The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1869-11-25
Gbe 4oet's department.
An OLD LOCAL LYRIC.

WAS written Tor ana puoilShed IN the EOens
burg SKY, paper printed III, this place
upwards Of forty years ago. We are unable
to give the date Of its publication. ssitwss
copied by Mr.. AKERs from scrap book in
his possession, into which twas pasted with
ont any record being made of the time of its
appearance. It is a production of no little
poetic merit, aud for that as we'll as for its
local character we have'no doubt 1t will be
appreciated by our readers:
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WRITTEN oE csossIEa TIE ALLEaENY l:UNzA!S,
by Iso1aSId QUITS. et - g-2
The distant whistle of the mountain bird
In trembling accents vibrates on the air,
The wary fox with5muff1ed step unheard,
The weary sun, faint glimmering in, the
west, asTa-1 os i'is
Wakes night-born beasts to prowl aud lulls
mankind TO rest.
I-wandcr still in sober. pensive mood.
While dun clouds Ihicken rounds the at
mosphere, ssss1st 10 vTEr-
And not sound adisturbs the N oss- grown
wood, s1 fr sss sz
Save where the small birds chant their
.gs veSpers near. a4E sA Ear E7as
ooulS iO8nlaIu Sui luR9Ii Oln lho I4cuh-ditl
ar a side saA
Or Wild winds roar far Of in solitary pride
In these rude hauntS, so long tradition tells.
While yet the Indian chased the timid
game, 4s.s, s4aL 1z .g
And built his wigwam in these woody iells-
a friendless, jayless. way-wotn stranger
-. came, 81 s-.E---e --oz
Whose brow, the index Of lofty soul,
Vas scathened,- as he had tasted sorrows
harsh drugged bowl, zas sz=l s7s-.
" sons of the forest T" thus the 'yyonth be-
The painted chief, in council ranged
''Ileard ye the Handicapped last night that
And with dark ruin shook your sacred
ground .,.s ,y- &
Saw We the wailinS spirit of the storm
That on your fatbers' graves low coached
his baggard form s-,z.-. v.-s---..
The savage, bribed by..yonGer Frenchmap' S
pelf, ~ a-'.fa 44i.a'a Ah-
Turks near your home With murderous
Fen now hides him as some blighting elf
+ Or hell born hsg your evil god has sent
With dismal sounds to fright your game
y rs away,
And then with famine sweep you hom the
\ face of day.
I't Where yonder ponsile clouds, i'll boding,
~ brood a5es5
Der sn"uldring ruins but three xuns ago,
Ny fathers peaeeful irabitation stood a1-1s
+ Beneath the deep wood, as yourselves do
. know; slassl ss!dsgaa -
For when we'd gathered in the years in
s.ug7 crease, tea.s fca sF~ i.a -F21 szs
The red-men there, oft smoked the calumet
4 of peace. 20 ssss - ser
.,But, al tie northern horde Of ssrpenss
Like night fends Or the demons Of the
With direfni yeIi and alI-copsum ing nams.
Our yelI-built wigwams 70 the earth .hey
cast; .,-.--cs ~ar -,
Now where yon pine peers Ger each neigh
boring tree. -.-.,..a s-.-e ,s-
Ny sire. my friend. they drag in full cap,
7ise t}Vl'ys 5a sd - tsase5 as-
'.By dread Mauitto by the FURNISHED SKI y
BY. your bright hunting grounds that
shine afar hi EasE e1 5t
tell we, red men, ye shall surely die
By that foulaolan. unless you give them
tl war. N4ut 1,4 has sEsg E1.
No more! when murdered, your best, bold
1 eat chief, s1 t1 h1Hg GO s,p -
His death-song shall disgrace with woman
ss 60 hearted grief. "17a
Here ceased the youth-a low, hoarse MUIR
mur rose, -.--s -r- eas rztv~rg
Like mountain panther's rage-obstrpcted
More fierce, more loud. more unrestriped it
grows, - v-se
Til mingiing in one vengeance telling
N4- howl,
Those voices echo through each glade and
dell,
Like tortured Furies' screams loud pesled
=, from deepest bell a q s.
Short council take the natives of2the wood T;
For loatufe's sons brook not lifelong delay;
They eye, their leader, armed in snllen mood
With axe and war-clab for the coming
pray; -
Now where the stranger points Silly creep
That e'en the tirnid -hares along their path
.'sass did sleep % H 1858 f - tAG}
z~iy{ga reEul sessz % ass sat baiC
But. bark strange sounds swell on the pass
ing gale aag bEE s1a SEQ tCgau
Ofhellish orgiea and cunearthly rites 8 81
Now rise at distant from thespina cladivale.
Whose bosom, rife with spirit-freezing g
/ sights, ,-s ---s----------
Beholds the captive for the flames prepared,
4 sacrifice their dresdfuf god bad often
/ Y Shared, ztsg do-a5o s'fss4 e IS.
0 who Of all that weary. ill-starred train,
Her limbs already bound to yonder tree,
Awaits death of long protracred pain;
Mid deaf'ning yefs and moving Dockery?
It is, alas ye heavens in blackness hide
From that foul sight-'tis she, the stran-
gers bride.
Torn like spring flower from its native
|. shade, 80 rs uf7 81 sN
The youthful maiden wilted soon away,
AS forest fowerets with'ring, wasting. fade.
Exposed at nooutide to the blaze of day /;
And for her weakness those grim hounds of
/ hats - -bsasi es1ss sFsa. s3f'aeee