The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1859-11-19
correspondence of the Boston journal.
,ocend of Northern New Hamp-
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weeks drive in. an open carriage among
IN mountains of Northern New Hampshire
~. .gords pleasure not to be forgotten. Their
liking outlines and singular combinations
81 ~ 1be foundation for this but it is greatly
Nhonced by the perpetual change effected
e" ,ba scenery by the slightest alteration of
Hi,ce by atmospheric variation, and by the
Pnogress of the hours which seem sdoubly
Pr;n9ged in this, enchanting regain. The
'hniows pointing westward with admonito-
90 finger, shortening, vanishing. and then
m,srni@g eastward with a prophecy o: hope,
mo different angles at which the rays strike
w. . earth, now PLAYING over this slope, now
touching that crag. and now revealing yon-
Ser chasm, the shifting cloud fiecks. the
snarkling dew, the glittering mist, are good
apDii ministering to the grand, strange, and
Seautiful. A few cattle feeding or at rest,
sentinel crow perched on the .topmost
bouoh of dead pine, the swoop of a hawk.
,be 3artine movementof a king bird give
n an instant a new aspect TO the landscape.
Eere and there smoke wreath sways up
yard. and one sees hundred quiyering
tongues of flame, curling and writhing and
intertwisting, eating out the centre OF huge
stump, devouring great piles of brushwood,
or marching with burning tread through a
woodland, scathing and destroying all with
in its reach. A little stream glides demure
" beneath the alders, tumbles and foams
among rocks, or takes flying leaps from pro-
;octinT cliffs T,akalets- sun themselves high
m among the hills, wearing star upon ev
cry ripple: The forests are one flush of
color so rich, so clear, so exquisitely shad-
ed, so finely harmonized, so admirably re-
lieved by the dark frs and pines, as to defy
the pencil of the artist and the pen of the
poet to delineate or describe.
The Imagination, thus stimulated, almost
inyoluntarily creates, and almost as certain
" busies itself with the past. In Rumney
road winds along the base of a mountain
range whose precipitous sides, torn by some
vast CONFUSION, attract the gaze of the awe
struck traveller. Thither, many years ago
came man named George Thornton.-
Restless and dissatisfied, he had wearied out
his early friends, and upon the death of his
parents, he visited the new world, hoping
to find himself the hero of many wild adj
venture. He was brave, agile and ingeni
Ous, with quick eye and a ready hand.
True to his characteristic traits, he soon
wearied of the settlement, and, armed to the
teeth, plunged into the wilderness. Over
come with fatigue he crept into a cave at
the place we have mentioned, put his mus
ket in recess at his head, and fell asleep.
whoop, yell, rush, and he awoke a
prisoner to band of Indians.
The feast Of Green Corn was close at
hand and it was intended by his captors that
his death should grace it. This he readily
comprehended, and he rallied all his strength
to meet the horrors of his fate. He chung
to the minutes as they flew by. filing them
with earnest vows and passionate supplica-
tons. or numbering each possible circum-
stance of suffering and terror, that nothing
might find him unprepared. But love cut
for him path unknown either to strength
or craft. Winona, the flower of her tribe,
with eyes full of light, and cheeks whereon
the rose deepened beneath the bronze, gave
her heart to the young stranger and planned
his escape. Never had she seemed so gay
as on the evening preceding the festival
She laughed and sang, and filled the bowls
of the jewellers once and again, urging them
with many vile to drink of the beverage
which she had drugged with some harmless
provocative of slumber. Midnight found
all asleep or with dulled perceptions and
heavy limbs. Pressing one hand firmly up
on Thornton's lips. she cut the withes that
bound him. gave him moccasins and blank
ct of her own emhroidering, and motioned
him to follow her. Freed from his ligatures
with his recovered musket upon his Shout
der, new life seemed to pour into his veins.
He swan rivers. scaled heights, and crossed
morasses, everywhere obliteratiug the traces
Of their flight. At the end of two days,
Winona paused. She instructed Thornton
BY signs, who went through the simple mar
rage ceremonies known to her, and then on
Bonded knee, promised his Maker to remain
faithful to her as his wife. She called him
0rOno, or ''heart's fullness," and he at first
found in her all that he desired of happi-
ness. At the expiration of year, howev-
er, the old longing returned, and as he had
fled society, SO he with proportionate eager
ness desired its sweets. He proposed to
Winona to remove with her to Portsmouth,
but she shook her head. .'The maidens of
Your tribe are fair" she answered, ''they
will steal the thoughts of Orono." Several
times he sought her consent, but always
with the same result, and he grew irritable
and capricious. One day, upon returning
to their cavern, after an unusually long
absence, he found Winona dying, and be-
side her wooden cup partly filled with the
berries of the night-shade. With her last
effort, she threw her arms about him and
expired. He frantically rubbed her stiffen-
ing limbo, kissad hor icy brow. and called
her by all the tender names which she had
taught him. Exhaustion followed, and to
this succeeded a deep and settled grief. All
that she had done for him. all that she had
been to him, presented itself continually to
his memory and heart. He cleared a spot
Tor her grave among some young cedars,
and carved head cross of the same wood
near which he planted a wild rose. Then
he made rude sketch of the surrounding
scenery, and set out-not for Portsmouth,
now linked with saddening associations
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