The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1874-07-22
For he IntsllIEsneG.
LEGENDARY.


1rWn1. TEuHMLN.
sllen and grin the Shawnee stood
u ne mufky made Of lie gloomy wood:
On his hands Wtre siAinl Of innocent blood
His culver va empty, his bow uustrapp.
And loosely GthVait his am they sWunR,
And down IRON his WAnpan belt there hung
A tangled mas Of wuman's bright haIr,
Fit for monAFeh's bride 70 VeIf,
sunny and golden and Nonar0as fair.
There's . dim blus light who're the dead wood
Ike iitus round heap. Of damp ar. als,
That CLEAN In the night nks panther eyes.
And The wtll-o' the-wisp o'es the marshy ground,
Through the dark and The mist d floating round,
A. II hunting for something that ntVu was
found.
Up and down, like miniature chip,
IhN follows the stream With IT. sven and dip
With light llke the AuEh Of mAiden's LIP.
And the whip poor.will In the moonlIG world
Il telling his story 20 often told:
A story that never 70 hin grows Cd
And the death watch tick anon 10 heard,
As it leltelAd home BY the wind 10 stirred:
It beIts like the heart Of . wounded bird.
And the leaves drop down with noisless sweep,
O'Gnpreading the dAisiea Nhefe the wild vines
creep,
As mother would cover her ehIId 70 sleep.
Nov maiden with step like the falling Inov,
with parted lips and cheeks ali 1gloW,
o'eishAdoWed By treGses in dark ripping Cow.
Steals into the depths Of the midnight gloom,
Through the euEtained door Of her wig.WLm
That Is tossed in the wind Ike tho ocean foam.
The serpent pOIses ib copper head,
WIN VillAtnous CLEAN IN It's eye balls red,
10 the path where her nAEeA foot has tread.
With murderous hiss Il coils 70 spFInR:
There's death Ia the touch Of It's poisoned sting,
Bot The maiden has fed Like = hunted thing.
Timidity nestes deep down in her eyes,
III ~ 70 her trysting signal replies,
Then her beautiful hair on his bosom lies.
Hank, shArp report a. the riae spoke.
flashing Rle1m and q wreath OF smoke,
A leaden ball like the lightning stroke.
And the Shawnee falls ct the rife breath,
Bat lie ecorns 70 utter RToAn in death,
AND HE HE blood Teddens the moss grown
heath.
She e.inRs 70 him sui with wildwood gtee,
Her l1sAes lust sweeping his Ashen lace,
And her lover dies In the maidens embrace.
swim IS fEleon with storm driven vinRs,
LoR4,d the dnsky mAiden.A hunter syringe,
Whih giitteEtng blade in the air he sWings.
A dim light CLEANS from the polished steel,
Like streak on the sea o. the steamers keel, =
As the waters are torn By the pondefous wheel.
The blade links deEp in the QuiYerinE form
And the mAidens Asleep with nel brave gendGrm
Hef head i!es stll on his neETeless arm.
The years roll on with record sublime,
And the forests are swept by the tide OF time,
HID the hum OF wheels and the church bells
chime.
Again Is before IN the even.tlde,
maiden stands by her lovers side.
And plAyfally witches the leaves aside.
Neekly her eyes 70 the sword are turned,
Asthe COINS the lessons her heart has learned;
Lessons that never tine woman Epurntd.
But her heart stands sill with Wild alright,
And her blood runs ehiEi 81 The sieknIDg sigAt,
VI human bones al feshed and white.
Two skeletons locked In deaths embrace,
Lying hand In hand and face 70 face;
Bat nothing more could the lovers trace.