The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1859-04-16

coplu unu no traces OF NM
Amer lingering and searching a couple Of
days they returned towards home, OCCASION
ally firing their rides, each In quick success
sion--the hunters signal--%sPing though
family, that he had reached home. But,
no, no was not there. II was profound
mystery. The widowed mother waG almost
crushed by the misfortune. Mr.. OrdwAy
sent al the way to the army, to see n by any
possibility his sons had seen or heard from
young Itediieide ebui they had not. They had
expected he would have joined them before
this. So il continued to be profound mys-
terry. The mother made up her mind that DO
had fallen into the river somewhere, and was
drowned. Ordwny nearly coineided with her
opinion. As for Susan, sh1 didn't and che
wouldn't believe, weak as he wnS, but that he
knew enough TO keep out Of the water, or at
least 10 rise up after he was dead, and float :
What her theory Was, she never told but
though she ftlt bad enough, II was not that
choking grief which the certain death Of our
friends always brings The old hunter aver.
red that there was mighty spirit by the
name Of Knneo, who owned that lake, aud
who sometimes destroyed people who came
TO his lake alone, His home was on a noun
tain in the middle Of the lake, (now called
Mount Kinneol, where he carried hiG victims
and ate them half roasted And no eonsoled
the mouners with the assurance that he had
no doubt but that they could find some Of
the young mans bones the next season,
thrown down the mountain
Young Rcddeld had been Loaf, not forgot
ten, about two years, when a suitor, every
way prcpossessinR. presented himself at the
"brick house" and in tho most proper way
possible, offered his heart and hand to Susan.
To the surprise Of all, she eivilly declined
both. The young man besought her parents
to intereede for him. They did so, and to
no purpose, lie then sought the aid Of the
Widow Redheld. and she had talk with
Hiss Susan. To her surprise the girl would
talk OF nothing but her son Daniel, his habits
his ability to SWIM his power to take care
Of himself To her own amaEement, positive
ly Susan didn't and wouldn't believe he was
dead or ever had been. The Widow almost
forgot her cTrand and went home blaming
herself for indulEing hopes on the whim Of
spoiled child. Blu, she went to work in right
good earnest to find Cnpceno, an Indian who
came to those parts. After great search Ca
peeno was found. and told 'ha' Mi'- s~---
wanted to see him very much.
Capetno, was Canadian Indian, Of the
Lorette tribe, and though his people were in
the service OF the British, and were lighting
against the Americans, yet he had remained
IN the forests of Maine, ahd had not taken
up the ha.ehet on either side. He had re-
evired many kihdnesses at the IL brick house, .
and little Suse was great favorite with
him. lie went to her and long was their Sc.
crst talk. Every day for three daysdid he come
asti sit and si,4..s. si.A isisa 10 the psFaaa-
sions Of the "eetlo squaw." At last he seem
ed TO come to her views, for, on receiving
the best blanket from her own bed, pillow
case full Of Aour, new knife, a huge pouch
Of tobacco, a flask Of powder, and a. 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 II
Just at the close Of a sultry summers day,
two officers were walking arm.in-arm on the
heights OF Quebec, discussing the news OF
late victory which Washington had obtain
ed. in New Jersey. They were amusing them
selves at the whipping he was about to re-
ceive, evidently 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 mdch as would for the necks of
all Congress when We have once subdued
them" said the other.
"lIowe thought. he had the ragged army
of Washington SO hemmed in, that he could
not escape, but in the morning he was not
there the theatre had spectators, but no ac-
tors"
"'Fuit non ignobnis Argis
Qui credcbAt magnos audirc .--gndos,'
MS Virgil says, though I've forgotten the
whole quotation" replied tho other.
~"With your honor's leave" said a voice
near by
"'Fuit baud ignohilis Argis,
/, Qui Sc crodcbat miros audirc Tragedies,
In yacuo lUtus sessor plausorque theatre.
as Horace, not Virgil says"
"Who are you?"
"I'm your honor's humble servant"
ooh my young friend, tsrisonor whom
l begged out of the hospital, and gave him
unusual privileges, even when he won't give
us his word that he won't run away, If he can.
Wei, stand corrected as to my quotation
and my author, though should never expect
backwoodsmnn to be able to quote the
classics. But why have you so long refused
to give your word, and be treated as pr;s-
oner of war ?"
Because, sir, am not a prisoner of war.