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peared; most of their bravest warriors were left “ Has the Morning Star beard the words of dead on the field of battle, and the rest, disheart- O-moo-moo-la ?” ened, were glad to escape to their own land once “ She has heard all." more, covered with dishonor.

“ And does she think the Lynx speaks true ?" And now, Wam-e-noo-sa was about to take "She knows him for a false dog, and her soul the Morning Star to his lodge, when a serious hates him." and startling charge was preferred against him, At these words the eyes of Wam-e-noo-sa by O-moo-noo-la. It was no less than the sparkled with deep emotion, and turning to his stealing of the Lynx's rifle, a most beautiful companion, he smiled and said, “ The heart of one, and admired by the entire tribe of hunters. Mi-o-na is braver and whiter than the hearts of He averred that he saw him take it from a place all the Chippewa warriors. Wam-e-noo-sa is where he had left it, for a short time, to lay a content." deer that he had slain : and that it was now in Mi-o-na glided away, and the young man, the lodge of Wam-e-noo-sa. This the latter of rising, went with a light step into his lodge, and course denied, and offered to go with other braves with a lighter heart to rest upon his couch of to search for it. Accordingly his lodge was ex- skins. amined, more to satisfy O-moo-moo-la, than The morning broke, fair and beautiful, and with a supposition that it was there; when lo! Wam-e-noo-sa was among the first to spring and behold, on lifting the skins which formed from his bed and seek the open air. As he emthe bed of the Panther, a new and elegant rifle erged from the door of his lodge, he saw O-moowas discovered, which on examination proved moo-la and another Indian, in close conversa to be none other than 0-moo-moo-la's. A look tion at a short distance, in the edge of a wood. of gloomy despair settled over the face of Wam- | They caught sight of him, as he came out, and e-noo-sa, but not a shadow of guilt mingled with instantly separated, the Lynx going one way, it. He leaned upon his own rifle, in silent and On-a-wa-wa in the opposite direction. The thought, and though the astonished company latter was known throughout the tribe, for his gized upon him, in evident expectation of some facility in getting into quarrels; and he never solution of the matter, that should place him failed to know all about any difficulty that chanabove suspicion, not a sound escaped his lips, ced to arise. nor did a glance betray one symptom of shame. He did not fail to be present at this time; and Old Ma-das-ka at length approached him, and when 0-moo-moo-la had brought his charge said mildly, “ Wam-e-noo-sa, the eyes of all the against Wam-e-noo-sa, he had only to refer to Chippewa braves are on the Waking Panther. On-a-wa-wa, to substantiate what he bad said. Does he sleep, that he does not answer their eager To credit the assertion of the latter, he, too, saw look? Shall the warriors think that the young the Panther take the gun, and knew it to belong sachem, who sent so many Black Feet on the to the Lyns. No one could say any thing to dark trail, is such a coward? Let him speak, if the contrary, however desirous of doing so, but he can, and say how O-moo-moo-la's rifle came Wam-e-noo-sa; and he would not. A native to be in his lodge."

pride and dignity kept bim silent. He disdain“Do the warriors think the Waking Panther ed to deny that, to which bis whole life gave the such a silly child as O-moo-noo-la would make lie, unqualifiedly. him? He will answer nothing more."

As much delay as possible was occasioned by No inducement could draw another word from

the chiefs, in hope that he would prove himself him, and with as much sorrow as an Indian ever

innocent; but at last, seeing that such hope was bears upon his visage, the chiefs after designa- vain, he was brought before the oldest sachem ting the following morning as the time for fur

to receive his sentence. This was, that he ther examination, left the young man and sought should leave his tribe, and never return, on pain their homes. As the first dark shades of the

of death, or prove himself innocent of the crime evening gathered round, Wam-e-noo-sa, who sat

charged against him. “But,” continued Neenmoodily on the grass before his lodge, felt a deek-wah, the aged Sagamore, addressing him, light hand upon his shoulder; and looking sud

" My son, brave deeds may cover the dark spot denly up, he met the dark, loving eye of Mi-o-na on Wam-e-nov-sa's heart, and he may become fixed sadly on him.

a great brave. Then the Chippewas will for“ There are clouds," said she, " around the give him, and let him return to his lodge. Go!'. Waking Panther, whence do they come ?"

The condemned one arose, and swept his eyes around on all, as if for a parting glance. Then her eyes full upon him a moment, laid her band fixing them upon O-moo-moo-la with a meaning | quickly upon her father's arm, and said, in a low glitter, he turned bis face to the westward, and voice, “ Wam-e-noo-sa !" disappeared in the thick wood.

“ Hah!” said the old man, eyeing him closely A feeling of sadness pervaded the whole tribe, once more, “the Waking Panther has not slept. for all loved Wam-e-noo-sa, and no one sought Does he come back with a true heart, or does he the company of the two accusers, although come with a lying tongue to seek revenge ?" obliged to admit the justness of their cause. “A few hours will tell," replied Wam-e-100

After a few moons the recollection of the event sa, looking the old chief fearlessly in the face. wore away, and they began to think less sadly “Will Ma-das-ka trust the Waking Panther of the fate of the Waking Panther. Nothing again ?" had been heard from him, and he was supposed The chief signified his assent, and pointing to to be dead. Mi-o-na never was heard to men- Mi-o-na, said, The Morning Star will yet tion his name, but she turned away from every shine in the lodge of Wam-e-noo-sa.” suitor, and when 0-moo-moo-la dared to ap- The news spread like wild-fire through the proach her with words of love, the scorn with village, and every warrior seized his arms. Bewhich she repulsed him, made even his dastard fore an hour bad elapsed, an ambush was laid a soul shrink. His first impulse was to seek re- short distance from the village, and different venge; but he remembered that her friends were parties were stationed at several points where numerous and powerful, and he was compelled attacks would probably be made. Wam-e-nooto smother his rage, and bear the taunting looks sa, still known as a stranger to all save old Ma. and gestures of the insulted maiden in silence. das-ka and his daughter, was entrusted with the

Several years passed away, and Wam-e-noo- command of the ambuscade, while the old chief sa's name was heard only at long intervals. The and some of his best warriors, remained to proChippewas, for so long a time undisturbed in tect the village. As the midnight hour apthe peaceful possession of their homes, had grown proached, the watchful bands grew more wary careless again, and were, through their negli and silent. There was no moon; only the stars gence, almost at the mercy of their enemies.- shed an uncertain light over the wood, where In the same spot where they were once fallen lay the ambuscade headed by Wam-e-noo-sa. upou by the Black Feet, and nearly destroyed, They had been instructed to wait his signal, they dwelt in fancied security; and the men, consequently when through the glimmering light having nearly concluded their hunting for the of the stars, they saw a long line of Sauks passseason, were about to depart, just before the ing them, and cautiously approaching their breaking up of the Winter, to the nearest trad. homes, bent upon destruction, though burning ing port, to dispose of their furs.

with a thirst for vengeance, not a breath was One evening, as the sun was setting, a strange audible. As the centre of the line came oppoIndian entered the village. He was dressed site the place where crouched the Waking Panpartly in Chippewa style, but there was some- ther, he raised slowly and cautiously to his feet, thing about him, that distinguished him as a and leveling his gun, poured forth the Chippewa warrior. He presented himself at the door of war-cry, in a voice that sounded unearthly in the lodge of Ma-das-ka, and demanded in the the depths of the silent woods. The same terChippewa tongue, to see that chief. The latter rific yell burst from his band, and a sheet of fire came forth at the summons, and the stranger blazed from the thicket upon the panic-stricken made haste to inform him, that a large party of enemy. Without waiting for them to recover, Sauks were on their march to surprise the vil- he dashed out upon them, and now rifle, hatchlage, and would be there by early midnight. He et, and scalping knife, did fierce execution. Disadvised him to gather his braves, and prepare charges, blows and thrusts followed in quick for their reception.

succession ; and in a moment, as it were, the Ma-das-ka eyed him with suspicion, but did Sauks were routed. But few escaped. Most of not speak, until the stranger had finished. Then them lay silent in death, while the Chippewas he replied, And who knows that the enemy is sought through the forest till day-break, for the not already in our midst? How can Ma-das-ka survivors. As the day broke, they hastened to trust the words of a stranger !"

the village to learn the fate of those who remaioBefore the stranger had time to answer, Mi-0- ed behind. But one attack bad been made, and na appeared at the door of the lodge, and fixing that was so well received by the Chippewas, that

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As well declare that darkest night

The flickering torch may best illume ; Or that the struggling taper's light

May warm the coldness of the tomb ; As deem a creed as dark as thine

The shades of human grief may light,While God's own glorious sun may shine

Yet leave them still in gloom and night.

Away! I know it is not so !

I've drank thy cup of bitter tears ! I've felt thy weight of blighting wo,

Even in my childhood's tender years. I learned thy creed of untold gloom ;

And with despair in my young heart,I laid a loved one in the tomb,

Deeming we must forever part.

the assailants fled, and losing themselves in the darkness, were cut off by the ambuscade.

Contrary to the usual custom of the Indians, Wam-e-noo-sa had taken a prisoner, and having bound him, led him to the village. They were met by the women and children, with demonstrations of wild joy, and escorted to the centre of the village. Only one prisoner was there ;the grim scalps that swung at the belts of the Chippewas, showed that no mercy had been give en. Revengeful eyes glared upon the unfortunate Sauk, and Wam-e-nov-sa observing it, arose and addressed them. “ Warriors! Wame-noo-sa speaks to you.” Many of the warriors here sprang to their feet. “ You remember many moons ago, he went from his home with a black charge against him. You believed him dead, but he lives, and, warriors, Wam-e-nuo-sa was innocent. O-moo-moo-la was false as a Pale-face. He spake with wicked words, and deceived the Chippewas, that he might take from Wam-e-noo-sa the Morning Star that Madas-ka had given him to shine in his wigwam. She would not listen to his forked tongue, and be sought revenge.

Who was it led the Sauks to the doors of your lodges? Warriors! it was O-moo-moo-la; behold bin !" pointing to the Sauk who sat sullenly near him. “Shall Wame-noo-sa dwell with his people once more ?"

An ejaculation of surprise burst from the lips of every one, as he uitered the words “behold him," and looking keenly at him, all detected, even through the skilful disguise that had deceived them, the base O-moo-moo-la.

It is not necessary to describe the punishment that fell upon the traitor; it was speedy, and like an Indian's revenge.

But Wam-e-noo-sa still lives, beloved and respected by his tribe, and the Morning Star has been the light of his wigwam many years.

This is but one of the many examples of the certain punishment inflicted by the red men upon those who offend their laws; and but one of the many examples in savage, as well as civilized life, where virtue triumphs over vice.

Oh God! those days and nights of wo!

As tempest grief, and calm despair, Alternate in my soul would grow

Too much for reason's self to bear! But since my soul hath struggled up

From that dark creed, to faith in Heaven, I've tasted nearly every cup

Which unto mortal lip is given.

Upon the couch of sickness lain,

I've talked with death as friend with friend, Thro' many an hour of racking pain,

I've felt my spirit upward tend. 'Mid toil, and poverty, and care,

And love estranged, and friendship broken, My heart hath never known despair,

Since faith its holy words hath spoken.

Even when the best beloved of earth

Had cold, unkind, and careless grown,And from the wreck of human hopes,

My crushed heart wandered forth alone ; Despair was yet not quite despair,

But even amid this fearful ill,
Arose to Heaven the trusting prayer,

“ Thou Father, God, art with me still !”


Richfield Spa.

At twilight I sat thinking,

And the stars came out to see, Fair as the hallowed Memories

My spirit hath of thee. And as their rays descended

From out their love-lit eyes, I doubted which was fairest,

The Memories or the Skies.

I've laid the loved in silence low,

Yet not in mystery or gloom ; Our faith alone hath power to show

The halo which enshrines the tomb. Death called my babe-my only one

My heart grew faint,-my pain grew wild

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Let the reader consider himself introduced

“ Ever, against eating cares, into one of those palace-residences in New York

Lap me in soft Lydian airs." city, where luxury ministers to wealth, and every evidence is given that the occupants are determined to take life easy. The velvety folds of

A CHAT WITH KATE STANLY-UPON NOTHING the rich damask blend their crimson with the

IN PARTICULAR. elaborately wrought lace of the window drapery, and around the richly furnished parlor hang the

It was a dull, gloomy day of Spring, at least fine displays of Art. The downy seat of the

so said the almanac, but the night before there armed rocking chair receives the lady of the

had been a slight fall of snow, and for a week, mansion, who has studied well the science of

the weather vanes had not changed from the display, and does nothing without a view to how it will strike the beholder. Every movement

easterly point. This horrid east wind.

My thoughts were sluggish and stagnant, a exhibits a grace; every pause is an attitude;

bright idea at the time would have been quite and the perfumed cambric is Airted with a sig. nificance that may vie with the Spanish lady's have such dull, disagreeable feelings come over

an acquisition. Why is it that sometimes we use of the fan. When she presides at the table,

us? Is it the weather ? One might perhaps the taper fingers are finely displayed every time

think so, only they come upon us in all weath. the shining tea vessels are touched, and are so

ers. Heigho, what will become of me sitting placed that the jeweled rings have a bold relief

here so dull and apathetic ? My not very pleasand invite the eye to notice the lily white hand.

ant meditations were suddenly broken in upon To command the servants, to submit to be dres.

by the sound of a closing door, and a light footsed, to ornament and give interest to the parlor,


the stair. and now and then to make exertion enough to

• Thank fortune," said I, somebody is com criticise the doings of the household below stairs, ing," and Kate Stanly stood before me.

" Thank is all that is expected of her. If a dress is de

ful am I to see the human face divine, for here I sired, she has but to order it; and whatever of

sit moping in hopeless stupidity. Pray tell me attentions can be rendered to make her sure that

a nice bit of news, or something to enliven me." her happiness is cared for by those about her,

“Oh dear,” said Kate, fanning berself vigor. are assiduously bestowed.

ously, “how very warm you are here; pray let Such is the lady who in conversation with a

me open a window, for I am almost stified." visitor seems struck with astonishment that the

“Open a window," shrieked I, "and the wind visitor is intending to hear Mr. Chapin preach, been east for a week, surely you will catch your and thinks her guest had better go with her to death cold." the Methodist church. “Can it be," says the “Not at all,” said she, throwing open the 1 lady of leisure, “that you are a Universalist

casement, “the east wind does not blow out of that hear Universalists preach ?" “ Yes,” the West, old Grimes' history to the contrary is the reply; and to this the lady answers by' notwithstanding. I will keep it open but a few



loves you,


moments, but I have had such a walk, just look As something not to trouble or disturb it
at the mud on my precious feet. But I see you But to complete it adding life to life.
are engaged with pen and paper, upon what And if at times beside the evening fire
were your bright ideas at work ?

You see my face among the other faces, “ Nothing in particular."

Let it not be regarded as a ghost “Ah that is it, nothing in particular; you

That haunts your house, but as a guest that have told the whole secret now. If you had been engaged upon any thing in particular, I

Nay even as one of your own family should not have found you in such a state of

Without whose presence there were something ennui. You have plenty of books about, I see;

wanting." Longfellow's Golden Legend ! how do you


“How very beautiful,” I exclaimed, when she it?”

had finished. “Very well,” I replied, “though not so well

" It is indeed," said she, “I have enjoyed the as Evangeline. Yet some pretend to say that

book exceedingly. I would, however, that the Evangeline is nothing but very bad prose.”

miracle play were not in it. It seems not to "Ah me,” said she, raising up her gloved

harmonize with our reverence of the character hands, “what a fine thing it must be to be a

of Christ, to think of him as he is here describcritic. It is so grand to talk so learnedly about

ed, making clay sparrows and engaged with oththis one's poems and that one's essays, to pull

er children in childish sports. Though in all to pieces this and that new book, with the air of probability his childhood must have been passed one who knows so much, and who has been so

in a great measure like other children. But exvery condescending to the poor author as to read

cuse me, I had entirely forgotten I had left your his work just so that he can say he has read,

window open so long. I will close it. Have and can pass his mighty judgment upon it.

you been out of doors to-day ?" Thank fortune I do not read to criticise; if a

“Out of doors! no, indeed, what is there to book pleases me, I read it and remember it as

tempt a body out to-day?" well as I can, and try to profit by it. If I read

Why, go for the walk, if nothing more." another and it does not please me, and I can de- " For the walk! Look at your own feet, and rive no profit from it, I forget it as soon as possi

say if the walking can be so very pleasant." ble, and this is no difficult task.”

“ It is to be sure rather muddy, but my dear So saying, Kate took up the book and turning

this is an age of progress. What was gutta to where Elsie bids farewell to the prince, read

percha made for, if not that we poor, helpless the following passages :

women could walk out just when we please, “ You do not look on life and death as I do,

without waiting for dry walking and sunshine.” There are two angels that attend unseen

“ But dear me, this horrid east wind blowing

in one's face !" Each one of us, and in great books record Our good and evil deeds. He who writes down

“Yes, that is just the way. When it is a The good ones after every action closes warm south wind, oh that gives one the head His volume, and ascends with it to God,

ache, and makes one feel so languid and weak, The other keeps his dreadful day-book open one must stay at home and lounge upon the soTill sunset, that we may repent, which doing

fa, and do nothing in particular." The record of the action fades away

“ You need not laugh, Kate, it will do for you, And leaves a line of white across the page.

stout, hearty girl, to traverse the streets, through Now if my act be good, as I believe it,

the mud and east wind, with your feet cased in It cannot be recalled. It is already

those horrid boots, but--" Sealed up in heaven a good deed accomplished, “But for me poor, weak, nervous creature, The rest is yours.

whose delicate frame shivers at the least cold, And you, O prince, bear back my benison and melts with the least heat, I must stay withUnto my father's house and all within it. in, and shrink over the stove, or lie languidly This morning in the church I prayed for them, upon the sofa, dreaming dreams of improbable After confession, after absolution

things, and passing my time in more womanly When my whole soul was white I prayed for employments than Miss Kate Stanly chooses to them,

employ herself upon.” God will take care of them, they need me not, Kate said this in such a ludicrous manner, her And in your life let my remembrance linger fine eyes all the time fixed upon my face, her

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