The Republican journal., 1873-08-28

nm ike the death grapple of drowning
man, sinking him down, down, into dark
ness and death. This was followed by Il
calm thousand times more terrible-thc
creeping agony of despair, that brings
with it no power of resistance
1T was as if the dead could feel
The icy worm around him steal.''
Such, for many days, was the state of
Cornelius Campbell Those who knew
and reverenced him feared that the spark
Of reason was for ever extinguished. But
it rekindled again, and with it came
wild, demoniac spirit of revenge. The
death-groan of Chocorua would make him
smile in his dreams; and, when he walked,
death seemed too pititul a vengeance for
the anguish that was eating into his very
soul
Chocorua's brethren We're absent on Il
hunting expedition at the time he commit
ted the murder; and those who watched
his movements observed that he frequent
ly climbed the high precipice which after
ward took his name, probably looking out
for indications of their return
Here Cornelius Campbell resolved to
effect his deadly purpose. 4 party was
formed, under his guidance, to cut off all
| chance of retreat, and the dark-minded
prophet was to be hunted like a wild beast
to his lair.
The morning sun had scarcely cleared
away the togs, when Chocorua started at
a loud voice from beneath the precipce
commanding him to throw himself into
the deep abyss below. He knew the voice
Of his enemy, and replied with an Indian 5
| calmness, The Great Spirit gave life to
Chocorua and Chocorua will not throw
it away at the command of a white man -
''Then hear the Great Spirit speak in the
| white mans thunderm exclaimed Cornelius
| Campbell, as he pointed his gun to the
| precipice. Chocorua, though fierce and
fearless rs a panther, had never overcome
his dread of firearms. He placed his hands
upon his ears to shut out the stunning re-
| port; the next moment the blood bubbled
from his neck, and he reeled teartulIv on
the edge of the precipice. But he recover
Ell himself, and raising himself on his
hands, he spoke in Il loud voice that grew
more terrific as its huskiness increased. "A
curse upon We, white men MAY the
Great Spirit curse We when He speaks III
the rlnnds and His words are fire Che
corua had son-and We killed him while
the sky looked bright Lightning blast
Your crops. Wind and fire destroy youl
dwellings Tie Evil Spirit breathe death
upon your cattle! Your graves lie in tn,
ar-palh of the Indian! Panthers now,
and wolves fatten over your bones! Cho
corua goes to the Great Spirit-his curse
stays with the white men -
The prophet sank upon the ground, Still
uttering inaudible curses, and they left hi:
bones to whiten in the sun. But his curse
rested on the settlement. The tomahawl
and scalping knife We're busy among them
the winds tore up trees and hurled then
at their dwellings,, their crops We're blast
ed, their cattle died, aud sickness came OF
their strongest men. At last the remnant
Of them departed from the fatal spot /,
mingle with more populous and prosper
Gus colonies. Cornelius Campbell became
q hermit, seldom seeking or seeing hi,
fellow men; and two years after he was
found dead in his hut
10 this day the town of Burton, in New
Hampshire, is remarkable for Il pestilenct
which infects its cattle; and the superstit
Gus think that Chocorua's spirit still sit:
enthroned upon his precipce