The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-06-08
Cohuttah's woodland wales, none but an
exiles heart CAN ever know.

As Don Pedro's love grew stronger and
truer, it became also purer, and with it
mingled visions of childhood spent by a
mothers knee, hearkening to the story of
the pure Virgin Mother and her holy
babe, whose lowly birth heralded saliva
ton to fallen world.
With lowly reverence, he related the
wonderful story of divine love, which
fell tenderly upon and sank deeply into
Cohuttah's heart, already prepared by
human love for all gentle and kindly in
fuences. A glittering cross, which he
had worn upon his heart from earliest
childhood, Don Pedro, with solemn sere-
monial, placed upon Cohuttah's breast,
and fervently implored for her the pecul-
lar favor and protection of the Virgin
Mother and her heavenly babe. 1t was
thus in earnest but guileless wooing
passed away the "Moon of Leaves"
One bright, blue, cloudless day in June,
Don Pedro told his love, and begged CO.
huttah to be his wife, but In accents of
pain the girl only murmured, "Ahmeek !
Ahmeek I 1t was the first time she had
ever spoken the name of Ahmeek to Don
Pedro, and yet Cohuttah's was truthful
heart, she had simply forgotten the exis-
tence of the absent Ahmeek, and the now
CALLING chains which bound her to him.
1t was long time before Don Pedro
could gather from the maiden the mean
ing of her anguish cry of the words
"Ahmeek! Ahmeekw but when he did
comprehend that the Princess was the
sworn bride of another, his grief and
indignation knew no bounds. He threw
his arms around her, pressed her closely
to his heart declaring that Cohuttah,
his beautiful Cohuttah, should be Doh
Pedro's bride; for to him only was she
bound by the strong cords of love. Don
Pedro urged Cohuttah to fly with him, to
the princely balls of his noble father
who, he said, would proudly welcome as
daughter the Princess Cohuttah. But
the maiden only murmured: "No's',
no'sal (my aather, my father!) Cohuttah
is the sun, moon and stars of Connisau-
gas wigwam"
"Then, I will beg him to give me my
beautiful Cohuttah, and the proud Span
lard Don Pedro will dwell as son with
the Cherokee brave for the great love he
bears for his darling Cohuttahl" said
Don Pedro, passionately.
"Ahmeek Ahmeek!~ hoarsely muir
INJURED The girl, twill kill Cohuttah's
love-" Then, passing her hands with
childish simplicity and tenderness
through the soft rings of her lovers
hair, Cohuttah wept as she softly whis-
pered; "Pretty scalp, pretty scalpp
Don Pedro read the thoughts of the
artless child of the forest, and, lifting
himself haughtily and scornfully, he
said: ga Spanish cavalier fears no false
hearted warrior of your savage race p
A look, not of resentment, but Of patient
sorrow, crossed the girls face, she under
stood but too we'll the scorn expressed
for her people; but Cohuttah's was a
woman's love-a love which endureth all
thingsl
Don Pedro saw the pain he had given,
and taking her tenderly in his arms, he
whispered softly: "Don Pedro lives only
in the light of Cohuttah's eyesl Don
Pedro loves only Connisauga's child"
The lovers continued to meet a few
days longer, but Cohuttah's once bright
face grew each day more sadly sad. At
last the great day of sorrow came, and
Don Pedro kept his tryst alone. Just as
he was leaving their place of rendezvous,
little Indian girl brought message
from Cohuttah and the cherished cross as
a pledge of her truthfnlness. The mes
sage ran thus: ''There is danger to the
pale-faced brave. Come no more to the
warriors wigwam. Linger not under
+ the beech trees shade. Await Cohuttah
where the big poplar droops over the
lovers leap"
For three days Don Pedro watched
and waited vainly by the poplar tree.
On the fourth morning Cohuttah came,
but her step was timid, her eye was sad
and heavy, and she startled at every
rustling leaf.
"Ahmeek has come! Ahmeek is angry
and jealous! Ahmeek has killed poor
Carlos We are watched! we are be-
trayedw and the poor girl wept piteous-
ly. "Ahmeek," she continued, 'has
gone this morning with party to fish in
the Coosawattie, ane, Cohuttah has come
to say goodbye forever to Don Pedro
and happiness" Scarcely had the words
passed her lips when she uttered shrill
cry of fear, and throwing herself in front
OF her love, with one arm clasped around
his neck, she shielded his heart, and
received in her own an arrow aimed at
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but for the strong arm of protecting love
thrown around her. Her last conscious
glance was to her Pedro's face, and her
last words in soft Spanish were MUIR
INJURED: "Don Pedro, my only love"
Rapidly another arrow was aimed at
Don Pedro's heart, but missed. Then
followed a wild yell, and Ahmeek, with
uplifted tomahawk, stood before the
Spaniard. The knight drew his glitter
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