The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-02-22

Though small your deeds of kindness,
FL And low the words of love,
s& The Recording Angel writes them
~ In glowing lines above.
~ Then love and help each other,
~ For to you this charge is given
IA And In lifting others burdens
%G You lift your soul to heaven.
1.-THE TRUTHFUL INDIAN OR, THE THREE
IA DAYS OF SUSPENSE.
M One of the first settlers in Western New
YORK was Judge White, who established
himself at Whitestown, about four miles
from Utica. He brought his family with
IS him, among whom was widowed daugh-
h ther with an only child-a fine boy, about
s four years old. At that time the country
q around was an unbroken forest, and this
3 was the domain of the savage tribes.
Judge White saw the necessity of keep
4 ing on good terms with the Indians, for, as
he was nearly alone, he was completely at
their mercy. Accordingly he took every
opportunity to assure them of his kindly
feelings, and to secure their good will in
y turn. Several of the chiefs came to see
Z him, and seemed pacific. But there was
one thing that troubled him an aged
chief of the Oneida tribe, and one of great
y Influence, had not yet been to see him, nor
sscould he ascertain the views and feelings
Of the sachem in respect to his settlement
T in that region. At last he sent him mes
\ sage, and the answer was that the chief
Il would visit him on the morrow.
"a True to his appointment, the sachem
came; Judge White received him with
marks of respect, and introduced him to
his wife, his daughter, and her little boy.
q The interview that followed was interest
8 ing. Upon its result the Judge was con-
81 WINGED his security might depend, and
& therefore he was exceedingly anxious to
make favorable impression upon the dis
tinguished chief. He expressed his desire
to settle in the country, to live on terms
of amity and good fellowship with the In
dams, and to be useful to them, by intro
ducing among them the arts of civiliza-
ton.
The chief heard him out, and then said {:
-"Brother, you ask much, and you pro-
mise much. What pledge can you give
4 me of your faiths The white mans word
may be good to the white man, yet it is
q wind when spoken to the Indian"
81 have put my life in your hands" said
a the Judge, "is it not evidence of my
good intention have placed confidence
@ in the Indian, and will not believe he will
abuse or betray the trust that is thus re-
Il posed"
$50 much is WE'LL" replied the chief,
q ''the Indian will repay confidence with
confidence : if you will trust, he will trust
you. Let this boy go with me to my
wigwam. will bring. him back in three
days with my answer"
If an arrow had pierced the bosom of
the mother, she could not have felt deep
er pang than went to her heart as the In
dian made this proposal. She sprang for
ward, and running to the boy, who stood
at the side of the sache m, looking into his
face with pleased wonder and admiration,
she encircled him in her arms, and, pres
sing him to her bosom, was about to Hy
from the room. A gloomy and ominous
frown came over the sachem's brow, but he
did not speak.
But not 80 with Judge White. He knew
that the success of their enterprise-the
lives of his famiiy-depeDded upon the
decision of moment.
"Stay, stay, my daughterw he said,
"bring back the boy, beseech you. He
is not more to you than to NE. l would
not risk hair of his head. But, my child,
he must go with the chief. God will watch
over him. He will be as safe in the sac
hem's wigwam as beneath our own roof
The agonized mother hestated q mo-
ment, she then slowly returned, placing
the boy on the knee of the chief, and kneel-
ing at his feet, burst into Hood Of tears
The gloom passed away from the sac
hem's brow, but he said not word. He
arose and departed.
shall not attempt to describe the agony
of the mother for the ensuing three days
She was agitated by contendiug hopes ano
fears. In the night che awoke from sleep
seeming to hear the screams of the child
calling on lite mother for help. But the
time wore slowly away, and the third day
came. How slowly did the hours pass
the morning waned away, noon arrived
gloom over the whole household. The
mother was pale and silent Judge White
walked the floor to and fro, going every
few minutes to the door, and looking
through the opening in the forest towards
the sachem's abode.
At the last rays of the setting sun were
thrown upon the tops of the trees around
the eagle feathers of the chief were seer
dancing above the bushes in the dlstanc
He advanced rapidly, and the little boy
was at his side. He was gaiIy attired as 8
young chief, his feet being dressed in moe
casins, fine beaver skin was on bill
shoulders, and eagles feathers were stuet
in his hair. He was in excellent spirltt
and 30 proud was he of his hOnOrs, that h'
seemed two inches taller than he was be
fore. He was soon 10 his mOther's arms
and in that brief minute she seemed e Pas