The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-10-27

Harnett felt the soothing influences OF ,h
l,almy Summer evening He vAsA, pese
with himself and al the world. aud lister
ed 10 the childish chatter OF his onl
! daughter, who sal beside him on rusti
bench in tho old.iAshioned garden, Shil
he conismplativsly smoked his after din
ner cigar.
Suddenly there appeared before him .
unwelcome and unexpected guest On
glance ai her vas enough 10 destroy all hi
previous luxurious ease Of mind aud body
without waiting for the menacing word
which. without waiting courteous preface
fell from her lips.
Why do you prosecute my rscs. Juds
Harnettf
Begone. NushbAvun! returned ths judge
Twill not bsgons. Judge Harnett. unit
l have said my say.
you will not 20 Of your own sccord
will have you driven or continued th'
Judge, a slight trace Of amusement - vel
rs anger in his tones.
You cannot and dare not answered th'
intruder, slowly and with determination
ss she took step or two nearer, and look
ed him squarely in the eyes.
The defendant was al old, malicious
looking Indian, named Nushbawun. Sh,
was the last OF her tribe who remained il
the neighborhood OF Milford. Indeed
there were not hundred Of her race to bt
found in the whole state Of N. and she
herself was not even half civilized. She
bore an uncanny reputation. Those who
scorned TO own themselves weak enough
to believe in witchcraft or diabolism. said
she was a thievish, hypocritical old squsw
others, less strong minded, feared her. and
tried to propitiste her; not that they really
believed that she was witch. or had the
"eyil eye'--if their own statements might
be trusted.
SO what with herb medicines for the
sick. whether man or beast; her we'll
made baskets, her charms and philters
sold on the sly TO credulons lovers, aud
her prophecies OF future events for the be.
lieving or the frolicsome, old Nushbawun
drove thriving trade and WAS power in
and around Milford.
have mission to you, Judge Harpett.
from my people, continued she, after .
moment Of defiant silence, which you
must hear. In Congress, eight days ago,
Why Nushbawun, do you read the news
papers? asked the Judge, with laugh.
mo But your words were scarcely cold
upon your lips before they reached me
and others whom you .slandersd. All,
you jeer at me; you say am humbug,
q deceiver, but there are things beyond
your ken; things---
Nushbawun, interrupted the judge.
what is it you want? Tell me at once, or
my servants shall turn you out.
What do want? Justice! Justice!
almost screamed the woman. Justice for
my race, for the owners OF this land which
You and your fathers wrestled from Us
with lying promises!
Inever stole your land. My ancestors
bought this farm, and many an acre more,
from your forefathers, and paid them their
price.
Yes, your land was honestly gained,
But it is you who have wronged us. You
said-and your words were printed and
scattered far and wide--that the Indian is
q drunken, dirty. thievish, murderous,
lying animal. Did you not say itf
Yes. or words to that effect What Of
il.
Tomorrow you return to Washington;
when you get there you must unsay those
Imustl interrupted the Judge, in amused
Yes. you must; command il! l com
mand you to deny your statement.
And Nushbawun spoke suthoratively.
One might have fancied her . dusky
queen issuing powerful edicts
See here. Nushbawun; don't waste your
breath; you know you cant impose upon
me; don't care two straws for your COM
nands. Your familiar--black cat, or
whatever you pretend it to be--imformed
vou correctly as to my speech. and ] re-
peat it now. What is more l tell you to
Tour face that you are one Of the worst Of
he whole gang. Too lazy to work. you
wiring money. food and clothing from
fools by pretending to tell for
unes; TO conjure evil spirits out or into
men and besais. You are not murderous
,nly because you live within reach Of the
aw which unfortunately for us. your com.
'ades in the far West do not.
Then you reAise to do us justice?
am one Of the unsentimental few who
10 render you justice! Others, who know
ess about you. prate about the noble red
nan. the ill.used owner Of the soil, !, il
,ould do H. wonld put an end TO ninety |
iine hundredths Of you and wipe you OF
he face OF the earth. answered the judge,
,ot angrily, but firmly.
Now Nushbswun was not picturesque
Iqusw. Her long, unkempt black hair |
from beneath aman's hat and
ell Elm eli locks over an evil face. Her
,yes were bleared. wstery and wicked.
Fumes Of bad whiskey issued from her
Arge lips and jagged fAng.like teeth; her
inger we're long. clsw-like and grimy
md her apparel WAS .nondescript both as
o color aud material.
As the judge boldly declared his opin.
on Of the red msn she glAred st him with
hatred Ia every feature. When |