The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1881-04-16

a place of rest, and whilst reclining. the young
girl who had first welcomed me brOug in and laid
before me, a STRIP Of birch bark, upon which
was placed piece Of broiled game meat, and
piece Of hOney-comb. My fatigue and appetite
gave exquisite relish to this food and whilst
partakng, old Indian man appeared. The
bright young hostess eagerly explained to him
the particulars connected with my arrival, to
which he listened with a solemn and kindly ex-
preston; and after he had caused several
enquiries to be made, l learned that was half
days journey or about ID miles distant from
Trois Rivieres.
When l awoke in the morning | was leyerish
and sore, and the old Indian who had promised
to conduct me back to my friends, said l could
not 90 with him, would be very sick on the
way, he would 20 alone, and bring some one
back with him, and so | remained to rest in the
hut TIL / got we'll The girl who told me her
name was Metayah, was all sOlcitude TO wait on
me. Her bright, light brown face, was beaming
with intelligence and kindly interest She
brought 10 me tame squirrel for my amusement;
she placed upjn my feet, pair Of prettily
beaded buckskin mOcassins: and offered me a very
nice foxskin cap. The attentions and pretty
sprightly ways Of Metayah aroused me: for | was
not sick enough to be confined to a couch long.
And when | was out Of doors with her, she hast
ened to show where her squirrel lodged and
then where they had just got a large supply Of
honey. She led me TO where large maple tree
lay PROSTATE. Its great trunk hollow;
pieces had been ripped out, and disclosed large
opening, in which were to be seen large cakes Of
hOney-cOmb, about which a multitude Of bees
were buzzing. We reused up a smoulderng fire,
and made more smoke, and drove away the bees,
and got pieces Of honey-comb. And then
Metayah led me through the woods to a small
stream, and showed me some fine engineering
work of the beavers who had constructed dam;
and we examined some otter holes then we
found a BObO-link : nest, and | took the pretty
cOlored eggs, and puncturlng holes at each end.
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emptied shells upon a string. placed them
around Metayah's neck, and then rested in a
lovely little grassy nook or glen, where pretty
dOgwOOd blossoms abOunded and these threaded
upon some rushes l had gathered in the creek,
and made wreaths for the neck of Metayah, who
looked very beautiful, as | stood before her, and
bound them round her neck The unallOyed Joy
of the first innocent paradise was ours and here
my bright and happy companion told me with
her broken language how she had received some
instruction from the good Grey Sisters at l. As
sumption, and she showed me little silver cross
and beads, given TO her for good behavior, which
she wore around her neck partly hidden inside
her plain gown, and she said she would go by
and by, to stay with the Hotel Dieu Sisters In
Montreal to learn TO be a teacher among Indians |
and then she would be me at st. Sulpice
The next day when the old Indian and my |
friend Schick arrived with Canadian pony to |
bear me back, Metayah was oppressed and dis |
consulate. Her grief unreserved, and she |
reproa ched me for being willing to leave her. My
heart touched by the tears of my very pretty |
young Indian hostess; and so | entreated my men
tor 10 stay day and night with our Indian friends
and he learned that there were many more
Indians IN the vicinity, who could afford him some
sport In hunting, and as he liked little adven- |
ture, and withal was happy to find me all safe,
he consented to rough 1t for night in the forest
hut.
The next day, whilst my friend was with a
party of Indians cutting down great bee tree,
wandered with Metayah in the forest We got
some more honey comb. We looked again for
the squirrels. the otters, and the beavers, and
then we sat down in the glen, where | strung
again dOgwoOd blossoms for the neck of my loving
cOmpaniOn. | had fastened the wreath under her
chin, and was placing few of the white blossoms
in her dark shining hair, when she took hold of
my hands with both of hers and said 80 who
Will dress my hair when you gone " And
then the lips of the pretty civilized brown girl
we're tremulOus. and bad no design art in
those days but returning sympathy for sympa-
thy and affection for affection, threw my arms
around her and kissed her. She looked so bright
and happy, and was so beautiful to me in that
forest glade.
She now observed with a sigh that the shadows
were on the turn, and that we must get back to
the hut according TO promise, and as she had
risen from her seat she rolled good large stone
10 the Mace where she had been seated, and said
that she would come and say her beads by that
stone and rolled one to my place, and then a
thought occurred to us both, that we would leave
our names shaped with stones, at this place and
| spelled out Metayah, she assisting me, In a
semIcircle, and spelling out mine IN another SEMI
circle underneath, we made large ring, about
ten feet across, with the two names. And then
Metayah said 80 let put word between the
names, IN the centre OF the ring. - w hat
word? All what other word but AMOUR, love-
and thus we finished our memorial monument OF
our innocent young love in the forest
I rpad wit nv
Schiek to TroIs Rivieres, and back to my classes
ut ST. Supice. My parents withdrew me un-
expectedly from the institution on account OF
some influential proposal for my education and
advancement nearer home. L was afterwards
sent TO foreign lands, commenced early very
eyentful career, and never heard word about
nv loving forest girl, till L met some lroquos
Indians near the Falls, who had heard OF Metayah
and said that she had been a mission teacher
among the Indians, and was now in her grave at
Caugnewaga.
was painfully affected, and felt some pang in
nv heart when / heard this news, although
seven years had elapsed since had strung flowers
for Metayah And when l told your uncle Wass
this story, we were seated in chamber OF the
Clifton House, and about to retire TO rest, when
ne SAL, with the romantic ardor OF a boy - let
us 90 and visit your love monument In the glen,
the President leaves here tomorrow, we have
nothing to do here and should delight making
a pilgrimage to such shrine" We started that
night we arrived in Montreal, and we went down
the ST Lawrence to Trois Rivieres. We took o
guide to search for the place OF the Indian encamp-
ment The Indians had long ago left that cOcn-
try After much fatiguing search, we find the
ouening in the forest and few IRE stones that
marked where the hut had stood, and then we
found the creek and the beaver dam ; and the
glen recognized, but for while no evidence of
the love circle, among multitude OF undistin-
puisbabIe stones that had been scattered by the
tramping of ANIMALS; but by and by, your
uncle made jsyous exclamation as he discovered
partly hidden by some rank grass, some clearly
defined letters, none of which indicated my name
or that of Metayah. but there was plainly legible
the ndestructIble
AMOUR.
We renewed the broken circle of names. Your
uncle was full of reflection. Said he I" we plot