The Shreveport weekly news., 1861-04-29

l forget the end tor which HFed!-
Never. The day thn~-aw my first
born in its mothers arms saw my first
sacrifceto my fathers spirit-a white
man dead at my feet. Three moons
after, another; and in that third moon
IA third. There" pointing to the
scalps, "there hang the proofs that l
do not say the thing which is not.
-Four SHOWS passed, and Ireturned
one evening from hunting, when l
found my cabin burnt down. My
mother alone sat weeping and lament
ing among the ruins. l could not
separate the bones of my children
and my wife from the common heap
of blackened ashes, which marked
the spot where my home had stood
when | went forth in the morning. l
did not weep. But l comforted my
mother all that night, and when the
sun arose, said, "Let US TO the wild
erness! we are the last of our race
We are alone, and the desert offers
its solitudes for such!'
Il left forever the Lake of Thou
sand Islands, carrying with lie only
handful of ashes with which was
mingled the dust of my children and
my wife. In my progress hitiier, l
visited the great warrior Iecunseh.-
He was then abou: 10 depart from the
borders of Canada, upon a journey of
a thousand miles, to invite the Lower
Greeks to take up the hatchet in the
defense of the British against the
Americans and Upper Greeks. ]
joined him. l was his companion.-
sat with him in the assembly of the
great council when, by the power of
his talk, he obtained a solemn declara-
ton that they would take up the
hatchet AT his call. And they did; and
l fought by his side when they did.
| His enemies We're the Americans;
mine were The whites; and my revenge
! Stacked its thirst in their blood, with
the same refreshing sense that drink
OF the sparkling waters Of the spring,
! without asking its name. Seven OF
| the scalps You see belonged to those
who fell beneath my tomahawk; but
my arrows few thick besides; nor
was my gun leyelled in vain.
| When the Warrior perished, the
| hope perished with him of the gath
ering Of the Indian nations in some
spot where the white people would not
follow, and where we might live as
our fathers had done. Iecumseh fell.
| left my brethren, and L built my
cabin in the woods.
At was the season of the green
! corn, when the Misunderstanding is made
, TO the Great Spirit, that white man
came to my door. He had lost his
I path, and the sun was going down.
/ Ny mother shook, for the fear of
death was upon her. She spoke to
ne. Hrr words We're like the hurri
cane that sweeps through the forest,
and opens for itself a way among the
hills. The stranger was the same
that had found my father defenceIess
and asleep, and who shot him as he
slept. Come with me and learn the
rest
The Indian arose. went forth, and
entered the forest; followed utterly
incapable of saying IL word. There
was something so strange and over
powering in what | had seen and
heard, so obscure and exciting in
what | might still have to see and
hear; il was 80 impossible for me tc
enter into the dark feelings of revenge
that had been avowed, or applaud the
, murderous spirit in which they had
been appeased by this unrelenting
savage; while to rebuke either mus
obviously have been at once hazard
Gus and unavailing, that | could only
mediate fearfulIy and silently upon
the whole.
, The course he now took was indi
= Gated by no path. but lay through
: thick underwood, and among tangled
bushes. At the distance of about
= quarter Of mile from the cabin,