The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1910-02-24
William Tell

wished they might live forever on the
island IN their present happiness. 1.-THE
hills and mountains will grow more rug
ged and steep as we advance up the
river she said, 'tand the forest more
forbidding." Burr pressed her hands
between his and fixing his marvellous
eyes upon her said: "Jacataque, it i'll
becomes one who is a descendant of the
once powerful race of the Wampanoags
to show timidness. l want you to be my
little heroine and comforter during our
march through the Wilderness -
"Forgive me, said Jacataque, II was
not thinking SO much, after all, of the
hardships of the expedition as l was of
the many happy hours we have enjoyed
on this island, and it is hard for me to
give up our present happiness for the
dangers and difficulties of the wilderness;
but l am ready to co.
There, that sounds more like the
spirit of your great ancestor, King Phil
ip," said Burr, leaning towards her and
kissing her on her rosy lips.
'Well, | KNOW" said Jacatauue, as
her lips trembled, that some of the
richest blood of a powerful race flows in
my veins. My father who was born and
died in Bermuda, was grandson of King
Philip, while my mothers people came
from France. But | was thinking
and her eyes sought the ground and her
beautiful face grew sad-''that when
this expedition is ended and you return
home to take up your law books, what is
to become of poor Jacataque? Is she to
be set aside for some one else, and for
gotten?''
''Never," cried Burr, as he sprang to
his feet. ''Oh, Jacataque, love you. l
will never forsake you" and as he clasp
ed her in his arms her wealth of luxuri-
ant hair fell about his face while his
kisses set her cheeks afame and her
heart to beating with joy.
In after years, when she was sadly be-
set with sorrow and took her own life
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thought Of their happy days on Swan
Island and as | stand where life was so
sweet to her l think that the sunshine
and shadows in the lives of Burr and the
beautiful Indian maiden whom he loved
so passionately embody love tale filled
with tragedies and romance as great as
those of Mark Antony and Cleopatra.
All, Jacataque, how bitter in after
years will be thy life if you cast your lot
with Burr! Shall tell you of his pas
sions, and what his hopes are? Yes,
lovely maiden, Queen of the Kennebec,
| will tell you now.
But bark, the soft winds of autumn
seem to whisper, no! no! leave them
alone in their happiness and love by the
banks of the beautiful river, with the
music Of its waters against the stones
near by as the last breeze of evening
dies out falling gently on their ears.
How often Jacataque was in tears after
Burr's downfall, and how often her mind
went back to their happy days on this
island in the Kennebec, where to her the
world was bounded by Swan Island and
surrounding settlements. Much would
she have given for the simple faith she
had in the world then; but, alas! it was
too late. When Burr slew Hamilton in
a duel and fled to the West and later to
Europe as fugitive and an outcast,
everything in life seemed lost to her, and
with smile on her lips as she thought
of him she found grave at the bottom
of the sea:
"Like some fond childish dream,
My early life had run,
But now the stream has reached
A dark, deep sea,
And sorrow, dim and crowned,
Is waiting me-"