Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-04-15
IRAsBURGH, VERMONT FRIDAY, APRIL Is, 1859.

believe be was dead, or ever had been.
The Widow almost forgot her errand. and |
went home blaming herself for indulging
hopes on the whim of spoiled child
But she went to work in right good ear
nest to find Capeeno. an Indian who come
in those parts. After great search Ca
peeno was found, and told that Miss Sur
san wanted to see him very much.
Capeeno was Canadian Indian, of
the Lorette tribe, and though his people
were in the service os the British, and
were fighting against the Americans, yet
he had remained in the forests of Maine,
and had not taken up the hatchet on Ell
ther side. He had received many kind
nesses at the brick house, and little
Suse' was great favorite with aim.-
He went to her, and long was their Sc
cret talk. Every day, for three day',did
he come and sit and smoke, and listen to
the persuasions of the 'eetle squaw.'-
At last he seemed to come to her views,
for, on receiving the best blanket from
her own bed, pillow case full of fiour,a
new knife, huge pouch of tobacco,
flask ofpowder, and strip of lead, which
the naughty girl pulled from the roof Of
the house with her own hands, he left,
struck into the woods, and was seen no
more. The next storm that came told
that the lead was gone, but where gone,
none knew. Who could steal it?
Just at the close of sultry summers
day, two officers were walking arm-in-
arm on the heights of Quebec, dicussing
the news of the late victory which Wash
ington had obtained in New jersey
They were amusing themselves at the
whipping he was about to receive, evil
IDENTIFY greatly mortified that the boot had
been on the wrong foot Of late.
What would you give for his neck,
said one, should Lord Howe catch him?'
Just as much as I would for the necks
of all Congress when we have once sub
dued Them said other.
Howe thought he had the ragged ar.
my of Washington so hemmed in, that
he could not escape, but in the morning
he was not there; the theatre had specta.
tors, but no actors
Fuit non ignobils Argis
Qui credebat magnos audiIe tragmdos,
as Virgil says, though I've forgotten the
whole quotation replied the other.
With your honor's leave, said voice
near by,
Fuit haud ignobilis Argis,
Qui Sc credebat niros audire tragsdos
In vacuo laetus SCISSOR plausorgue theatre.
as Horace, not Virgil says
Who are your
I'm your honor's humble servant
'Oh my young friend, the prisone
whom begged out of the hospital, anc
gave him unusual privileges, even wher
he won't give US his word that he won
run away, if he can! Well, stand cor
rected as to my quotation and my author
though I should never expect a back
woodsman to be able to quote the class
les. But why have you so long refuse'
to give your word, and be treated as
prisoner of war ?
Because, sir, I am not q prisoner G
war. I was captured far from the sea
of war, peaceful citizen, by your hire
Indians, at Moosehead Lake.
we shall not dispute about it. Will
1 feel sorry for you, shall take good car
: that you do not get away
You have just acknowledged, sir,tha
we do sometimes escape when you lea;
r suspect it,
The officers looked at each other an
passed on. The young man was lie
alone. He was pale, sad, and eyidentl
4 in poor health. From the lofty heigh
e of Quebec, at sundown beat of Ii
drum, he cast his eyes down on the gl,
0 rious st. Lawrence, and then turne
5 eastward, and sent his thoughts thic
and fast through the almost interminab
G forests that lay in that direction. I
had left the parade-ground, and WI
h making his way to the prison yard, whc
II a hand beckoned him behind the ang
q of the wall.
n Me want see you
Who are you? 1t is so dark ca
r not see you
r, Me know you-know your mother
L. know Shag-know brick house, knc
St Susan. How long fore door shut up ?
ID Perhaps twenty minutes-perha
L, fifteen