The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-03-25

subsidized, the minister and his family
again assembled in the diningroc n,
and the Indian, who had slept off all
traces of his nights debauch, par
took of hearty breakfast, and then
rising, he advanced towards the min
lister, grasped him warmly by the
! hand, and then each member of the
| family. As he approached julia
| he took from his breast an eagles
| feather dipped in blood, and putting
| it in her hand, said:
Sunny Eye, Of the pale face,
keep the gift of Waukino, and when
| the red hand of the Huron is lifted
against you or yours, show him this
war plume, and you shall not be
harmed, 1 60" And uttering the
Indian gutteral "Ughr' departed,
and was soon lost in the paths OF
the wilderness.
Three years rolled on, and their
savage neighbors, instigated by a
thirst for revenge, united to effect
the destruction of the whites.
1t was midnight. A November
lsnow fell heavily upon the sleeping
town, and the Wild winds wall, as it
lplayed with the snow drift and swept
Through the lonely streets, seemed
like the shrek of the spirit of the
storm. A pause ensued, and then
arose a thousand helish yells. The
Iquiet town was attacked by Indians;
husbands and wives, brothers and
sisters were reused from their beds
Ito be butchered at their doors, or
to be pursued through the mighty
drifts, and then murdered, while
their half-clothed bodies were tossed
Into the flames Of the burning hous-
es; the mothers sRriek and the in
fant's wall had no power over the
savages; the pleading cry and the
look of anguish were only answered
I by the swift descent of the tomahawk
and war club, or the deep cut of the
Escalping knife. At that moment
body of savages entered the house of
the worthy clergyman,and were drag
ging the good old man, his wife and
daughter to the door, to massacre
them with the general mass. A tall
savage, apparently the chief of his
tribe, was dragging the beautiful
girl by the hair, her dress became
ldisordered, and an eagles feather
dropped upon the floor. The chief
released his hold, and giving a pc
culiar whoop, all the band released
their victims. The leader raised the
Iprecious relic, and after scanning it
with an eagles gaze, he turned to
Julia, who with disheveled hair sat
trembling on the floor and said:
Daughter of the pale face, how
came the war plume of the Huron up
on the breast of the white doveT'
Julia had worn the eagles feather
at night in her bosom, to guard
against a night attack, she having
great faith in the power of the sym
boil to protect her. a hope now
sprung up in her breast, and she said Il
"Chief of the Hurons, for such
you seem to be, the war plume was
the gift Of Waukino, who, when the
cold storm Of Autumn palsied his
limbs, sought the dwelling of yonderl
pale face and was cheered, fed, and
saved. Waukino was poor and needy, |
and the pale face gave him life. |
Save then, the old man who succored |
him, and save also his wife and child |
who are dearer to him than life!n
II have heard" said the Indian, /
speaking evidently to his followers, /
II have heard of this tale, and given |
but little credit to it. Could the
pale-face do good like the children |
of the Great Spirit, without hope Of
gain? It must have been so, for |
here is the plume of the Huron-the |
words of Waukino were not the idle
notes Of a singing bird. The Hur-
ron's pledge must be redeemed, but
it must be done in Council" then
turning, he spoke a few words in the |
language of his tribe, and the major |
part of them retired to the outside |
of the building.
The chief then turned to Julia,
who had not learned her fate from |
his words, and said:
Daughter Of the pale-face, by the |
council tree of the Huron, the pledge
of Waukino must be presented and !
redeemed. In three hours you must
depart. Let the old man and squaw
be ready for the journey when the
young men Of the tribe have res
ted"
Then giving the feather again to |
Julia he departed. She, in her ex-
ertions for the deliverance of herpar-
ents, had neglected to turn toward !
them. She now looked, and beheld |
them apparently senseless. She
sprang to their side and raised theirI
faces from the cold floor, then utter
ing a piercing cry, she cast herself
ubon their silent forms and tainted. |
They were dead!
How long she lay in a state of in
sensiblity she knew not, but when !
she awoke she found herself borne |
ubon a hurdle made from the branch
les of the pine, by six tall Indians, |
while one, whom she recognized as |
the chief of the Hurons, led the van.
The horrid truth then burst upon |
her. Her much loved parents were
dead, her friends and neighbors had |
been routed or destroyed, and their
beautiful village was a smoldering
mass of ashes and blood.
For several days she hung between |
life and death. At length, as the
band wound round a low, woody hill, |
she heard the war hoop of the HUI
ron, welcoming the return Of the
party, and in a few minutes she saw
the tall form of Waukino beside her
hurdle. The Indian village was at
hand In 4 few moments she was in
IA comfortable wigwam, attended byI
an Indian maiden, and as the evening
shadows gathered darker around the |
village Of the forest, she fell asleep.
The shades of night were rapidly |
.retreating when a wild whoop sud
denly arose from the lodge Of the |
chief. 1t was answered BY a |
thousand echoes, and in a few mo-
.-aent5 the painted forms Of nu-
lnerous Indian warriors were seen