The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1870-04-04
THE
BRIDE OF DACOTAH.
A TALE OF THE DELAWAREs.


aroused the curiosity of the town below, and
people might be expected very shortly to
come up and see what it meant. This was
her idea, and it forced upon her the neces,
sity OF at once hiding Dacotah in some safe
retreat.
Expressing to him by signs the necessity
OF gaining the forest, Rosy Morn aided the
chief to rise; bu, alas he was very weak ::
his tottering limbs scarcely supported the
emaciated frame; and he needed all her
assistance to enable him to crawl slowly
toward the thicket. She was herself in 50 en-
feebled condition as to require q helping
hand for her own movements but still she
struggled with her weakness and with his,
buoyed up by the knowledge of how impor
tant her task was. She remembered
former occasion when her feebleness had
betrayed her into terrible affection; and
this time she WAS determined TO attain
her object. or die. So they oreps on ana
as she was the strongest OF the two she
helped her lover bravely.
At last Rosy Morn had the satisfaction OF
seeing Dscotah safely hidden within little
lair, sheltered by the clustering foliage OF
surrounding shrubs. Here she tended him
increasingly, watching over him night and
day, and preparing for him healthful po-
tons of herbs, which soon braced his nerves
and restored his vigor.
Thus Rosy Morn nursed and fed Dscotah,
it was not long before he was able to rise,
and set out with her upon their Journey to
rejoin their tribe. There was, how
ever, one bitter drop in their cup of sweets
Sometimes forgetting, for the moment,
Rosy Morn's affection, Dscotsh would pause
fNr rAnlu hon hn
take, his eyes would fill with tears, and he
would kiss her tenderly, and beg her to for
give his remissness. Poor fellow he held
this to be q punishment lmpos ed upon him
for the murder of the pale-face for sorrow
and suffering had humbled the proud spirit,
and the soft vice of repentance was some
times heard in his soul.
As they journeyed together through the
forest, Nature appears very beautiful aud
benefcent 10 them. They marveled that
they had never before realized TO it's full its
loneliness and splendour. Whether they
beheld it in the morning, with the dew
sparkling upon the petals OF the forest
flowers, and the old trees, waving their
stately boughs like giants, raising refreshed
or whether they gazed upon it at evening,
when the long shadows fell one into the
tranquility rested like spell upon al
Nature whether, at morning or evening
beneath the MONDAY brilliancy Or the mel
iowness Of the moon, Earth was still peer
less, lovely, benehcent beyond compare
and amid the singing OF birds, and the won
dering, timid peering of the countless It'll,
inhabitants Of the forest, Dseotah, and Rosy
Morn, hand in hand, went upon their CON
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of Delaware encampment, and could
distinguish the spreading sntlers and stated
form of an elk.
CHAPrsR VIII. AND LAST.
When the lovers saw the tents of their
tribe, they could not restrain their impa
thence. The longing for home at that mo
ment seemed more intense than ever. There
it was, the home trom which they had been
absent so long, until they had almost DIES
paired Of ever seeing it again Rosy Morn 6
heart tiuttered with mingle dread and Joy
dread lest that dear parent, whom she &c
tenderly loved. should have passed away IN
the lapse of time 10Y at the thought o.
meeting her if her fears should proved
groundIess.
By mutual sympathy they fastened then
steps, and were both running swiftly, Im pell
ed by the eagerness of their hearts but a.
they gained the camp, Dscosah remembered
that he was chief, and walked grsvely in
les. he should appear in the eyes of his war
riors guilty OF undignifed emotion Poor
human nature how ludicrous it is to Sc,
even in the savage of the backwoods thu
effort 10 appear well bred at the expense o
the highes, and noblest sentiments of which
the heart is capable
Rosy Morn was not long in recognizin!
her mother. She was much aged, but he
features were too well known by the delight
ed girl to be mistaken. She was sitting b.
the camp fire, and with vacant and stole
stare regarded the advancing couple, heed
ing little apparently either their approach o.
their business. Her thoughts seemed to b,
far away.
1t was not till Rosy Morn had got quite
close TO her mother, and stood holding OUT
her arms, as if waiting for a recognition
that the squaws attention became fixed upon
her But when their eyes met, the truth
flashed upon the mother. It was her daugh.
ter-it was Rosy Morn. With wild laugh
she flung herself into those outstretched
arms, and hid her streaming eyes upon the
neck of her daughter, calling her every
endearing name which her tongue could
utter, and bidding her speak to her, thai
she might know it was indeed her daughter
Oh the joy of that meeting But the
mother knew nothing of all that had befallen
the lovers since her daughter was stolen fro n
her she had that yet to learn. She kisse q
Dacotah, too, many times, and welcome
him back to his tribe with words full O
gladness and Of hope.
Taking Rosy Morn by the hand, hel
mother seated herself by her side at the FIRE
and babe her recount the story of her adven
lures since they had parted. But Rosy
Morn looked up into her mothers face with
a sweet smile Of mingled resignation and
oontentment, and shaking her head, LAID her
finger upon her lips, and then held it aloft
pointing to the SUM- A dark shade crossed
the countenance of the squaw. Her JOY
was dashed. The face of the old woman
who had fallen by her hand rose up again
In Judgment upon her, and she felt that the
sun, the benehcent spirit, had laid this ever
lasting punishment upon her to remind her
of the Nervousness of murder. Great was
her gratitude, however, in having found her
daughter, and with resignation she accepted
the slighter cl,astisement as a substitute for
her former hopeless afiiiction.
Dacotah was soon surrounded with the
warriors, and his welcome was a very hearty
one. The old Delaware who had been made
their chief in the absence of their legitimate
leader, surrendered his post with beautiful
magnanimity, now that the real chief had
returned; and Dacotah, reluctant as ne
was to deprive so worthy a representative
of his authority, was Obliged to
resume his dignities, at the general re-
quest of the tribe. But the prettiest
incident of the day was when one of the
little children of the camp, running up to
the tamely browsing elk, snatched from his
bTach'ng antlers .or. of cypress immortells
which some careful hand had laid upon
them, in memory of the day when the AMI.
NAL came into the possession of the tribe, q
day mournful in its traditions.
"Elkv shall wear cypress M rno..