicine-man, his SIMS
ter eountenance cleaning with unhal-
lowed joy.
Tomawa started.
"Mathoree," he cried, "see you not
that one is a weak maiden? Can one SO
tender despise death ?"
And now they were led nearer; they
were carried into the midst of the pile;
they were fastened to the stakes by the
strongest Of those flexible roots used for
ropes by the Indians. Allies face was as
pale as death. Her eyes were raised
imploringly to Heaven. Arthur looked
with stoical calmness upon the Indians.
and did not dare to glance at his fellow
sufferer.
So calm were both, that a universal ST.
lence succeeded to the noise which had
been so great but a few moments before.
"The pale face is a great brave" said
one.
THE pale maiden can die like a war
%rior," said another.
Tomawa moved not-spoke not a word.
"Great Chief" said Matkoree, your
people wait. Speak let them be graft
fed"
"There stood the two at the stake
steadfast-calm.
Farewell p once more said Allie; 1--WE
will meet AGAIN.
SIN Heaven. Farewell i"
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ges, impatient. At last one, with a brand,
walked forward. He approached the
faggots--he touched them with a flame.
But the next moment he. was hurled VIC
ientiy to t.ae earth, struck by d mighty
blow from Tomawa, who, with burning
eyes, stood before the Indians and beside
the victims.
Matkoree started.
Warriors !" shouted Tomawa, " the
pale faces are brave. They must not die.
We can strengthen our courage in anoth-
er way. He is a coward who cannot find
courage save in the sight of a burning
pale.face. Matkoree has counselled
wrong. Warriors, my son is dead-my
daughter is dad. These I will take in
stead. Here is my son-and there is my
daughter"
Tomawa spoke, and waiting not for a
reply, he first kissed Allie upon the fore
head, and then Arthur. With a strong
hand he severed their bonds at one blow
from his keen knife. They were free I"
"Yoy, my son-you, my daughter
come r said Tomawa to the rescued pris-
oners. And the three departed to the
hut of the chief.
Silence again ruled round. The wo
men and children departed. The war
riors sat down upon the grass, without
uttering anything. Matkoree stood and
gazed upon the stakes.
II will have vengeance" he muttered,
as he stood, with folded arms; vengeance
upon Tomawa!'