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heavy river craft, creeping along with snail-like pace, the Titans who besieged Olympus than any he had ever or the white sailed pleasure-boat ploughing the waters secn. His hair, of a grayish color, floated almost to amidst the gushes of music and song from its gay pas- his feet, and the long nails and tattered condition of sengers. In the distance arose the domes, towers, tem- his dress bespoke him the hermit of the cave. His eye ples and palaces of voluptuous Paris, on whose turrets was stretched over the wide plain beneath, and it was and spires gleamed the rays of the sun, as it slowly some moments before it rested on the horseman: as it sank beneath the western wave.
did, it was lighted up suddenly, like a touch flashing Thus appeared the scene, as a solitary horseman amid the tomb. His lips parted, and these were the slowly wended through it. He was in the opening, strange words he uttered : rather than the prime of manhood. His form was "On, on, to Paris ! for there thou art now expected"slender, and somewhat above the common height, yet and he turned, as he did so, lifting his thin bony finger very symmetrical, and the whole appearance of his to something gleaming in the distance like sapphire person strikingly noble, so much so, that at first sight, columns from the sparkling Seine. “Lo! through the you could not be drawn from the general appearance dim mists its thousand palaces! On, on !" to scrutinize each particular feature that had drawn And the hermit disappeared in the mouth of the cave, forth your admiration when blended. His counte- and the wanderer pondered over the strange words, nance was open and frank, as well as eminently hand- "Thou art now expected :" they were mysterious; but some. His forehead was broad and high, over which he paused not until he reached the capital of France. floated in a careless and unstudied manner clusters of Before him was the tower of Saint Sulpice; in the disdeep black hair, contrasting strongly with the paleness tance, and almost obscured by the mists that hovered of the temples. His cheek was slightly flushed, and around them, arose the blackened walls of Notre Dame; the blood could almost be seen gliding beneath it. His at his side were dismal and dirty huts, and the street eye seemed thoughtfully wandering to other scenes through which he rode, was so crowded, that it was with than the one through which he now wended, which by difficulty to himself and danger to the passengers, that some would have been interpreted to want of taste, in he forced his way along. Just as he passed the arch of not appreciating one among the brightest landscapes l'Etoile, the cry of a beggar startled his spirited horse, in the land of vineyards; others, of deeper penetration, which, taking affright, suddenly sprang to one side. would have placed it, and perchance more truly, to a So quick and so unlooked for was the motion, that the wish to forget the present in the events of the past, and rider, almost thrown from his seat, could not give the the melancholy expression of his countenance betrayed alarm before the horse trod on a little child that was those events as dark and embittering.
heedlessly playing in the street. As it leaped away, The observer, unacquainted though he might be with the girl, for such it was, fell to the earth greatly manthe withering commerce of the world, and viewing, gled, the blood flowing from its nose and lips. The though he might, its stern realities of deceit and dis- horseman, discovering the accident, sprang from his cord through the eyes of youth, could easily have saddle, but reached the child as it was caught in an old traced in the sadness of the traveller a sorrow which woman's arms, an already stiffening corpse. Terrified can never be concealed in the dim and silent chambers by the sudden death of the child, with its bloody form of the human heart. The past is a harp, and memory in her withered arms, the old nurse gazed one moa sybil, whose finger will stray upon its silent chords, ment on its pale, hueless countenance, the features calm whether its tones are sickening to the soul, or refresh- and smiling even in death, and shrieked “Murder !" ing as the dew of evening to the withered flower. The which swept, amid the din and noise of the street, like most trivial event will remove the lava and the dust, a thunderbolt. One moment, an appalling silence, like and array before the sufferer the grimlike thoughts of that of the grave, hovered around, and in the next, all former years, which had been thought deeply buried, was commotion and disorder. Windows flew up, doors or, perchance, in the decay of the cheek, in the reckless sprang open, and the terror-stricken citizens leaped laughter of the lip, or in the ruin of the eye, may be forth, reiterating with maniac gestures the demon cry. traced the gloomy thoughts that rise, like spectre- It was all the work of a moment, and swam before the shapes, from the voiceless urn of buried hope. Sweetest eyes of our traveller like some distempered vision. of England's mighty writers! loveliest of the daugh- Ere he could put spurs to his horse, his retreat was ters of song! beautifully hast thou said, and true as impossible, for he was surrounded on every side. As beautiful,
far as his eye could reach, the street was completely
crowded with beings more like ghosts or spectres than "The heart may be a dark and closed-up tomb; But memory stands a ghost amid the gloom !!*
human. That some dreadful and premeditated assas
sination had been committed, every one believed. The As the traveller rode along, from a neighboring chapel simple event, as usual in moments of deep excitement, the vesper song of evening, borne over the calm waters was greatly increased and exaggerated, gathering at and mellowed by the distance, reached his ears. The every move a fresh inhumanity. words, twined into a somewhat solemn rhyme, and "She was so young and beautiful," whimpered a sang by voices of peculiar sweetness, accompanied fellow who never had seen her. with the chime of convent bells, well befitted the hour, "And so innocent," said another. and threw our horseman into a train of reflections at “She would not have remained so long," muttered once sweet and sad. As the hymn ceased, and he re- between his teeth a cowardly, sleek-haired gallant, as commenced his journey, he spied, on a high rock at he gazed at the noble horseman, and thought of his own the mouth of a cave by the roadside, a tall and ghost- pretty lass; “virtue and purity are as naught beneath like form. It was above the human height, and more the libertine's glance." resembled the heathen's conception of that of one of Just at this moment he made a second attempt at * Letitia E. Landon.
“Stop the murderer," cried a weak voice-it was many statues of the great and illustrious ones of the that of the old nurse.
church. Surmounted in a niche, at the centre of the * Blood is upon his skirts," shouted another, who chapel, towered the colossal shape of its patron saint. had heard her version of the event.
It was of the purest marble and the nicest sculpture. “ Down with him," screamed a little ruffian. It had stood there for years and years, the silent wit
“To the trial with him," suggested a peaceable citi- ness of changes and crimes. Wave had chased wave zen. Not a voice reiterated it.
upon the ocean-tide of despotism-armies had swept "Life for life !" "Blood for blood !" echoed a hun- by it, and beneath it had been heard the shock of batdred voices at once, as the voice of a single man. It tles-yet there had it stood, dark and solemn, upon its was caught up in the distance, and now it burst from silent and unmoved throne, a relic from the abyss of every lip like the response of a thousand demons, roll. past ages. ing from earth to heaven, and dying away but in the Even as the priest gazed in adoration upon it, lo! the thick willows of the distant Seine: “Blood for blood !” statue came topling down, and fell at his feet crushed
The curses, the yells, the shouts from lips that knew into a thousand atom. The cause was never known ; nothing of the affair, were deafening. Action, from a but, from what followed, it is presumed that it was the hasty impulse, guided that lawless mob, who had de- work of an unseen hand. A loud laugh drew his atthroned their monarch, and erected above the ruin a tention to a very young man, the same who had cheered power withering in its aims, and blighting in its the horseman, and who now scorned the priest. He deepening despotism the hopes and aspirations of a rushed towards the one whom he supposed the offender. brave and noble people; to whom the very name of His eyes flashed, his cheek scorched, and his whole Liberty has been, and ever will remain, a nucleus face was lit up with a holy enthusiasm. The secret around which clusters all that is beautiful in their cloister and the silent cell had failed to cool, and had natures; but who, alas ! for their blood-stained vine- but smothered his passions--they leaped forth now yards and desecrated temples, have never worshipped with a new life and vigor. He approached the young aught save the semblance of the pure gold of the man-was near him—stood before him : in one moment shrine, adulterated by human passion and unholy more, and lo! the torch was lit that flashed upon his ambition !
funeral pyre! A body of guards were soon on the ground, with “Down with priestcraft!" shouted a single voice, so burnished arms and floating plumes, and martial ac- thrilling that it touched every heart and was echoed by coutrements; but, alas for their untried valor ! alas for every lip. The young revolutionist had by one cry their chivalry! they towered with a giant's strength in nerved a hundred arms. The priest was hurled to the peace, and shrank to their cowardly bosoms before the earth-the uplifted dagger was sheathed in his heartglances of a ruffian mob.
and in a few moments, as the crowd swept over it, that The friendless horseman saw his danger. He knew form had been trodden to the clay from whence it that his life hung upon a brittle thread, which might sprang. This was but the beginning of the end; for in the next second be severed. Yet he was undaunted. his death was the signal for an attack on the neighborHis form seemed to increase; and his face, generally ing chapels by the bloodthirsty mob. so calm and passionless, assumed a deeper flush than As the moon rose above the distant mountains on its wont, as the danger became more imminent. He that evening, the chaunt of priests had ceased-the looked abroad upon that vast crowd, who had not as yet consecrated lights were out, the solemn chime of holy committed any violence, but rocked to and fro like the bells was no longer heard. The sacred temples had waves of an ocean yawning for the fragile barque that been plunderod of their statues and divinities—the loud was to be engulpbed there; and his glance breathed laugh echoed in the holy of holies, and the blood-stainof defiance, and the smile that lingered for a momented flag of infidelity floated in triumph from their turrets about his lip was one of derision.
and spires. The eternal faith had been hurled from its At this juncture a voice whispered in his ear, “Des- throne of ages! pair not!” Turning in surprise, he beheld in the A moment after the assassination, the mad shout of speaker a young man of singular appearance, whom he the revolutionists still ringing in his ears, our traveller had never seen before. He had scarce whispered the turned and found himself alone. In another moment words ere he disappeared. He could have been seen the young stranger was at his side. "Fly, fly, or I threading his way through the dense crowd towards a know not who may be the next victim,” exclaimed he. chapel near at hand, of ancient but blackened architec- The mob, the cheering words, the stranger, the murder, ture. Near its door, from which (attracted by the all rushed before him. The veil was torn from the noise without) he had just emerged, stood a venerable mystery. The truth flashed upon him. To save him, priest.
the unknown young man had drawn the attention of " Mother of God! what a spectacle !" cried the re- the populace to another point. verend father, as his attention was directed to the popu “ To whom do I owe my safety?" asked he—but on lace who surrounded the horseman. Well did he know turning to where the stranger stood, he could not see the voice of that mob-it had frozen his own blood by him. He moved not, he spoke not, he breathed not. its appalling tones before. “People of Paris, what Was it not all a dream, a vision? Suddenly he reco. would ye? What inhumanity is this, and to a stranger? vered. The cry of the mob scarcely heard, the street Beware of your actions, lest ye bring down the ana- cleared, despair nerved him. His mission to Paris was themas of the holy faith and the denunciations of the not attained. The shout of the mob neared him; but church ?"
he was far distant when they returned. The people moved towards him--as they did so, he Thus entered Francis Armine into Paris. When the heard not, or did not notice, their murmurs. Elated mantle of night was cast upon the earth, he was sitting with the prospect of awing them, he turned towards in a small room in the suburbs of that city. His mind the chapel, in appropriate parts of which could be seen was unusually gloomy and abstracted. He moved to
the window-all without was still. The blue heavens gardens, to wander forth and breathe the perfumed air, were sparkling with the light of many stars, and the should it fail to draw from the recesses of the mind all young moon, “regent of the night,” reflected its beams that is beautiful or vivid there, they will remain dorupon the quiet Parisian city. As he retired, he opened mant forever. Whether this may be attributed to the a delicate locket, which contained some rich and jetty sky, with its shifting and feecy clouds that even melt hair, and as he gazed upon it a strain of music from a into the deep azure as we gaze upon them—to the air, distant band of serenaders swept along. And sad and pregnant with the perfume of flowers-or to the ver. melancholy were his musings as he listened; for they dant earth-or to a transfusion of the whole, the mind were of the past. Before him appeared his youthful is elevated to a brighter sphere than its wont-to a sister, the beautiful and lost-his distant home—the dreamlike enchantment, where it can revel in all that is green earth and sparkling streams of that home--and, exquisite or passionate in that Elysium receptacle, the glowing above all, was the violet sky of his own beau-imagination. tiful Italy!
Armine's education was simple, not complicated. He had studied well the writings of his own countrymen, before he soughi those of other lands. He did not dive
into the sea of classic learning ere he had skimmed CHAPTER II.
over the calmer stream of a common education. He
well knew the present, before he ventured into the dim Genius! the god of earth,
regions of the past. What to the untutored mind are The child of heaven!
the lessons of the bygone? What Egypt's mystic and
Fairfield. venerated learning? What the classic literature of Life had to her been sweet as music measures
Greece, or the untouched shelves of oriental Pereia? That steal forth from a lute on some faint breeze ! The eagle, if he would soar to the clouds or bathe his
Amelia, plumage in the dews of heaven, must strengthen his
wing upon the eyry ere he succeeds; and the mind, 100, Light after light the glorious visions fade.
with all its gigantic powers, must slowly unfold them,
at first the cradle, and then the unfettered tread, so Francis Armine was an Italian, possessing all that closely does the mind resemble the body. birth and wealth could accumulate. He was born
He travelled; for though Italy was once illustrious, on the western shore of Lake Como, whose sparkling once mistress of learning, she was then but the phantom waters and picturesque landscapes are linked with the of her foriner self. He travelled into other lands, and most beautiful scenery in the world. Europe has many he penetrated still farther into the inner temple of intel. a Maggiore and Leman, and but one
ligence. At last the lightning burst from its impri
soning cloud-chaos disappeared-he possessed the “Como, with its crystal face."
great gift, The unrivalled climate, the rainbow tinted skies, the
"That ocean to the rivers of the mind."" transparent waters, the white walled villas that rise on its golden banks, combine to render its "peaceful her. His mind was peopled with the star-bright fancies, the mitage” a most desirable retreat. And it was there that seraph-winged thoughts, the "moving delicate" creathe poet touched his heaven-strung lyre, and awoke tions” of the poet, with no obstacle to his wanderings, strains more immortal than the varrior's blood-bought no pinion to his conceptions. The pure and holy fires name. It is there that amid the green groves played of genius were kindled, and threw abroad their anithe glittering waters of Pliny's cooling fountain, and mating and inspiring rays. there stands the terrace where he gazed upon the sun And fame, though it is but the foam that glitters a as it peered above the blue and misty bills or sank be- moment upon the wave and then dissolves, clustered neath the distant horizon. It is there that the rich around his name and promised 10 it immortality. Little music and the graceful poetry of Italy come like hallow- did he then imagine the impenetrable mystery that ed dreams to the wandering pilgrim.
would cloud his life and moulder away the dreams and At an early age Armine's parents died, leaving him- visions that youth and poetry had consecrated. What self and his sister alone, though not friendless, upon are the eagle-plumed hopes, the golden aspirations of the world. His boyhood had been a mixture of plea- the human heart, that, like the snow-flake, a single sure and study; not too much of the former to unfit his breath can melt ? mind for the intense study of after years, nor too much His sister's love was as the first rosy star thai beamed of study to nauseate the taste and vitiate the youthful upon his path. She was very beautiful-a douty which intellect, rendering the object unprepared and unwilling to some is accompanied with innocence and happiness, to prosecute the higher and more tedious branches of and to others the fatal companion of vice and shame. education. It was a nice blending of the two, such as To which of these Genevieve Armine was destined, the is to be observed in that of the opposite colors of the after events of these pages will serve to delineate. rainbow, distinct in shade, but not so in the mingled Her brother loved her. She was to him as a gentle and delicate pencilling of each rich hue,
spirit from another world sent to cheer him on his pathWhen I said that he was an Italian, a description of way-so pure, so chaste, so lovely, so like an angel-in the gradual development of his intellect might be form so symmetrical, in mind so rare and chaste. When deemed a superfluous waste of words. For there is a pondering over the musty volume in his study, or delisomething in the air, and earth and sky of that lovely neating on his page the beautiful creations that throngclime, that kindles, elevates and refines the mind. ed his brain, her light tap could be heard at the door, When the veil of twilight is cast over the earth, with and her soft voice would ask to gain admittance there. its deep vallies, its fragrant groves and its luxuriant. And then she would bound in, and on his lap would he
then breathe into her mind the divinity that hovered Hours, days, weeks, months and years elapsed, and around his own, watching its dawn and development she was not heard from. All was deep mystery. Meswith a miser's care.
sengers were scattered over the continent, and wealth Her every action was as a spell to him. Her form cxhausted, but the least clue had not been found to secmed rather the animation of a dream, and her rich solve the mystery. Such measures appeared to have and musical voice sweeter than the first spring gale. been taken as to render the search in vain. Together they had often wandered along the level Her brother could not move a step without thinking champaign and climbed the neighboring hills. At of her-he could not remain where she had been-he morning's freshest hour, they could be seen in the longed for an escape from thought; for it was a pain to shady grove above the tombs of their parents, perchance think, to live. He closed his villa on the Como, and to drop a tear or breathe a prayer to the memory of the travelled, where he knew not, he cared not. The same departed; and at evening they were sailing on the crys- to him were clouds and sunshine, day and night, peace tal bosom of Como, when along its waters were mir- and turmoil. A dim and sepulchral void was in his rored the light of many stars or the beams of the cres- heart. The cent moon; and later, when all was calm and still
“Beauty of the grass and splendor of the flowers" around, they were at their door watching the deep blue heavens or singling from the stars a harbinger for the was unnoticed by him. The storm and the tempest, future. At such moments, as his arm was twined when the demons of the cloud shook their shroud upon around her waist and her head was nestled on his bo- the earth, were his element. He was driven like a som, he would gaze upon her beautiful countenance, so blighted leaf before the wind, and in the darkness of bright, so innocent in youthful beauty, at that time so his despair longed for the strife and the red flash of emblematic of the pure heavens she looked upon. swords. The present was all to him; for he knew not of the
He looked upon the world, and cried in the bitterness deep, silent, fathomless future that awaited him-that, of his grief, “I am alone.” For his parents had deabove every hope of the past, a spectre form would dark- parted, and his sister had left him. He was alone, and ly hover, pointing to the dreams and visions swept from he asked not for sympathy, and he dreamed not of love. the earth forever.
The bright earth was yet beautiful: the glittering dew One morning-it was as bright as his love-Armine heralded its morn and shadowy twilight its eve, and at aruse to take the accustomed walk with his sister: it night the moon shed its mystic beams, and the stars, was later than usual; the sun was high in the heavens, the eternal sentinels of time, spangled the heavens. and its rays had almost dried the dews of night from Yet the sadness that pervaded his being, was blent with the long grass that waved upon the earth; yet she was them, and darkened the face of nature. Link by link not up. He went to her chamber door and called her had been sundered of the chain that bound him to name, but no one answered. He called again and again, earth-cloud by cloud had arisen upon his hopes, and but all was silent. The suspense became intolerable: all was dreary and desolate. The sunshine of his he burst the door open. Her bed had not been pressed youth had passed. In his meditations he would cling on that night-all in the room was the same as on yes to the hope that Genevieve yet lived. Fame's eagle terday--but his sister, where was she? The spirit of pinions lured him not-ambition's syren hopes were the place had departed. As he was retiring, a packet on forgotten—that lyre, the sound of which people heard the table attracted his attention. It was directed in her entranced, was untouched, and the beautiful visions own writing to his address. He tore it open, and found of the poet were beaten back to thcir sad and silent there a small locket presented by him to her many chambers. years previous : he touched the spring, and as it flew
Five years of suspense had passed, and she was unopen a ringlet of her own hair floated on the table. How heard of. He resolved to make one more effort to often, amid the dreariness of after years, was that slight penetrate the mystery. Wandering along the Seine, memento batbed in his overgushing tears.
he at length reached Paris. Of his entrance into that A few days before this, she had been unusually city--of his danger and of his rescue, we have already gloomy and depressed. She went often to her usual recounted in the preceding chapter. Having exhausthaunts, and returned home sad and silent. On the ed the patience of the gentle reader, we hasten now previous evening she was sitting over a fountain which from the retrospect to the events of the present. Readfor years had been a favorite retreat; while there, her er, we abominate all comparisons, but we trust that you brother, who had been strolling through the woods, will find our narrative like a river, whose fountain is came near her unnoticed, and discovered that she was dull and lazy, but which, as its banks widen and its in tears : as silently as he came he stole away, and had waters increase, will be found pleasant to the eight, almost forgotten the circumstance, until the morning You have lingered thus far with us to pluck the flower of her sudden and mysterious disappearance. It then from the roadside; go on, and hand in hand we will flashed upon him, An old servant, in passing near her open to your vision the wide landscapc: perchance in window, about midnight, discovered lights in her cham- the forests and groves, and by the murmuring waters, ber, and imagined that he could see forms fit by. He something may be found that will cheat existence for went to his own room, and in a short time thought that a moment of its palling realities and its sickening he heard strange noises. Some one was crying. As he anxieties. lay perfectly still, it ceased, and was succeeded by whis Armine in his slumbers had sent through the untrod perings so faint that he could but hear the sound-a vista of the future, a brightening dream; for although hurried tread as of two persons, and again all was silence. darkness and gloom rest upon the shrine, the spirit and As he was dozing into a second sleep he heard the sound the divinity still hover there, and seraph-winged and of carriage wheels along the road, but attributed all to fresh-breathing hope descends like the dove on the superstitious misgivings, until his slumbers were bro- waters of the past, and brightens, as with an Eden spell, ken on the next morning with the noise of the scarchers. I the dim clouds of the future.
them with intense interest, hoping that they were THE WEST FIFTY YEARS SINCE. wounded, and that at last they would go down. But, By L. M., of Washington City.
after a long time, they were espied slowly ascending
the bank. After they had reached the bluff, they sat (Concluded.)
down to rest themselves, when the whites raised a CHAPTER IV.
loud cry after them, to which they replied in defying The Indians, perceiving that they would not be able tones and ejaculations. to escape by flight, resolved to sell their lives at a dear
The hatred of these emigrants to the west towards the price to the victors.
unlettered and uncivilized sons of the forest, was withTheir loaded arms were stacked near the spot where out any limit, and was met in a corresponding temper. they were constructing their rafts. On the first alarm, The state of North Carolina claimed all the territory those who were not injured by the sudden fire from the from the sea to the eastern bank of the Mississippi
. top of the river bank, sprung to their rifles and stood on She had invited all, who were sufficiently daring and the defensive. They separated partially, and retreated brave to form settlements on her western boundary, to slowly backwards along the beach, selecting at the same do so; and had promised to each head of a family, a time the antagonists with whom they intended to grap- preemption right to six hundred and forty acres of land. ple, and try the fate of war. The settlers pressed on After the termination of our revolutionary war, the vigorously, not at all forgetting the injunction of their same state had allotted to the officers and soldiers of commander, that “each man must buckle to his man,” her continental line, large parcels of soil over which or the enemy would escape with only a trilling loss.
the Indians were then roaming, as rewards for their per. The fire from the bluff had been deadly, but still a severing zeal and signal bravery, in defending the rights sufficient number of the enemy remained to give full of the colonies against the usurpations of the mother employment to the assailants. The savages discharged country. Whenever the boundaries of the new settletheir pieces with effect, wounding five of the settlers so ments were enlarged, the men, women and children, that they could render no assistance to their comrades. were set upon by the savages and slaughtered. It was Those who had fired first, having reloaded, came to the forever uncertain when or where they would make succor of those who were in front. The commander their attacks. They came suddenly, perpetrated the led the van, giving his orders in a loud and animated meditated mischief, then disappeared, and buried themtone. He seemed to have lost his usual coolness, and selves in their fastnesses and hiding places. The hosto have been wrought up, by the conviction of the deep tility between these parties was unappeasable. The stake which was to be won or lost in this game of life one was resolved to hold the property which had been and death, to a pitch of enthusiasm bordering on mad- allotted to it under the sanction of the law; the other ness. His whole countenance was full of desperate adhered with unrelenting tenacity to the land which had fury. His eye was lighted up by the feeling of revenge been given them by the Great Spirit. The war which that was burning within him. The watchword was had so long depended between these combatants, and
no quarters.” Selecting the largest and fiercest of the which had been prosecuted with such disastrous fortunes enemy, the dauntless veteran gave him to understand to both, was bloody and ferocious to the last degree. by his movements upon him, that he had selected him Every other consideration was finally swallowed up in as the object of his attack. He then made a sudden the gratification of personal revenge. The white man run at him, as though he sought an individual encounter hated the Indian, and the Indian hated the white man. with him, hand to hand, which threw the chief off his Both saw that nothing less than the most daring acts of guard, and operated as a momentary surprize. At that personal courage could save them from total extermina. instant the commander halted. As quick as thought, he tion. rajsed his rifle, applied his long practised eye to the Those of the whites who had gone into the recent sight, fired, and the Indian fell, who had scarcely reached conflict, had parted from their families, with a resolulion the earth before his adversary buried his tomahawk in regardless of all consequences, under the conviction his brains, drew out his knife, took the scalp, and put it that although their lot was a hard one, it must be met into his leather shot pouch. As the parties fought along with a courage equal to the exigent circumstances in the edge of the water, the warriors, according to custom, which they were placed. After this bloody battle or kept up a loud yelling to encourage each other. But it rather massacre was over, the conquerors turned their became fainter and fainter, until at last their number attention to the condition of their associates. Four was so much diminished, that they saw that they must of them had been killed, and nine of them wounded. all be cut off, unless they saved themselves by a despe. The former were hastily buried in the sand. But the rate effort to fly. Eight of them threw their arms be- situation of the latter, awakened all the generous symhind them, and plunged head foremost into the river, pathies of those who had escaped unburt. They cried two or three of whom were already badly wounded. constantly for water to slake their burning thirst. One The victorious party, with their pieces ready, waited till poor fellow who was desperately hurt, implored them they should rise to take breath, and then fired. One to put an end to his misery, by shooting him through who came up, was pouring out blood from his mouth in the head; for he was certain, he said, that he could not a stream, but he was instantly wounded again, and roll- live. Some, in their agonies, prayed earnestly that ing over and over, he at last, after a desperate struggle, their sufferings might be quickly ended in death. This sunk to rise no more. These unerring marksmen killed party had gone on their expedition suddenly. They off all who had filed but (wo, who being expert swim-possessed no means to heal the sick or wounded, even if mers,'made their way safely to the opposite shore, a dis- there had been time to collect them. What was to be tance of nearly a mile. The settlers stood and watched I done with these unfortunate men? They could not be