The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1875-11-09

SKY right over the meeting mouse. Hlll
and plain and valley lay basking in the
sun. Afar were seen pleasant farm
houses embossed in trees, delightful
slips of4green meadow, and then came
the blue distance where earth and sky
seemed 10 melt into one.
But not on the distance looked Percy !;
ms on the blue sky,tke glad hills or lux
ID hnt orchards Ffissstraining eyes saw
buHthe valley at his feet, the Quaker
temple, the quiet graveyard.
'sMy dream my dream!' he shrek
ed ssthis is the valley of my dream, and
yonder is the graveyard. l am fated to
die upon this feldw
No words could shake this belief
Seeking his brother officers, Lord Percy
bestowed some token OF remembrance
on each of them, gave his dearest friend
last farewell for his betrothed, now far
away in the lofty halls Of ducal pal
ace, and then, with pale cheek and
flashing eye, rode forth to battle.
And now look at him, as with his dark
hair flying in the wind, he nears the
graveyard wall He raised his form in
,the stirrups and cast one flashing glance
Iover his trooper band in forest green
and then his eye was fixed upon the
graveyard.
| All was silent there Not shot from
the church windows; not rife blazed
| from the dark grey wall. There was
that dark grey wall rising some thirty
PAGES distant-there we're green mounds
softened by the rays Of the sun pouring
| from that parted cloud and there, back
in the graveyard, under the shelter Of
trees, is ranged warrior band Glad like
his own forest green, and the form Of a
proud chieftain, mounted on gold -hued
steed, lowered in their midst
That chieftain is Captain Waldamar, a
brave partisan leader from the wild hills
of the Santee. His bronzed cheek, his
long dark hair, his well-proportioned
form, his keen, dark eye, all mark his
relationship to the Indian girl Of Caro-
lima.
Little does Lord Percy think, as he
rides madly toward that graveyard, that
that.haif Indian brother was waiting for
| him with bullet and sword.
On, with the impulse of an avalanche,
sweep the British troopers, behind them
follow the infantry with fixed bayonets,
before them is nothing but the peaceful
graveyard sward. They reach the wall
their horses are rearing for the leap
when, 10! what means this miracle3
E Starting from the very earth, long
|iine of bold backwood start up
from behind the wall, their rifles poised
at their shoulders and their aim of death
steady and sure. a sheet of fire CLEAN
ed over the graveyard wall, pouring
forth full in the face of the British sol.
diers; clouds of pale blue smoke arose
to heaven, and as it slowly rose on the
peaceful air, this horrid sight presented
itself: Where. but moment ago, thirty
troopers rushed forward breasting the
graveyard wall, now were seen thirty
mad war horses, rearing wildly aloft and
trampling their riders faces in the dust
Lord Percy was left alone with the Brit
ish banner in his hand, his horses hoofs
upon the wall.
"On, Britons, on! !' shouted Percy
turning in wild haste to the advancing
columns of infantry, son, and revenge
your fallen comrades" !"
At the same moment, from the farther
extreme of the graveyard, was heard the
deep.toned shout:
.sRiders of Santee, upon these British
robbers! Upon these British robbers
| Who redden our soil with the blood O.
its children!f'
And then the British Infantry, and
then the other bands of British troop
ers came pouring over that fatal wal
upon the graveyard swatd.
Then crashing on in one fierce bolt o
battle, that band of rangers burst upoI
the British bayonets. There was eros
sing of swords and waving of banners
steeds mingled with steeds, green uni
forms with green uniforms, and scarle
with green. Now right and now left
now backward, now Sard-whirlet
the fierce Whirlpool Of that fight, Ant
there seen distinctly and clearly amit
the bloody turmoil of that battle, tw,
forms clad in green and gold, mounted
on golden-hued steeds, with a ga,lan
band of sworn brothers around them
fought their way to each others hearts
Percy and the dark.visaged Waldema
met in battle.
i Unknown to each other, the brother
crossed their swords-the child of th
tproud English countess and the son Q
, the wild Indian girl Both mounted O
golden-hued steeds, both attired in dar
green velvet, that strange Resemblance
Of brotherhood stamped on each face
they met in deadly combat.
n Was not this fate?
Their swords crossed, and rose an
} fe!l-there was rapid sound of clash
ing steel, and then, with his brother
sword driven through his heart, Lor
Percy lell.
The Indian girl was avenged.
A wild whirl of the fight separate
Captain Waldemar from his brother
al Bat the battle is past. In the deep S
/ fence of that night which brooded owe
: the slain, this son of the Indian gi
!, sought out the corpse OF the Englis
a lord from the heaps of dead Bendin
down by the light of the moon he pt
rused the pale face of Lord Percy; b
d tore the packet from his bosom-he rea
|, the testimonial of his mothers MARI
b age-he read offers of favor and patron
3 age from The old earl 10 the Indian W,
b mans son. Then he knew he held Il
r dead body of his brother in bis arms
s. Then lie tore those offers of favor inl
is rags. but placed the marriage testimon
ais close to his heart. And then he
! that half Indian man, in whose veil
,e flowed the blood of long line of Ind
s an kings, mingled with the royal bloc
is OF England-he, with tears in his da
Ieyes. scooped grave for his broth
q and buried him there.
IS And that fair young maiden, gazil
le FROM tue windows OF that dqcal pala
IN far away in wonder English isle. AVA