The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1863-04-22

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"Who, after hearing that" said Flor
ence, would say that the Indian character
is void Of fine feeling p
Many OF them possess ii in high de-
gree. my dear. replied her father. " But
wha. are wo to do with the poor fellow
The best plan can think of is to send
Thornton down to Queenstown for hand
barrow and some stout men, and have him
conveyed to the poor-house. lie will re-
ceive surgical assistance there, and be well
attended to, think"
a. do not know hdt." said Mr.. Meredith
after musing for a while and, looking at
! Howell, he observed. "lle is about your
age. my son. should suppose, and tlinl,
that. If he could be taken TO the valley ho
! might he done better tor than at the poor
house" ....
Yes, so tiuk. too. masSa," said Thorn
ton, who had stood silently hy Surveying
the Indian with looks of pity" yes, so |
tinli, too poor.house bad place for sick
lngin."
well. then, Howell will take Thornton
with him to Queenstown, and engage men
and sottee or handbarrow, and he can
be easily taken over in q boat from the
ferry to Arcadia. where DR.. Baldwin's skill
will soon extract the shot, if possible.
Does the plan meet your appreciation, my
dear " turning to Mrs. Meredith.
Certainly" she replied. Nothing can
be better +; So hasten, Howoll-thero is no
time to lose.'
And Howell and Henry, taking Thornton
with them, were soon ont of sight
1t is singular" said Helen /" that there
appears no sign of n seuiile and he must
have received the shot when his back was
to his foe.
1T is probable-indecd, almost certain
tina. treachery was resorted to-" said
Colonel Seton. THE Indian is too quick
of eye and ear to DO easily stolen upon un-
awarcs. He may have been intoxicated;
but this stupor appears to me to he tho
effect of some drug, rather than liquor.
Do you not think so, my friend?
Il do" replied Mr.. Meredith. There is
some mystery i'll the case have no doubt.
The wound was inflicted by white man,
it is evident; no savage foe wonld have
left his enemy his scalp
The ladies i'll the meanwhile kept bathing
the poor Indians brow and temples with
cool water occasionally giving him a little
wine to keep up his strength In shorter
time than could have been expected, Howell
appeared with Henry, followed by Thorn
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on which there were pillow and blanket.
The Indian was soon placed comfortably on
it, and the men carried it toward the ferry.
Mrs. Meredith gave many charges 10 Thorrr-
ton as to his accommodation. desiring him
'to go Immediately for Dr.. Baldwin, and to
have Milly-her trusty old nurse--in at
tendance, and to return to them when lie
had done so, and had heard what the doc
tor said of the case"
Our party now returned to the valley,
conversing. as they went along, on the
customs and manners of the Indians, and
! cnnjecturing the probable cause of this
poor fellows misfortune, when they had
reached their shady retreat, the ladies set
about re-arranging the good things which
Thornton had covered up, and which they
We're all soon discussing with good APP
petite, which the adventures and exercise
of the morning had sharpened. The lndi-
ans were still the principal theme of their
| conversation,
The Knistenaux," said Colonel Seton,
= are the most intelligent of the Indian
/ tribes. | have known some of them to be
| almost as good improvisators AS the ltal-
ans. By the by. Howell" he continued,
you have a touch of that gift, believe /;
so pray favor US with little Of it,"
8" 1t is, indeed, but touch of it that l
possess, Colonel" he replied $50 beg you
will excuse me"
But the Colonel would net excuse him ;
and the rest of the company joining their
entreaties, he rose, and taking down his
flute from where Henry had placed it, OBJ
served, laughing, Remember that what
inilict on you is at your own request" and
| commenced a plaintve prelude to a simple
air, in which Henry joined with the tlageo-
let, and sung the following words:
"'Tis sad to part from those we love
'Tis sad to say adieu-
'Tis sad to leave those scenes so dear,
When life was fresh and new
"'Tis sad TO dream on Oceans bed,
Rocked by the waves TO sleep
That loving eyes upon us smile,
Then wake the cheat to weep!
"'Tis sweet when, from far distant lands,
We reach our much-loved home,
To meet the dear, the household band,
No from them to roam
otis sweet when love and friendship give
welcome warm and true!
Let such be mine when | return
From distant lands to you!"
IT, at the conclusion of the last stanza.
llowells eye rested for few moments on
Florence, and it Florence blushed, and
stopped to look for something she had not
dropped, as no one chose to observe il,
neither will we but, as Mrs. Meredith's
eyes filled with tears, which Colonel Seton
did observe, and that the spirits of the
party were saddoned, he cried
"Brayo, Howell! You must show the
Italians, when you visit that country, lit
tie of your talent, lest they should fancy
they alone possess it,
:" By attempting to do so, should only
confirm them in that opinion" he replied.
When Howell is in Italy, said Mr. Mer-
edith " ! hope his attention will be taken
up with acquiring more valuable knowl-
edge than improvisating.
4" Is it not blessing, my dear sir" said
the Colonel, " that he can go to Italy or
that he can go to Gottingeu at all, and that
the wiseacres of the land have had at last
tho good sense to SEQ the necessity of re-
repeating the embargo lawy"
The passing of that law was very ne
cessary measure" replied Mr. Meredith;
and | sincerely hope the repeating of it
will lead to an adjustment of difficulties be-
tween England and America. The search
ing of our vessels and impressraent of our
seamen were outragOs that called for much
seyerer measures" .t
England" replied the Colonel, with
warmth, docs but maintain her own dig
nifty in asserting her right tc take her sub
iects from under amy flag that waves on
the wide ocean,"
No politics, gentlemen, no politics !"
said Mrs. Seton. 1Ou certainly must
have forgotten that we We're present, or
you coudnot have been so ungalant. We
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