Oregon Republican. [volume] (Dallas, Or.) 1870-1872, 1871-09-02
o he Orfgon 9epublican.
DALLAS, SATURDAY, SEPT. 2
SWEETwATER. June |. 1851.

hat they carried her away captiv,
Tune. I'd Just as | was about to han
he above to returning miner, who's
We met this afternoon, a band of Ind
rs appeared in sight, and to our gret
stonishment, rode up to the Captai
md deposited on the ground before hin
he girl spoken of above, unharned.- =
Old Paper.
Sweet maiden, on the desert plain
Where your alher's dust is lain,
Where your loving mothers wall
Was breathed beneath the moonlight pale
For your weifare-when the glare
of savage strife lit up the gloom
Around the spot whore now's her tomb.
With CALLING thongs they bound your limb
AS shrinking fear your vision dims,
Gloom now unbrokcn, sullen dire,
And clouds emitting liquid fire,
The march commenced through forest wild
Through valleys dim and steep dofiles.
The startled wolf from out his lair,
Ran bowling in the lightning's glare;
The catamount shifts up the gale,
And closely follows on the trail,
With CORY jaws and eyes like fire.
On plumber bent and slaughter dire.
AT last the toiisome journeys DER,
Her hands they now are bound no more,
She TO the wigwam of the chief
Is driven. There, in bold relief,
Sits he on great carved stone,
Like some grim monarch on a throne.
HCaptiye, my warriors you have brought
You're fairly won in battle fought
And by the rules of our stern race,
Tomorrow ends your earthly race;
ka tbn hrank
OF day, for then you at the stake
Shall suffer death-your doom is scaled
For from my judgment ue'er appealed
A captive YETI Oh spirit great,
Have mercy eer it be too late
Thus spake the chief, with visage dim,
As, covering in the twilight grim,
This maiden fair, in sore alright,
PRAYED TO God that lie that night
Would take her from the earth away,
That she ne'er might sec the coming day.
Then, with pleadings faint and low,
She told the chiet her tale of Woe;
How her mother, father, friends
Had been murdered and the ends
That the Indians had used
Had been unfair. But he refused
To hear her more" Guards" he calls,
stake her away; and e'er falls
The curtain from the orb oEday,
Have her at the stake | say"
They bore her off, and round her placed
A line of stalwart guards-and traced
Against the yellow mountains side
Their forms outlined, Oh. woe betide
The hapless victim of their care;
For each passing breath of air,
Each moment of the nj hit and gloom,
Brings her nearer to the tomb.
Deep in the darkness roHnd the camp,
The firefy flashed his eiittering laup
Then. borne upon the passing gale.
Was heard the owls low dismal wall,
Which seemed to tell of deeds OF woe,
OF battles fought tween bittcrest foe,
OF dreadful slaughter, fell and dire,
or victims burned on funeral pyre
of graves low in the desert sands,
Unmarked by stone or loving hands;
The sky above their monument,
Low walls the owl his low lament.
Far in the East blaze red
Shot up in glory from the bed
OF rising sun, the earth awake;
In prayerful silence at the taka
The maiden calm serene and cold,
In plaintiye prayer she did unfold
Her heart to God" Oh mercy, Lord,
Oh Jesus help with one accord,
Save me from this torture dire,
Oh let me 'scape this funeral pyre."
The chief calls out-"Apply the fire
To the faggots, and inspire
Your children gladly to behold
The maddened fire god in his fold;
Lap round the coward pale face vile,
Who comes amongst us to defic
Our lovely land with plow and cart
Tell them to watch with gleefui heart"
But scarce bad been applied the blaze,
Till in the horizon haze
Was seen arising like shroId
It then assumed the form of cloud
Of pitchy blackness-then q strain
OF thunder deafening-the the rain
In one vast volume il was poured
Upon the earth--the thunder roared
And shook the very mountains firm
TO their foundations then for term
The rain it ceased the fire was out
The steaming faggots round about
Lay scattered the maiden fair
Stood undaunted but desT air
Upon the yisage of the chief
as plainly marked he found relief
In uttered words--'' Take her away
Haste ! Don't tarry on the way
Until Ger pale faced friends are found
The spirit great has cursed this ground.
Then tenderly on charger feet
They drew her lovely form and sweet,
All limp and hfeless now--the trial
Had made herfaint-but Ger the pain,
Swift few the Indians, till a train
Of travellers in the distance seen
Are loudly haiIed--then, quick as thought,
The captiye's to the captain brought.
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Was it fate that interfered,
And the savages deferred
From numbering her TITS more fair
To think that God had answered prayer.