The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1891-04-08
Davis & I)Ozipr.
The SENTINEL PINES.
THAT GUARD TIE GRAVES or THE LAST or
The CbER0KEES.

The IHditn and lis PGie-facsd Mistress
Sleep Near the Fearing Waters-The
Ghost of the White Avanger.
ToccoA Ca, March 2l.-Indian ira
ditions are numerous in some Georgia
towns and counties, but one of the most
thrilling and interesting stories connect
ed with the Indians of Georgia is told by
the people of Tallulah city, about a
mound over which slab is to be placed
in order to commemorate the event. If
you should ever journey that way, check
your baggage for grand Tallulah Falls
put up if you please, at the Grand View
hotel; ask Cal Young to show you four
little pines which keep silent watch over
the little mound under whose sod sleep
the bones Of Arch Murphy, the last one
of the red men of the forest, who met
his fate at the mouth of the rifle of the
revengeful husband whose wife the In
dian had and whose heart he had en-
ticed away
Years ago when the Indians were
monarchs of all those hills, when the In
dian buck and his love alone sat and
talked love on the. cliffs overlooking the
grand Tallulah river, few white men
ever dared to show their heads, as an
intruder, on the hunting grounds of the
red men of the forest. Yet Samuel Bal
ley, who had moved into the dominions
with his lovely wife, Melissa, for years
was the Indians friend. But the sad
fate of the handsome Indian, Arch Muir
ply, who had wooed and won the heart
of the pale-faced Melissa, still tells the
tale of the departed Indian, still looking
at his deadly foe and calling for the pale
face, unfaithful Melissa.
This Indian, Arch Murphy, had often
told Bailey that with his charms he could
captivate the hearts of the pale faced
maidens. Although often warned of the
handsome Arch Murphy, Bailey doubted
not the faithfulness of his lovely wife
Melissa, but like the slnmbering volcano,
Arch was plotting the ruin of the pale
face. All at once the volcano of the
Indians vengeance broke forth, and in
an unguarded moment the fair and love
ly wife of Bailey, with her Indian lover,
left the home Of the white man, and
roamed in the lonely mountains for days
and weeks. with Bailey, the revengeful
and wrongod husband, on their trail,
Finally, when it seemed that the earth
had swallowed up the mfaithful wife
and Indian, at the fatal spot near the
Grand View hotel, where all was thep a
solitary forest, these deadly foes met face
to face for life or death Both at once
raised their deadly guns to their faces.
Bailey's fiuger touched the trigger of his
rifle first; one flash, one sad report and
Arch, the Indian, fell it'll a ball through
his heart which also lodged in the breast
Of the unfortunate Melissa, who, as the
rife was aimed, sought shelter behind
the Indian.
Here fell the last of the Cherokee In
dams who once roAmed these hills, and
near the place where the fatal meeting
took place, on lonely hill guarded by
four little pines, as the winds pass
through their boughs. they sing sweet
reauiems to the departed Arch Murphey,
whose ghostly form night afrer night
may be seen with his deadly rifle in
hand, gazing with a steady look, watch.
ing for the form Of his lost pale face, the
unfaithful wife Of Jim Bailey.