The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-08-08


even the horrible pleasure of gratifv-
ing his vengeance, which caused bis
heart to palpitate with an Internal iov.
could change his stoical countenance.
My brother the white warrior" said
he, continuing to Whet his knife with
the utmost GOODNESS, knows very well
that he can insult the Potawatamie
with impunity, because the Potawata-
ME is 4 coward, and would rather run
than fight Does my brother now
wish to make peace with his friend
the Potawatamie He can speak if
lie wishes, and name his terms. for he
Is free Then, suddenly assuming a
ferocious air, he Strengthened himself
up, and fixing his euiamed ewes on the
young officer, said: My brother the
white warrior can now chant his death
song, because he must die. And
brandishing his knife, he plunged it
into his throat, while another of these
monsters caught the blood in a little
copper kettle The rest Of the say
ages then kicked and stamped upon
the body with the most internal wells
and cCntOrtiOns. The death-lattle of
the poor victim, mingling with these
hOwls, reached the ears Of the young
girl, and she shook in cCnyulsion Of
horror. At last it all ceased. The
victim had been inundated. Pushing
aside the corpse with his foot. the
Potawatamie, followed by his com
panions, came again toward the house.
"Ia hal SO YOU would not tell us
where your friend, the white warrior,
was p cried the Indian, as he entered
the room. " cry well, since YOU love
him so much, YOU shall drink his
blood Nine. Baby, pale as a mar
ble statute, drew herself up firmly.
you can kill me, said she, but YOU
can never make me drink it - The
young girl had tainted, and was lying
at her mothers feet They seized
hold Of Nine. Baby, and tried to force
open her mouth; but falling in their
efforts, they threw the contents Of the
vessel in her face, and left the house.
Several months had elapsed since
the events had taken place which we
have just narrated 1t was night. In
the centre of the garden. simple black
cross had been erected on the SPOT
where the unfortunate young man had
been massacred. No inscription re-
vealed to the passer-by either the name
Of the victim or the fatal circumstances
Of his death. Alas. it was written
forever in characters of blood on the
hearts OF the family. Every evening,
the superintendent, with his wife. chill
dren and servants, assembled at the
foot of the cross, to pray for the re-
pose of the soul of his unfortunate
friend. On this especial evening, all
the family had as usual visited the
grave, and returned to the house, ex-
cept the young girl, who, dressed in
deep mourning, still remained kneel-
inc at the foot of the sombre mOnu-
ment. She was very pale, and there
was an expression of the most effabIe
sadness on her face. The evening dew
had almost entirely uncurled her long
ringlets, which now hung in disorder
around her checks. Ou might have
mistaken her for a statute of grief
From the clear, high heaven above,
the moon poured floods of melancholy
light Its dreamy rays fell on the
sod at the foot Of the cross and on the
face Of the young girl like a thought
from bcvOud the tOmb-liks n silent
ana graUeIuI sign frOm the innocent
victim whose memory had left so ten
der aud anguishing an impression in
her soul. Her lips moved in ardent
prayer-praver, that celestial solace
Of the grief-stricken heart, the smile
Of the angels through the tears of
earth. For long time she thus 81
lentIy held communion with her God,
breathing ont her prayers with signs
and tears, as she knelt at the foot of
the cross. on the sod still damp with
the victims blood. At last she rose,
and was about to leave, when, raising
her eyes for a moment, she thought
she saw q shadow moving across an
opening in the wall Of shed near by
A cloud, at that moment passing over
the moon, prevented her from distin-
gushing what the object was. She
waited a moment until the cloud had
passed over. when what was her as
constituent to see a human face in the
aperture! 1t must be a rObber she
thought, and yet she knew positively
that the gate was wei secured. He
will find himself nicely caught when
the servants come to lock up" said
She to herself BY degrees, however,
the head was pushed more and more
through the air-hole, and gradually
emerged from the obscurity. At the
same moment, the moonlight fell clear
and full on the face. The young girl
actually shivered. She recognized it
but too well it was impossible to be
mistaken. 1t was he she recognized
perfectly his copper skin, his hard,
ferocious features, and his yellowish
eyes, rolling in their sockets. 1t was
indeed the Potawatamie, the murder
er of the young oflicerf
Her first thought was flight, but an
invincible curiosity fastened her to the
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