The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1895-08-13

smcN g cold aid mute. and iii St ease.
Not tn they reached Der fathers grave. she
The seal that locked her lips till then. and
spoke:
II know for what thy white friend sum
TO cede this mount! our nations all I'm all.
Their tame. their bulwark and their fortune's
Which, once forlorn, they must decline and
1 pray thee"-here she sank upou her knee
Il warn thee"-here she faced him fierce and
yield not an inch to them of all these lands /
Depart! thy fate. my fate lies in thine handsr'
Long, long she sat beside her fathers tomb
sNyPro an the oneiy mountains highest crest
Anu some she picked, she had his gravestead
The VOW that she had s~worn.-her dismal
And more than all, hernation's future pressed
Upon her heart with greater weight than aye
On this, on this, her festive wedding-day.
The sun had long ago passed DER her head
And yet he came not. What, If he We're dead
bat no! lust then esPiied her faicon,eye
And, woe to me! my mind reads i'm his gait
Both his and mine and our whole nations
Long, long she stood in dread suspense: at
last
luz uEulhtn CnlcI uTF1Npu DG1OrG nef STAND,
His right spread out to clasp the maiden fast,
A string of ~glistenlng beads i'm his left hand.
wretch, knahye, stand back" cried Morning
And dashed the glittering trinkets to the
speak quick! what hath been done2 Shall
we retain
Or must we cede our fathers dear domain o.
W. sold the lands"-the staggering chief
we sold them, yet for bountics rich and rare.
| HpnppfOrth NV Iowa will hnI,n bar ,yiuyynn,,S
side
With blankets lined and rugs of softcst hair
And beads Will grace herneck with brightest
glare.
Is the possession of this useless oun
Enough, enough! foroear to wiring my
The maiden cried i'm tones of deepest woe:
Thou canst not bride me by thy iiatt'ry's art
Quick like II flash she drew a glist'ning dar
Aud plunged it with dcspair-inyigored blow
Deep in his breast. He sank with rec. ing sway
And at her feet u ghastly corpse he lay.
Without delay she left the dismal place
And set atire a wood-pilc near at hand,
For signal-use there Established by her race,
And when the beacon's flame, by brcezes
And seen atur-off, had with hurried pace
Collected all her friends around her stand,
Still holding in her hand the blood-stainet
dart:
"Fricnds Fate ordained that you should
see me we'd
Upon this grave, not at my nuptial ROOM!
" also willed that in your chicftain's stead
Whom | have slain, L choose another groom
Whose name is Death and that my marriage
bed
To which l now descend, should be-thc tomb
Receive me then in thine abode of gloom,
"A victim of our nations fatal doom"
And while her friends still wondering stood
around,
She flung her on her fathers burial stead
But when ut last they raised her from thu
ground
Twas but her body and her sod, had he'd:
Deep =. tiei oIeuS. II gaping, CHASTITY wound
Revealed her decd. With tears and reYeren
dread
Her friends inferred their chicftain's buckles
bride
AS meet it was, upon her fathers side.
Hcnceforth these graves on Paris Mour
The tribe would wrcathe with garlands, whc
the day
Returned amid the years revolving Tight:
Yea cen when forced to yield their lands an
sway
Some, of their clan kept up the holy rite,
Ills It's observance now seems Swept-away
by Times that Nnndal's ruthless, cruel knci
But is this not our mcm'ry's fate as wclli
N. B.-Thcsc graves, or mounds, arc still t
he seen half way between the Hotel Altamon
and Bald Rock.
-tFrom The G~recnville Mountaincer.