Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1864-05-13
A Tale Of Ellsworth.
BY HENRIB DUON.

Not many Of the inhabitants of Ellis
worth can realize that once its street
were vast primeval forests, and its littl
river ran gently through shady hills, un
interrupted, and unknown save to th
rowing Penobscot. 1t was not long age
that L sat on Mountain Rock, beside on'
of the last of the Indian tribe, gain.
about and overlooking the busy village
while so doing, Dannis muttered in low
voice. I" time changes"
Yes answered, and this is goot
time to hear the promised story. He be-
gan. but | give it in my own words.
Over two hundred and forty-fve year
ago my fathers roved this land from it
iarthest boundery to Nova Scotia, thei
wigwam's smoke curled graceful y among
the trees along the rivers side, and tn
young squaws held their dance on thi.
high rock. But there was one among
them who was like rose mid thorns. an(
her beauty had placed her first of all tn,
maidens. Nicola had long since given he
love to Cheoco young but brave chief
tain warrior of New Hampshire.
Each full moon found him on his wa,
to the home of Nicola, and here on tn,
rock she could be seen watching the ligh,
as it slowly pierced the trees and lighted
up the dark valley. Here was thcil
hallowed place, and here he told her o
his famous deeds, and of the pale facet
man who had come to their shores, her,
his young heart gowed, as she sung tn,
the Indian lovers dirge and as the moon
went out they lovingly descended into
the valley below
"Neola must be mine," Cheoco said, "fol
in little time the May flowers bloom
and their white mingling with thy darI
hair must form wedding wreath"
Cheoco must first ask my father anc
when his blessing rests on US, then Nicola
is willing"
Then l seek him now Checco said.
lie quickly wended his way to the wei
known wigwam, and sought the father.
=" Cheoco is welcome AS he always will
be spake the old man"
But Cheoco hardly needed those words
for his mind rested only on Neola,-
* Yes. butswill that welcome grant one
thing ?''
What is it," said the father?
That Nicola may leave her father.
home, and shine on the hunting grounds
Of Cheoco."
The father seemed for while lost in
thought, then raised his head, gazed OF
the manly form before him, and spakc
All yes she must leave US, but not how
the rose buds are putting forth, wait till
they bloom, and she shall 60 to another
wigwan.
Cheoco sought Nicola, and told her tt
watch the wild roses, for when their frs
blush was seen he would come, it is long
time from now, and here his voice lowered
as he said, &" | may never come again for
shall seek the pale face to drive him from
my hunting grounds, and ifthe first rose
blooms without my trail over this rock
then | have found my last hunting ground
and aul waiting you in Manitous skies. y
" Whcn the morning star arose the last
fairwel had been spoken, and the lover
was on his homeward trail
Too true were the last words tina,
Cheoco had spoken, for not two weeks haG
elapsed before he formed one Of tho
twqnty. seven Indians who were decoyed
on one of John Smiths vessels command
ed by Hunt and carried away to be sole
as slaves, and never to see their bright
shores.
Never again did Neola join in the gay
dance, her happy voice was heard only a
dusk, on the high rock, singing the COM
ing of her lover, yet something seemcc
to whisper to her Indian mind " never
never more With trembling step, anc
eager eyes she watched the bud grow red
till at last they burst.
She decked her raven hair with theil
ruby leaves, and asccnded this rock. hci
voice seemed to loose its trill, and waiting
till the stars went out, she went dowl
into the valley, with design secret and
hidden in her mind. The day following
was spent in dreamy abstraction, but
when dusk came on Nicola again ascended
and in the vale was heard her last, ant
sweetest of songs, but it was her last fol
when she thought of Cheoco waiting fol
her in the distant skies she stepped from
this cliff, and the river below was her
grave.