The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-10-19
Sflistellaueons,
The RathOs Of Romance.

The Pulmer (Mass.) Journal states that
Young girl, fifteen years Of uge, daughter Of
a wealthy merchant residing in Harrison
Square, Dorchester, decamped with party
OF Indiana who were, some time since, en-
csmped at East Boston, but who have since
removed to Ware, Mass. John Newell one
Of the Indians, was the recipient of the maid
ems affections. 1t seems that John returned
10 East Boston last week, and or Thursday
returned, in company with the girl, to Ware.
At first they stopped at the hotel, but subse
quen,ly took up their quarters in the Indian
tent near the village, the girl sleeping upon
the ground with her dusky companions
The father, having missed his daughter
sought for her in the towns near b 'ston, but
not 6uding her, made use Of the telegraph
and thus ascertaned her whereabouts. He
reached Ware early on Sunday morning, and
proceeded directly to the Indians tent, where
he met his daughter. John stated that the
girl proposed and planned the whole thing
that she was as pure and virtuous as when
ahe lett her fathers ROOT, and though they
had slept in the same tent for three nights
they had slept apart from each other. This
statement was confirmed by Johns brother
snd his wife, who had slept in the tent witt
them each night. John seemed very penl
tent. while the girl stated that she took thi'
means to plague her step-molher, who hat
ill.treated her. She hid her clothes in
school.house the night before starting, ant
the next day went rom home to attend schoo
at South B ,ston, met her Indian lover, ant
fed with him to Ware. The ather returned
with his daughter the same day.
The same paper thus poetizes the affair
sTell US how the dusky Indian
Sought and won the palc.faced maiden;
Wooed her from her fathers mansion
In great and wicked city,
Near the deep and mighty OCEAN
How she fed from home and parents,
She, tho school, girl, young and handsome,
With her lover. Johnny Newell,
To the west. or to the westward,
To his wigwam small and smoky,
On the margin Of Il river
Flowing through country village
How she dwelt within his wigwam
Made of poles and woven cotton,
sleeping on the damp earth's bosom,
On u ragged Indian blanket,
Through the chilly nights Of autumn,
Whom tho harvest moon hJne brightly
Brightly Oh the quiet landscape
How her father missed his laughter,
Missed hcr, and then tho fact discovered,
That q young and swarthy Indian
Had decoyed her to his wigwam,
To his wigwam cold and choeriesS.
On the margin of!a river.
Tear pleasant country village,
Where the hum of looms and spindles
Greets the ear from morn til evening
How the angry. jured father,
Armed himself with a revolver,
Swearing vengeance on John Newell,
John, the 'cussed little hjun,'
Who had robbed him of his daughter,
To be made dirty squaw Of,
And to tend his red papooSes,
In tent Of poles and cotton
How he sought his lost Maria,
Sought aud found her Sunday morning
Sunday morning bright and lovely,
In smoky Indian wigwam,
With her lover, Johnny Newell,
From whose presence she was taken,
Taken back TO Boston city,
BOSTON city near the ocean,
Where the deeply injured father
6oundly spank led his erriDg daughter,
Spanked her Smartly as he ought to! !"