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A
EHYTHMICAL KOMANCE OF MINNESOTA,
THE GREAT REBELLION
MINNESOTA MASSACRES.
BY MYRON COLONEY.
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ST. LOUIS:
PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR.
1866.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in thu year 1865, by
•?*«. \ 5 - MYRON COLONEY,
In the Clerk's Office of the United States District Court,
For the Eastern District of Missouri.
A. mEBUSCH & SON,
Stereotypers & Printers,
ST. Louis, Mo.
IN MEMORIAM.
DIED — la the month of September 1864, at UNION FARM, near Holla, Phelps
County, Mo., stricken down by the bullet of a Missouri bushwhacker,
while with his rifle, "Biting Betty," in hand he was bravely defend
ing the home and family of the author of this book from pillage and
assault, brave and noble Uncle ANDREAS M. DARLING, in the fifty-
eighth year of his age.
IN the year 1858, myself and wife emigrated from
the city of Chicago, 111., to Douglas County, Minn.,
and settled upon the lovely shores of Lake Ida. Doug
las County is about one hundred and sixty miles
north-west from St. Paul, and is reached by travelling
up the valley of the Mississippi Eiver to St. Cloud,
the head of navigation, thence up the Sauk Eiver
Valley in an almost westerly direction to Osakis Lake,
where the eastern boundary of the county begins.
Alexandria, the county-seat and post-office town of the
county, is about twelve miles further on from Osakis
Lake, and Lake Ida is distant from Alexandria about
six miles, still further on toward Breckinridge and
Abercrombie, on the great Red Eiver of the North,
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At the time myself and wife moved into Douglas
County there was no beaten road over the prairie
further than the little paper town of Kandotta, near
Fairy Lake. One log cabin, and a very indifferent
one at that, had been erected upon this site, a liberty
pole put up, a pole stable built and the "town" had
an existence and a name. We purchased ox-teams in
St. Cloud, loaded our household goods and provisions
into the wagons and the journey was commenced.
It was in May and there were no bridges across the
streams. The Sauk River had to be crossed four times
in the journey and as it was very high, we were obliged
to unload each time and after ferrying our goods over
in a small skiff, take the wagon to pieces and ferry it
over in the same manner.
On our journey, at every cabin we stopped at, we
heard of a Mr. DARLING and his family with their
teams and goods just ahead of us, bound for the same
part of the State, and we hurried on expecting every
night to overtake them, but the energy and experience
of the hardy frontiersman widened the distance be
tween us every day, and when we arrived at Alexan
dria we found he had been there some three or four
days, and had immediately proceeded to his " claim "
upon Lake Darling-, about one mile beyond the town
in the direction of Lake Ida.
Notwithstanding the lateness of the season Mr.
DARLING broke up and fenced about twelve acres of
land and raised a large crop of " sod corn," potatoes,
buckwheat and ruta bagas. He also built himself a
good, warm house, and a stable for his stock, and in
farm enterprise took and kept the lead in all that sec
tion. He was a most indefatigable hunter and trapper
at the season of the year when such business could be
made to pay, and with old " Biting Betty" could shoot
a loon's eye out forty rods distant every fire. " Biting
Betty " was made to order for him in Wisconsin ; she
carried a half ounce ball and weighed sixteen pounds,
which every sportsman ought to know is an immense
weight for a rifle.
Mr. ANDREAS M. DARLING was born of poor parents
on a rugged farm in the northern part of the State of
New York, and his father, like himself, appears to
have been a kind of a "rolling stone," always keeping
ahead of "civilization." In an early day they moved
to western New York, and thence to Ohio, and there
young ANDREAS took the contract of cutting down the
forest on the present site of Cleveland, Ohio. When
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settlers began to be too numerous, he moved into
Michigan, where he married, thence into Wisconsin,
and from there into Minnesota.
He was a large, well proportioned man, standing
six feet four inches in his stockings, powerful, kind
hearted and true. No man was readier at a " raising/'
"chopping,1' "logging,'' or "plowing," than he. He
was invariably chosen as "boss" of the occasion, no
matter what it might be. He was always on hand at
the frequent "dances" with which the settlers, for
miles around, sought to make merry the long winters
of that distant, hyperborean region, and his "team"
always contained the jolliest load of young folks in the
settlement.
When the Sioux massacres commenced I was fort
unately away from home. My wife had gone to Chic
ago to visit her parents, and I was travelling through
Indiana purchasing sheep. My house and its contents
were burned and several of the neighbors, living
higher up the road, were killed.
The settlers about Alexandria organized themselves
into a company, and electing Mr. DARLING captain,
hastily left their homes for St. Cloud, one hundred
miles below. The Indians followed and surrounded
them nearly every night, but did not dare to attack,
and finally the whole party reached St. Cloud in safety.
The crops had all been left standing in the fields,
and the cattle, hogs and sheep were roaming at large.
Assurance was given to Mr. DARLING by Governor
KAMSEY that a company of soldiers should be stationed
permanently at Alexandria very soon, and therefore
as soon as he could find safe quarters for his family,
he with a neighbor of his, Mr. BARNES, went fearless
ly back to their homes and commenced saving their
crops, and as soon as the soldiers came up they moved
their families back again.
I never returned, but moving to St. Louis, com
menced trading through south-west Missouri and Ar
kansas, and finally in connection with another gentle
man of St. Louis, purchased the HAMILTON LENNOX
plantation of a thousand acres, near Rolla, and christ
ened it "Union Farm.1' It was so near Eolla, which
was strongly garrisoned, that I never entertained the
slightest apprehension of trouble from bushwhackers,
and with my wife and father-in-law and family did not
hesitate to move upon the place at once.
I had kept up a pretty regular correspondence with
Mr. DARLING, and believing him to be in a good deal
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of danger on his claim, a mile from the stockade, I
advised him to come down to Missouri and take charge
of my property as overseer. As there was a drouth
prevailing in Minnesota at the time and his family felt
lonesome and discouraged, he consented and selling
out his teams, utensils &c., came on.
I had leased the property to my father-in-law, Mr.
CHAUNCEY TUTTLE, for a term of years, and he, rati
fying my arrangement with Mr. DARLING, gave him
full charge of the farm. All went along peaceably
and well, until the month of September 1864. Myself
and Mr. TUTTLE had come up to St. Louis on business
and while here received the following telegram which
fell upon us like a flash of lightning :
To MYRON COLONET:
"We were bushwhacked last night and
Mr. DARLING was killed.
MRS. J. A. COLONEY.
Alas, it was too true! The dear, kind-hearted,
brave old man was shot down while gallantly defend
ing the entrance of my parlor. The murderers were
" DICK KITCHEN'S " band of guerillas, to whom, it is
alleged, the "WRIGHT boys," lately shot by Col. BAB-
COCKE'S men, belonged. The immediate instigators
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of the murder were two sons of the former owner of
the place, TOM. and BILL LENNOX. They have yet
to answer to the law for this most foul and hellish deed.
The military authorities at Holla sent over an escort
and brought the body of the brave old man to town,
and buried him with becoming obsequies in the mili
tary burying ground. His stricken widow and her
children determined to return to the " claim" in Min
nesota which they did, and are there at this present
time.
It is for her benefit — to assist her in meeting the
severe struggle of life, deprived as she is of the
manly hand and strong arm on which she was wont to
rely, to assist her in the proper education of her chil
dren, that this book has been printed. I do not know
that it will ever return what it cost, but I trust it will
and hope it will supply a fund for many years to come
to fill the purse that the energy and industry of him
who was so cruelly snatched away from her was
wont to fill.
She now lives upon the shores of Lake Darling in
Minnesota, while the remains of her noble husband
lie away down here in the soil of Missouri. It is my
earnest wish to disinter the body, provide it with a
suitable coffin and send it up to her, but embarrass
ments which have come upon me from being obliged
to give up the farm, and losses in business have put it
entirely out of my power to do so, at present, and if,
therefore, after reading the story of the gallant, kind-
hearted, true old man, any one should feel disposed
to enclose me a contribution for that purpose, however
small, it will be duly acknowledged and appreciated.
" Biting Betty " was carried off by the party who
committed the murder, as was every other thing of
value in my house ; but as the rifle was a very heavy
one it is thought that it was left somewhere in the
State, and if it can be recovered and sent to me, a
large reward will be paid for it.
St. JLouis, Missouri, October 1865.
MYEON C.OLONEY.
DEDICATION.
AT my desk I sit alone,
Bathed in floods of silver-tone —
Evening vesper's soothing chime —
Musing on this work of mine.
Down life's path I turn my gaze
Backward to my boyhood days ;
Then returning, closely look
Through each grotto, grove and nook,
Bower of ease and brambled wood,
Long dark walks of solitude,
Sunny banks and emerald lanes,
Sterile paths and fruitful plains,
Down each yawning, black abyss,
O'er each frightful precipice,
Everywhere- my feet have trod
Since the hour I came from God :
Fain to find a friend who ne'er
Changed with fortune's changeful year;
Faithful friend, long proved and tried,
True when other friendships died ;
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To this friend for whom I look,
I would dedicate my book.
Here are sunny eyes asmile,
Briefly lit — a little while —
With a blast of adverse fate
They grow dark and desolate.
There are graspings of the hand,
Air and intonation bland,
Giving place to cold neglect,
Contact proudly circumspect..
Oh, my soul, and is there then
No true friendship among men?
Sadly turns my heart aside,
To my own dear fire-side,
From the many to the few;
One sits there forever true!
True in sickness as in health,
True in poverty as wealth,
True though I should go astray,
True when others turn away,
Oh, thou sunshine of my life,
Loving, tender, patient WIFE,
God's best, dearest gift to me,
I inscribe my book to thee !
PREFACE.
THIS book has been written under the most un
favorable circumstances, occupying the spare hours of
some six months, for while engaged upon it I have
fulfilled the duties of Commercial Editor of the Even
ing News of this city. It has been written without
a library or even a private room in which to with
draw myself. I have had no lexicons, encyclopedias,
rhyming dictionaries, or books of reference to assist
me. Harpers' Magazine and the newspapers have
been my only helps.
I have sought no publishers as I was almost entirely
unknown as a writer, and feU there would be no prob
ability of my getting one. I have grown up in the
West, am thoroughly inoculated with its rude, ener
getic life and its progressive, individualizing ideas.
Of course my writings must be a true manifestation
of myself. I glory in the spirit of American Ideas
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and demand for myself and claim for all others that
true and perfect equality, both in religion and politics,
that is every human he ing's right on earth.
Faith in the upward progress of the human race in
spite of creeds and bigotries, is the corner-stone of my
religion, and especial faith in the people of the United
States of America is my glory and pride.
So my book is radical upon all subjects, casting off
all the old that seems to have worn out and served its
purpose, and taking up and advocating all the new
that seems good and true.
I do not expect it is a great poem, I do not expect
it will find favor with the rich, highly cultured minds
of the East. I have chosen my characters from the
common walks of life, and my story is largely a re
citation of life's common events. My hero is intended
as a fair type of what free institutions develope ; a
hard working, intelligent, high minded boy, a dutiful
son, a true patriot springing at once to the call of his
country, a free thinker, trusting his own God-given
judgment to decide all questions for him, a brave, up
right and fearless private soldier, an unostentatious
officer and a faithful lover.
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To the best of my ability I have endeavored to em
bellish my narration with poetical ornament and if I
have failed then fail it must be, as I do not know
that I can ever produce anything better. At the
same time I have avoided obscureness of expression,
desiring to have every sentence and figure of speech
clearly understood.
I have committed no intentional plagiarism, and if
there is anything in my book very similar to what
some one else has written before me, I do not know
it now.
Hoping that my sincerity, at least, will not be
doubted, I commit this, my first and undoubtedly my
last literary venture to the great ocean of the Am
erican Mind.
MYEON COLONEY.
St. Louis, Missouri, October 1865.
PART FIRST.
THE BEAUTIFUL HOME -TROUBLE -A WIFE'S DEVOTION,
jfjEEP within an arc of locusts, pouring forth their
4? odors sweet,
Nestled little Thornton Cottage, white and dustless,
clean and neat.
Troops of woodbines clambered fondly o'er the low
verandah, where
.RICHARD THORNTON read his paper, in the spicy
evening air.
Graveled walks and beds of flowers, sweet exotics,
rich and rare,
Backs of fruits and blushing berries formed his
beautiful parterre.
Plots of vines and clustering bushes, round the rear
fence climbing high,
Told of luxuries, whose freshness money sometimes
fails to buy.
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Every threader of the highway paused before that
quiet cot, —
Paused in wishful contemplation of that soul-enticing
spot,
Gazed, until their \veary spirits longed to flee the
outwaici din
To the peaceful, sweet valhalla, to the paradise
within !
RICHARD loved his little cottage, dearly loved its
quiet rest,
Gowned and slippered and surrounded by the fledg
lings of his nest.
HARRY THORNTON was his eldest — fifteen summers,
bright as gold,
On his shining scroll of being had their sunny
names enrolled.
If a stainless soul from heaven — purer than eter
nal day —
Brighter than a diamond cluster, e'er was plucked
and wrapped in clay,
Surely it was HARRY THORNTON'S — looking from
those earnest eyes, —
Truthful, loving, ever rising upward to its native
skies.
Next was JESSIE, sunny-headed, sweet and simple
as her name,
Lovely little bud of glory, tinged with blue and
touched with flame!
Delicate as angel music, floating through a spirit
bovver,
Pensive as the sense of being in the souls most
blessed hour!
Then there was another presence that embodied all
his love,
Brimmed with pleasure all his senses like a bless
ing from above ;
Hither, thither, — moving softly, every touch impart
ing grace,
Blended with an air of comfort everywhere about
the place,
Wife and partner of his bosom — mother of his
little brood,
Sweet disperser of his sorrows — sunshine of each
darker mood,
Sunny-hearted, gentle ESTHER, always quiet, always
neat,
Sure to have his arm-chair ready, gown, and slip
pers for his feet,
Sure to meet him with a welcome shining from her
winsome face,
Sure to twine her white arms round him in a trust
ful, fond embrace.
Oh, a true and gentle woman — more than Iris'
seven-hued span
Typifies God's love and mercy — is his dearest gift
to man !
There was still another presence, bent in form,
white-haired and thin,
'Twixt whose ripe and longing spirit, and the
brighter life within,
But a segment of a cycle yet remained, a bar at
best —
But a short step to that country, where the weary
are at rest.
ESTHER'S father, loved and honored by the household,
one and all,
Spirit-pure, and meekly patient — waited but the
bugle call
That should bid him on to glory — marshal him in
grand array
With the gathering hosts of planets, bannered by
eternal day !
Who could wonder then that RICHARD — toiling,
planning all day long,
Joyed to see the twilight falling, joyed to hear the
cricket's song?
That, then locking care behind him, he, with bound
ing heart and feet,
To his cottage and his dear ones might go flying
down the street!
To the casual observer RICHARD'S was an envied
lot;
But each heart hath secret troubles which the
stranger knoweth not.
For the world is full of shadows, creeping round
the sunniest door,
And each hearth-stone hath its phantoms, grimly
wrought upon the floor !
One sad evening RICHARD tarried — came not, still,
the hour was late
When at length the waiting ESTHER heard his foot
steps at the gate.
Tenderly she flew to meet him, love all beaming
in her face,
But he startled her with : " ESTHER, we must leave
this dear old place !
That vile serpent in our Eden — that Appollyon in
our path,
Has poured out upon us, darling, all the vials of
his wrath.
He has bought those notes of HARVEY and my
cottage deed-of-trust ;
Times are close, I cannot pay them, so he grinds
me in the dust!
How he chuckled as the sheriff closed my little
store to-day,
Hissing: "'You may thank your ESTHER!'" as I
turned to go away.
I was leaving more in sorrow than in anger, till
the sound
Of this stinging insult smote me, then I felled him
to the ground!
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Oh, I know that it was shameful thus to yield to
passion's blast,
But I must have struck him, ESTHER, had that
moment been my last.
In the Syracuse House parlor I have held a long
debate
With the BALDWINS and the CHOUSES that is why I
came so late.
They are friends of ours, my darling, and will help
us to depart,
Never dreaming that their kindness is our bitterness
of heart!
Oh, to leave our little cottage, where our lives were
knit in one,
Where those gifts of God, our children, first beheld
the light of sun,
Where so long we've turned together gilded leaves
of golden years:
Is a bitterness that wrings me, but we have no time
for tears!
We are young yet, ESTHER, darling, God will streng
then us to go;
And withdraw ourselves forever from the venom of
our foe.
In the distant Minnesota, where the skies are ever
blue,
We will seek the quiet border and begin our lives
anew.
We will settle on the margin of some sweet pellucid
lake,
That shall sing its liquid sonnets to the listening fern
and hrake,
And our house shall be embowered in a grove of
maple-trees,
Where the breezes chaunt forever their seolian har
monies.
Neighbors soon will gather round us and we shall
not be alone ;
Then imploring God to bless us let us hasten and
be gone.
We will pack up all our carpets, your piano, and
my books,
And our furniture to charm us by its old familiar
looks ;
We will spend a day in making all our friends a
final call,
And will stop and see Niagara Falls while jour
neying to St. Paul !
Will you go with me, my ESTHER, oh what say
you, loving wife ?
Is this too great a sacrifice for him you took for
life?
Oh! I see, your heart is weeping, for the tears
drop from your eye;
There ! We will not think of going, darling ESTHER,
do not cry ! "
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" You mistake my sorrow, RICHARD, oh, most gladly
will I go !
I will follow you forever, cling to you through weal
or woe !
Not so much the dread of going as the sundering
of ties
That have bound us to our Eden, brought the tears
into my eyes;
So I answer: Yes, my husband, yes, my darling,
brave and true,
Go where judgment seems to lead you, I will
surely go with you!
We will keep from out the shadows, gather sun
shine where we may,
Hold our golden cup of being up for blessings
every day!
Bear with patient resignation, all the gloomy evil
days,
If our Father sends us any, ever giving Him the
praise.
And our comfort in our children will be lustres to
us then;
They will seem much nearer to our souls than ever
they have been,
They will help us in our toiling, lighten every load
they can,
They will both be cheerful workers, and HARRY'S
most a man,
There, besides, is dear old father, who will go,
though hard 'twill be
To forsake his buried treasure down beneath the
willow-tree.
So I look with hopeful pleasure to the coming of
the day
That shall find us bravely journeying upon our
westward way!"
PART SECOND.
SYRACUSE — " BELLE MISSOUEI'' - THE JOCTENEY-NIA-
GAEA FALLS — CHICAGO — STEAMBOAT KIDE ON THE
FATHEE OF WATEES — SCENES IN THE LAND
OF "LAUGHING WATEE,"
SYRACUSE, of Onondaga! at thy name my spirit
<1> thrills!
And thy presence drifts before me, girt by thy ce
rulean hills!
Every avenue and alley, every square and bridge,
and street
In thy dear old corporation is familiar to my feet!
I have strolled through all thy valleys, counted every
singing rill,
And have watched thy great heart beating, from
the crown of Prospect Hill.
All between thee and Salina, where thy crystal
treasures lay,*
I have wandered through the mazes of those acres
many a day;
* The great fields of salt vats.
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Oh, I love to think upon thee, all these weary
years apart.
Syracuse ! I send thee greeting ! darling city of my
heart !
Call to thee from " Belle Missouri," from her rich
metallic hills,
From her broad luxuriant prairies, from her silver
threads of rills!
From her orchards and her vinyards and her " sheep-
besprinkled downs,"
From her rivers and her waterfalls, her cities and
her towns !
Oh, remember her brave people, who in battle's
bloody strife
Have proved that love of freedom far outweighs
their love of life !
See their ever glorious ballots, as I hold them to
the sun —
Every one a deed of valor in the cause of free
dom done —
Oh, remember, how the nation echoed back the
sturdy blow
That- consigned her demon, slavery, to its fitting
home below !
Oh, remember, too, her ruins — blazing homes and
wasted farms !
And the murders at her firesides and wild midnight
alarms !
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Oh, those lonely, blackened chimneys shall be mon
uments of pride !
Telling every coming stranger: "Here a Union
household died ! —
Here for freedom's sake were suffered all the
woes that flesh can know,
Stabs and shots, and flames and curses, from a
drunken, brutal foe !
Here amid wild desolations some true hearts have
ceased to live !
Thus for Liberty and Union giving all that man
can give ! "
Still, remember r " Belle Missouri " makes no. mur
mur of regret;
Though all mangled, torn and bleeding she is not
disheartened yet!
Like - a queen she rises proudly, calmly stem amid
her woes,
Binding up her bleeding temples she again confronts
her foes !
Thank God! her darkness brightens! all rebellion's
hosts elate,
Have been driven in confusion from out her lovely
State !
And now, in vales where lately fierce bloody deeds
were done,
Houses rise up from their ashes! fences glisten in
the sun!
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Billowy fields of wheat are nodding joyously their
heads of gold!
Scythes are singing in the meadows! plows are
crunching in the mold !
Then cry: "Hail to Belle Missouri!" Syracuse, my
early pride,
In the seven-times heated furnace has her loyalty
been tried !
She has exorcised her demons, clothed in reason
now she stands,
Proud and queenly, rich and lovely, State of states,
and land of lands !
Yes, I love thee, Central City, as did RICHARD on
that day
When, with all his dear ones round him, he was
swiftly home away —
Borne forever from the cottage where had passed his
early days ;
Sighing, as familiar places swiftly vanished from his
gaze.
Sighing deeper, as he pondered, why, in this brief
lease of life,
Man against his fellow-mortal should array himself
in strife ;
Why with malice and with vengeance man his
brother should pursue,
When 'tis better to be gentle, kind and loving, good
and true.
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Face to face with great Niagara BICHARD and his
household -stand —
Awed to silence, lost in wonder, almost breathless,
hand in hand,
On the deck of the small steamer, gazing at the
giddy crown *
Of that roaring, fearful deluge, spanned by rain
bows, rushing down!
Spectacle to be remembered 'mid belittling things
of earth !
.NVer will grander vision greet us till we know a
higher birth !
Several days did RICHARD linger, chained to that
enchanting spot,
Brimming all his soul with mem'ries never more to
be forgot.
Through the groves of Iris Island daily with his
dear ones strolled,
Dreaming out the grand old legends that the rush
ing waters told,
While the vast primeval cedars, spreading wide their
verdant arms,
Added coolness to the splendor of Niagara's varied
charms.
More contrite and meek in spirit, to his Maker closer
drawn
By the sermon of Niagara, EICHARD journeyed fur
ther on ;
Paused a day to view Chicago, whose strange hist'ry
bears the stamp
Of the wild tales of Alladdin and his genii haunted
lamp.
Viewed with pride the interchanging, East with West,
and man with flfen,
By the hundred handed railroads and the fleets of
Michigan ;
Viewed the palaces of marble in a long line white
and new,
Catching the first rays of sunshine flung across the
dancing blue ;
Grew bewildered o'er discussions of the rise and
fall of grain,
Corner lots, suburban ventures, river frontage, loss
and gain,
And with all the vast importance of Chicago deep
impressed
On the tablets of his spirit, he resumed his journey
west.
Swiftly flying over bridges while the waters flashed
beneath,
Turning bluffs and threading valleys on they rattled
to Dunleith!
Where historic Mississippi, vast and deep and wide
and bright,
In its silvery effulgence bursts in grandeur on the
sight !
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There was hurry of embarking, anxious fears for
trunks and freight,
Baggage heaped up in confusion, parcels crushed at
fearful rate,
Whistles screaming, bells aringing, runners drumming
for each boat,
Grlad was RICHARD and his darlings when at last
they got afloat !
All was quiet on the river, brightly shone the stars
o'er head,
Puffing, puffing up the current, strongly on the
steamer sped.
Perched on piles of bales and boxes, interchanging
jests, the hands
Calmly wait the hurried labor when the steamer
" woods" or "lands."
" Light the torches ! " " Throw the stage out ! " "Who
can tell us where we are ? "
"Bad- Axe Landing!" "Put that freight out!"
" Haul the stage in ! " " Lively there ! "
On again the steamer pushes, passengers again
subside,
Silence reigns throughout the cabin, all is still along
the tide.
With the first blush of the morning RICHARD'S family
were out,
To behold historic places they might pass upon the
route.
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Rafts of lumber, skiffs of Indians, towering bluffs,
and islands green,
Towns and landings, boats and woodpiles were the
main things to be seen.
Soon the sense of vision wearied — all the towns
looked rude and small,
Till, upon her rocky terrace, they beheld and hailed
St. Paul !
Here they purchased teams and wagons, over land
pursued their way,
Pitching tents at early evening, moving on at break
of day.
O'er the rushing Minnesota on a ferry they did
ride,
Where the battlements of Snelling loom above the
river side !
By the side of "Laughing Water" camped the first
day from St. Paul,
Sweetly hushed to gentle slumber by the music of
its fall.
Then they moved across the country — lovelier spots
were never seen, —
Fairy-lakes and groves of timber, rolling prairies,
fresh and green.
Then along Sauk Eiver Yalley, where the Scan
dinavian farms,
Rich with corn and wheat and barley, add a sub
stance to the charms !
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Where in grand old fire-places merry flames leap
high and red,
When the winter's chilling mantle o'er the shivering
earth is spread !
On they travelled up the valley — slowly journeyed
day by day,
Passed Sauk Centre and Kandotta, paper cities, on
their way.
Those were days when speculation's wild and crazy
tide ran high —
Fools mapped cities by the thousand, luring other fools
to buy!
But they failed to compass EICHARD, though their
toils were nicely set;
Sternly following up a purpose — further on he
travelled yet.
Where the lakes of Douglas County wide their liquid
silver spread,
And clean groves of sugar-maples waved their grace
ful arms o'er head,
Where rich undulating prairies, fringed with timber,
Jong had lain,
Pierced by streams and green with meadows, ofTring
ready fields for grain.
Toward this fairy combination, steadily did EICHARD
tend,
Where, at last, in glad fruition, his long journey had
its end!
PART THIRD.
MEETING OF MANOMIN AND HAEEY THOKNTON-LOVE
AT FIRST SIGHT,
o'er the silvery waters of Lake Ida, clear
^P and strong,
On a bright autumnal morning came a wild entranc
ing song.
'Twas a song of Indian legend, of a spirit ill at
rest,
Wandering in the land of shadows ever wretched and
unblest.
How the echoes flung the music back in chorus from
the shore.
As the singer beat the measures with the dipping of
her oar.
Swiftly, as a swallow gliding, toward the shore the
shallop sped,
Leaving rearward on the waters flashing lines of
silver thread !
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Slender, graceful, was the figure, clad in semi-Indian
dress,
And her Gallic, classic features true ideal loveli
ness.
Bare and beautiful young being in this wild, secluded
spot,
Oh, whence come you ? whither going ? but the echoes
answer not.
HARRY THORNTON, who was standing with his rifle
in his hand,
Gazed in wonder as the maiden lightly sprang out on
the sand ;
Gazed with senses all bewildered as she moored
her little boat,
Then a crowding swarm of queries through his puzzled
brain did float :
"Surely, she was not an Indian?1' Ah, that sweet
face answered " no ! "
Yet her boat and strange apparel seemed to say : " It
might be so ! "
Round her neck she wore a collar from the grebe-
duck's glossy skin,
And a scarlet woolen jacket kept her heaving bosom
in;
Jacket trimmed with beads, and feathers from the
great bald eagle's breast,
Thickly mingled with the plumage of the raven's
purple crest.
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Soft and white, her slim waist clasping, with its
pendants hanging low,
Was a bead-bound graceful girdle, made from snowy
cariboo.
Seals and charms and curious trinkets, formed from
elk-horn, polished bright,
And carnelians, carved in figures, dangled in the
morning light.
Then her skirt of dark blue broadcloth, dropping
just below the knee,
Fringed with silk around the bottom, was as neat as
neat could be.
Eyes so large and dark and thoughtful, oh, what
glorious eyes were those —
Eyelids fringed with silken lashes, long and handsome
in repose.
Oval features, cheeks of velvet, teeth as white as
purest pearl,
.Raven hair, and mouth as lovely as e'er graced a
city girl,
Hands and feet! what tiny patterns of what hands
and feet should be!
Captivating little Yenus ! goddess of an inland sea,
HARRY THORNTON'S heart is leaping with a throb
he '11 ne'er forget,
Through his soul there flows a longing ! young love's
tide has fairly set!
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" Sir, good morning, " spoke the maiden, frankly giv
ing him her hand,
" Father lives away up yonder, just behind that point
of land.
All last night we saw your fires and this morn your
white tents shine,
So I came to bid you welcome to this lovely lake
of mine !
I have christened it Lake Ida, sister's name in mind
to keep,
Who, beneath a balm of G-ilead, sleeps that never
ending sleep.
Father trades with the Ojibways, mother is Ojibway,
too,
And my name, sir, is MANOMIN ; pray, sir, tell me,
who are you?
"I am simply HARRY THORNTON, those are father's
tents you see ;
We have all come here to settle, father, mother, sis,
and me.
As the weary miles we traveled from a far off city
here,
Little did we dream of finding such a sweet young
neighbor near;
And when first I saw you coming, like a fairy from
the skies,
Though my spirit drank your music, yet I could not
trust my eyes ! "
" Oh, sir, I am not a fairy — nothing but a half-breed
girl —
And amid the tide of fashion, in a busy city's
whirl,
When the blaze of regal beauty, loveliness refined,
adorned,
Turned its splendors full upon me, ah your fairy
would be scorned !
Here you see me 'mid surroundings rude and rough,
uncouth and wild,
Clothed in all the rich profusion a fond father clothes
his child,
And compare me with the Indian maids and matrons
flitting by —
There I grant you, there 's no fairy more a fairy here
than I!
But before your blazing beauties I should vanish like
the moon,
Who, when full, is bright at midnight, but is lost in
light at noon !
Don't say nay, sir, what I tell you is the truth, you
may depend,
Here, sir, I am free and happy, only longing for
a friend,
Some congenial, kind companion that my heart might
twine around,
Then I would not leave Lake Ida, e'en to be an
empress crowned !
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How I hoped that little sister would have lived, but
all in vain ;
She was but a ray from Heaven, soon she melted
back again!
So I've come to see if you, sir, — oh, forgive, if I
offend
By my frankness, — if, perhaps, sir, you would be
MANOMIN'S friend?
You, your father, mother, sister, all shall be dear
friends of mine —
Oh, my spirit reaches to you like the tendrils of
a vine ! "
"What a flood of blissful feeling rushed through HAR
RY'S heart and brain!
Floods magnetic through his spirit throbbed as pulses
throb with pain,
And he answered : " Yes, MANOMIN, gladly will I be
your friend,
And God grant, that like a circle, this dear pledge
may have no end !
Call me HARRY, treat me frankly, and how happy
we shall be;
Come, MANOMIN, come to mother, all shall welcome
you with me I
I will show you dear old grandpa, darling little
JESSIE too,
They will join with me, MANOMIN, in this friendship's
pledge with you I"
"Well, then wait a moment, HARRY, father sends a
few wild geese,
I have also brought some wild rice, as an offering
of peace.
In your tongue my name is '"Wild Rice,' " and in
future, when you see
Wild rice all along our rivers, it may make you
think of me."
" Think of you ? can I forget you ! From this mo
ment, I declare,
Through my spirit flows a river, wild rice growing
ever there !
Stop, MANOMIN, let me carry that great pack of
heavy things —
Is this queer thing a goose, MANOMIN? bodkin bill
and speckled wings ? "
" Goose ? oh, no, sir ! that is nothing but a singebis,
or loon,
Which I shot while I was fishing at the inlet
yester'noon ! "
"What, you shot it?" "Yes, indeed, sir, don't you
see my rifle here?
Many an elk has bowed before it, many and many
a bear and deer."
Then she swung aloft her rifle, angry flashing in
the sun :
"Here it is, sir! ah, you know not half the valiant
deeds it 's done !
Come, sometime, to father's cabin, you shall see a
strange sight there, —
Trees festooned with fowl and venison, strips of elk,
and steaks of bear ;
Loon skins, of resplendent colors, fashioned into capes
and hoods,
Cuffs and collars and fur wrappers, life crop of the
lakes and woods !
Such the harvest which we gather, wild MANOMIN
and her gun,
But for sport I never hunted, never killed a thing
for fun;
Even wolves slink off in safety which offends my
father sore,
Though I shoot them when they venture round the
precincts of our door.
When I fish, for food I angle, when I hunt, for
food I kill,
Often for a starving neighbor — which is more praise
worthy still.
Oh. improvident and wretched, steeped in vice, de
spair and woe,
Are our poor, unhappy Indians — but the whites
have made them so !
Even father, darling father — he who loves me more
than life,
Through the greed of traffic daily scatters wide the
seeds of strife !
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Oft with tears 1 have besought him to leave off his
hurtful trade,
But he has not hearkened to me, ne'er will hearken,
I'm afraid!"
Thus they chatted, pure and simple, frank of heart,
and good and true,
Naught of envious pride or hatred, naught of selfish
ness they knew.
All the world seemed full of glory, candor, honor,
love and truth.
God ! 'tis shameful the undreaming all our holy
dreams of youth !
Presently they reached the campment, where, beneath
a grateful shade,
Tents were pitched and fires build ed and the daily
meals were made.
Here MANOMIN'S cordial welcome caused some truant
tears to start,
But she hid them as she gathered little JESSIE to
her heart.
We will leave her for the present, happy in her new
found friends,
Twining JESSIE'S sunny tresses 'round her tapering
finger ends.
PART FOURTH.
THE CHOPPERS — THE RAISING-— A GOOD SUPPER AND A
JOLLY TIME -INDIAN SUMMER- INDIANS -
ESTHER'S PEARS,
JJN the wild and windy forest how the cheerful
o^ axes rung !
While old Autumn on the choppers golden showers
thickly flung !
From the wrinkled limbs of lindens, from the spread
ing tops of elms,
From the tall and trembling aspens, piercing into
spirit realms,
From great oaks and balms of Gilead, that for cent
uries had stood,
From the silver plumaged maples, pride .and beauty
of the wood,
From the button-wood and walnut and the ash-tree's
lofty crown,
From the iron-wood and willows swept the glittering
treasures down!
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Axes rang and laughter bounded, while majestic
over all
Rose the thunder of the timber, sweeping grandly
to its fall!
All the settlers had assembled, sturdy, brown, broad-
handed band,
With their axes on their shoulders, come to lend a
helping hand
In the rearing of a dwelling for the stranger just
arrived,
Yowing they would never leave him till his family
were hived !
Chopping down and nicely hewing, smooth and thin,
the forest trees,
Sawing, riving, shaving shingles, all were busier than
bees!
Bossed by Uncle ANDREAS DARLING day by day the
dwelling grew
'JSfeath that busy band of workers, while their jokes
like arrows flew;
Trowels scraped and hammers rattled, axes glim
mered in the sun;
Roofed and plastered, floored and windowed, RICH
ARD'S house at last was done.
'4Nbw then, boys,'*' said Uncle DARLING, "many help
ers make work light,
Let us move in all this plunder, then we'll have a
jig to-night!"
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Chairs and tables, bales and boxes from the wagons
were unbound,
Beds put up and in the mean time two young men
were sent around
To invite the girls, and hire, if they could, old JIM
McBRIDE,
Who was a most splendid fiddler and a jolly chap
beside !
HARRY THORNTON and MANOMIN meanwhile hunted
far and near,
Trolled for trout and bass and pickerel, laid in wait
for bear and deer,
Yisited cranberry-marshes, gathered wild plums and
wild pears,
Bagged fat pigeons by the dozen, caught young
partridges in snares.
Oh, the bliss of those excursions in MANOMIN'S light
canoe !
Oh, the joys that thrilled their spirits as they tramped
those forests through !
Many a deer escaped their bullets, lost they many a
finny prize,
When, instead of "bobs" and "runways" they but
watched each other's eyes !
Yet, withal, they were successful, loads of fish they
daily caught,
Piles of game of different species — every evening
home they brought.
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To have solved the question fairly might have
eternized the name
Of the most sagacious lawyer, e'en of Philadelphian
fame!
In a grove of sugar-maples ESTHER spread the re
past out.
What a sight for Epicurus, if that god had been
about :
Blue-winged teals and royal mallards, fed upon wild
celery beds,
Black ducks, marsh-hens, juicy widgeons, fat and
savory crimson-heads,
Plump wild geese and golden pheasants, prairie
chickens, young and sweet,
Richly dressed and brownly roasted, more than fifty
men could eat!
Broad, black bass and mammoth pickerel, stuffed
with highly seasoned paste,
Pike and trout, "all poured with sauces, cooked to suit
the daintiest taste,
Haunches of the tenderest ven'son, juicy sirloins of
the bear,
Steaks of elk and steaming pot-pies filled with
buttery grouse were there !
Berries stewed to crimson sauces, vegetables of every
kind,
Flakey biscuit, golden butter — really, the bewildered
mind
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Shrinks from the enumeration of the many viands
there,
Grows confused and lost in wonder at this princely
bill of fare !
Praise was lavished on the hunters 'mid sly twinkles
of the eye,
When MANOMIN, quickly rising, stole in silence,
blushing, by;
HARRY also soon was missing, but the roaring feast
went on,
Dishes rattled, glasses jingled, red with blood of
demi-john !
Fragrant coffee poured its incense wide upon the
star-lit air,
Savory smells of roasted dishes smote the senses
everywhere !
Down along the loaded table colored lanterns hung
in range,
Rendering the whole scene bewildering, oriental,
wild and strange.
Surely, Ida's silvery echoes never were thus woke
before,
Never answered back such music gaily ringing round
her shore !
On the floor the couples gather, wild and free the
music swells.
Round and round the brawny hunters twirl the hyper
borean belles!
How they danced, and how the music poured its
volume of sweet sound,
How all flew when Uncle JIMMY called out loudly:
" All hands round ! "
Oh, it was a happy party, wild and joyous, full of
glee,
All their hearts were running over, full of fun as
hearts could be !
Uncle DARLING waltzed and polkaed, danced the
schottish o'er and o'er,
Ending with the jig of juba hoed down solus on
the floor !
Then the guests commenced departing and " good
nights" were kindly said,
Though it should have been " good morning," as the
east was getting red,
And, before the echoing laughter of ihe party died
away,
Level beams of silvery sunshine registered a new
born day!
ESTHER, after briefly slumbering, bathed her face,
and changed her gown,
Then, assisted by MANOMIN, went to work to "settle
down."
Little JESSIE and her grand-pa still were sleeping
over-head
In the yet unfinished chamber, on a temporary
bed.
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Long they'd watched the noisy frolic with a truly
childish zest,
Age and youth, at last succumbing, wearied out they
sought their rest.
How they slumbered, sweetly slumbered, — while the
sun rose bright and high,
Pouring floods of glory earthward, through a cloud
less autumn-sky.
HARRY and his father early — scarcely seven by
the clock, —
"Went to felling stable-timber for the housing of their
stock.
Ere they went the little table, nice and cosy, had
been spread,
Glorious coffee, breast of chicken, yellow butter,
snowy bread,
Were the items all sat down to — HARRY by MANO-
MIN'S side —
Glowing thoughts were his that morning — oh, their
range was wild and wide !
Now, that ESTHER and MANOMIN had the field unto
themselves
How they worked ! They raised the cup-board, scour
ed and put up the shelves,
Washed the floors and cleaned the windows, tacked
the front-room carpet down,
Moved in RICHARD'S walnut book-case, dusted clean
from base to crown,
Hung, on cords before each window, nice white mus
lin curtains up,
Scoured basins, knives and sauce-pans, washed each
plate and dish and cup,
Made the beds and hung the pictures and the mirror
on the wall,
Nailed some hooks up for the rifles, also some for
hat or shawl.
Out of chaos they brought order, and before the set
of sun
They had finished up their labor all that they could
do was done.
Snugly, in its cumbrous package, left to lie another
day,
Waiting brawnier arms and sinews, mutely the piano
lay.
Evening came, and all were gathered round the fire's
cheerful light,
Once more happy and contented RICHARD'S heart
brimmed with delight.
Worn and weary with their labor early all retired
to bed,
JESSIE and MANOMIN going to the little room o'er-
head.
Thus auspicious, rich with promise, opened RICHARD'S
new career,
'Mid a host of cordial neighbors, on a prospering
frontier,
Blessed with health, and strength, and patience,
cheerful heart and willing hand,
Teams sufficient, and utensils, rich and fruitful vir
gin land,
Snug and comfortable dwelling, stores enough to last
a year,
Wife and children, books and music, what had
BICHARD'S heart to fear?
Different dreams that night were HARRY'S: scarlet
waists and beads and quills,
Soft black eyes and thrilling kisses to the brim his
spirit fills!
Weary sleepers, slumber sweetly, we will bid you
a " good night " —
Undisturbed pursue your wand'rings through the
dream-land valleys bright.
the hazy Indian summer, sweetest period of
the year.
All the purple forests echoed with the bounding tread
of deer!
And the rippling, splashing noises of the water-fowl
at night
Filled the spirit of the Indian with the throbbings of
delight !
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Everywhere the sound of rifles told of busy hunters
out,
Every night the glare of fires told of Indians
about !
And the timid ESTHER shivered as she saw those
nightly gleams.
While memories of Wyoming ensanguined all her
dreams !
'Twas in vain MANOMIN told her, "the Ojibways
were all true,
That they would never raise their hands against
the whites, she knew,"
For a long time she was fearful and would tremble
every night,
Gather JESSIE closely to her if an Indian came
in sight.
But at last she grew accustomed to their presence,
more and more,
Losing all her nervous feelings, when they came
about her door.
And soon she had a torrent of Ojibway life to stem,
For her piano proved to be great medicine to them,
And to every nook and corner of their Eeservation
flew
The fame of that strange " singing-box," till every In
dian knew,
And longed to see it, and they came, both sexes,
old and young,
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And for days MANOMIN kindly explained in their
own tongue,
All about the shining wonder, all about the glistening
keys,
All about the hidden spirit that sobbed out the har
monies !
PART FIFTH.
WINTER AMUSEMENTS -MANOMIFS QEIEF,
JNTER whitened o'er the country, bitter winds
howled round the door,
Yet MANOMIN came as often down to BICHARD'S,
as before.
Oh, the Saxon in her nature daily waged a bitter
strife
With her low and rude surroundings, yearning for
a higher life.
Like the never varying needle, turrn'ng always to
the pole,
Ever so to RICHARD'S dwelling turned her young
aspiring soul.
How she hungered how she thirsted for the light
that books can give !
And within the sphere of music seemed another
life to live!
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There was still a deeper passion, in those yearnings
of the heart,
In which love for HARRY THORNTON played no
secondary part.
Many months, in all her Sittings, through the forest,
o'er the tide,
Hunting, fishing, pleasure seeking, HARRY had been
"by her side ;
Wise and manly, honest hearted, pure, unselfish,
good and kind,
He was deeply, and forever, in her heart of hearts
enshrined.
Then she loved sweet little JESSIE with a passion
almost wild,
While — ah, love's just compensation — she was wor
shipped by the child.
See their tresses intermingle, ebony with brightest
gold,
While MANOMIN is relating all the wonders mani
fold
Of the grim and dark old forest and the fern-fields,
and the brake,
And the lost loon's mournful legend, ever crying
round the lake.
Bright with happiness and beauty, prone before the
hearthstone's flames,
Hear her teaching little JESSIE musical Ojibway
names :
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" Nepe, darling, means the water, waugh-bo is the
term for drink,
Muck-o-day-muskik-ah-waugh-bo, ah you laugh, now
would you think
That long name was meant for coffee ? Washkiss is
the bounding deer,
Mushkose, elk — pewauglibec, iron — oh, you'll learn
them, never fear.
Waughpose, rabbitt — bungee, little — buckety means
thin, or poor,
Also signifies " ' I 'm hungry,' " often heard about
your door.
Shema, woman — waubun, morning — and kiagago
means " * I 've none.' "
Waukiagan stands for dwelling — boskiasegan is a
gun.
NessesJiin means " ' you are pretty' " — listening HAR
RY here broke in —
" Let me tell you then, MANOMIN, — Bungee shema,
nesseshin ! "
How she blushed, but still continued — " Mukwa,
JESSIE, stands for bear,
Oc-kick, bucket, or a kettle — popum, a stool, or
chair.
NitcMe, means a friend or fellow — nepoo, kill, to die,
or dead,
Do-do-shaboo stands for butter, and bvckwauzMgan
for bread,
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Neca means a goose — mondamin singnifies the wav
ing corn,
And chee-no-dm is the zephyr playing on the lake
at morn,
Muck-o-day is rifle-powder — weweep, quickly — um-
ba, go,
Scoota-waughbo, dreadful whisky, — the poor Indian's
direst foe.
Oween-in-de-shyon, nitchie, is to say, " ' whence come
you, friend?'"
Dibbe-mn-ge-gan, a circle, ring, or thing without an
end,
Sha-ki-ess-scoota-wan, JESSIE, seldom drawn so leng
thy, means
Those mysterious things your matches ; musco-tassa-
min is beans.
There, I'll finish, for the present, for your brain
has got its fill,
Let me kiss you, little darling — you have kept so
nice and still ! "
Those were happy winter-hours — the old fiddler,
JIM McBRiDE,
As a better place for trapping also came there to
reside.
Snugly stored away in crannies of the jolly fellow's
brain
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There were lots of queer old stories of dark forests,
glen and plain,
There were songs and tunes and riddles, there were
games of every sort,
That filled up those hyperborean days with merriment
and sport.
Quickly sped the merry winter, soft and warm the
south winds pour,
All at once, with smells of daisies, spring came,
singing at the door,
Came with warbling of the robins, came with bud
dings of the trees,
Every foot-print marked with flowers, incense flung
on every breeze.
Out of all those days of softness, out of all those days
of bloom,
'Mid the fresh and virgin greenness, 'mid the delicate
perfume,
On MANOMIN dawned the morning of a sad and
bitter day —
Death had borne her Indian mother to his dusky
realms away !
Deep and bitter was her sorrow, lowly drooped her
graceful head,
In the wide and silent forest, all alone there with
her dead !
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For her father was off trafficking two hundred miles,
or more,
At Lake Hassar's lonely trading-post, and evergreen-
girt shore.
Suddenly, and unexpected, was her mother called
away,
Without warning her freed spirit left its tenement
of clay !
All the day, prostrate with sorrow, how she mourned
beside the bed,
Pouring forth endearing accents to the cold, unheed
ing dead !
All the day the robins whistled, all the day the blue
birds sung,
All the day with spring-time melodies the forests
gaily rung;
But MANOMIN did not heed them, lifted not her
drooping head,
Never once the silent cabin echoed back her cheerful
tread !
In the silvery edge of evening the old trapper, JIM
McBRIDE,
On his forest-beat returning, to the cabin turned
aside.
And from, him the startled neighborhood MANOMIN'S
sorrow learned
And toward her little dwelling scores of feet were
quickly turned.
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Oh, she found no lack of mourners, many a sym
pathizing heart
Strove to cheer her in her sorrow, or to share with
her a part.
ESTHER wound her arms about her in one long and
fond embrace,
And, then smoothing back her tresses kissed the tears
from off her face.
Old JIM — the brown and brawny — poked his fist
into his eye,
And, with bright drops on it shining, vowed he knew
not how to cry.
EICHARD THORNTON, kindly taking both her hands
within his own,
Spoke endearing words of comfort in a sympathizing
tone:
" Dear MANOMIN be not fearful, oh take heart," he
kindly said,
" Let your tears flow for the living, they are wasted
on the dead !
Oh, the change from earth's probation to the spirit-
life above
Is escaping from a darkness to a scene of light and
love !
Our own home shall be your dwelling-place — oh, do
not look so wild,
For, darling, we will be your parents and you shall
be our child!"
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Gently, then, did HARRY lead her out beneath the
budding trees,
That her fevered, throbbing temples might be billowed
by the breeze,
Tenderly upon his bosom, while he drew her aching
head,
From his spirit's inmost chamber soft and tremulous
ly said:
" Darling, let me sun thy sorrow with my spirits plead
ing, warm,
Let me fold thee up forever from the shadow and
the storm!
Oh, I love thee, dear MANOMIN, shall my love be
all in vain ?
Fold it up within thy spirit, as the flowers do the
rain!
Hush ! thy mother does not need thy tears, for she
has sweetly flown
To that summer-land of loving hearts that soon shall
be our own.
Once within that world of glory what a joy will
then be ours:
Throbbing on 'mid constellations — God's eternal gar
den-flowers, —
While his blessings, like a nectar, poured from many
a golden cup,
Endless streams of bliss ecstatic, fill our thirsty spirits
up !
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Oh, MANOMIN, shed your sadness, for the world is
full of song;
Every shining, circling season brings its melodies
along :
There is music in the spring-time, when the mellow,
tender breeze
Whispers greetings to the grasses in angelic sym
phonies ;
There is music in the summer, in the gently falling
rain,
As it beats its liquid measures softly on the window-
pane ;
There is music in the autumn, in the leaves that float
about,
Sadly sighing, gently breathing their existence sweet
ly out ;
There is music in the winter, in the softly falling
snow,
Gentle, unobtrusive music, so delicious and so low.
Life, itself, is made of music: sweetest strains our
spirits give ;
Let us thank the God who made us, dear MANOMIN,
that we live ! "
PART SIXTH.
SABBATH ON THE FRONTIER -HAERY'S PHILOSOPHY AND
NOBLE SENTIMENTS -GAFFER, OF THE HOLLOW,
the vines and clinging parasites and tops
of all the trees
Glorious, regal, queenly summer flung her banners
to the breeze !
And the clustering convolvuli robed the bald old cliffs
in blue
And snowy white and pink and red, while beads of
glistening dew —
Sweet tears upon the morning's face — hung flashing
in the sun
As royally he mounted up, his daily race to run.
On Lake Ida's sun-lit surface, like white clouds
upon the dawn,
Calmly, somnolently swinging, here and there were
flocks of swan,
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While upon the strands of timber edging round those
prairie-seas
Beat in rippling waves, an incense, odorating every
breeze.
1Twas a pensive Sabbath morning, every energy re-
prest
Nature joined in consecrating the Creator's hour of
rest.
For it seemed as if the noiseless wave, hushed bird,
and softened ray,
Were expressive adumbrations of the humble, quiet
way
She would have us toiling mortals, in a tranquil spirit,
seek
To keep thee — shining child of God — thou first day
of the week!
HARRY THORNTON, on a mossy bank, down by a
purling brook,
That sweetly stole from out the lake, was deep buried
in a book.
And MANOMIN, sweetly, silently, sat close beside him
there,
Diademing with wild roses little JESSIE'S golden
hair.
For a time with what avidity his hungry spirit
fed
On those burning words eternal, then presently he
said:
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"Oh, MANOMIN, I've been reading of the life that
is to be,
Of a white-robed, glorious morning, soon to dawn on
you and me,
Soon, I say, because probation, long, to some, although
it seem,
When compared to life eternal is a transitory gleam !
And I feel, whene'er I ponder on the brilliant things
in store
For each one of us poor mortals, on that ever vernal
shore,
I could bear all earth's afflictions, go through life all
blind and lorn,
Daily groping to God's altar, there to thank Him I
was born !
But our minds, although immortal, are contracted
finite things: —
As the sun o'erpowers vision with the splendor that
it flings
So we sink in contemplation of the wondrous works
we trace
To the Hand that sowed with planets all the azure
fields of space !
Sad, indeed, I feel, MANOMIN, as I frequently re
flect,
On the mournful, dark condition of the masses, who
neglect
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To encourage the unfolding of those principles, that
shine
So bright in this material life and in the life di
vine !
Oh, those reachings of the spirit after wisdom, truth,
and love,
After that broad fellowship that binds the angel hearts
above,
After knowledge of eternal space and deep and hid
den things,
After primates and first causes amid Nature's mystic
springs,
Never, never should be smothered by the weight of
selfish cares,
Never, never should be strangled by the growth of
worldly tares.
Doubtless many a thrifty farmer yearly tills his fruit
ful land,
Never wondering how the harvest springs so ready to
his hand ;
Never wondering how or why it is when he has
sown so spare,
•Such a bountiful abundance for his sickle should be
there !
With no longings of the spirit for immortal things
divine,
With no thoughts above his bullocks, with no cares
above his swine,
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Darkly plodding on his journey till he sinks beneath
his years,
To be born a puling infant, in the glorious inner
spheres !
Oh, I recognize the duties and realities of life,
Realize its heavy burdens, know the sharpness of its
strife,
Still, amid its toil and trouble, 'mid its anxious care
and pain,
I would garner up a treasure that should be eternal
gain!
Not of gold, and not of silver, houses, lands, or
costly gems,
But of love, and light, and knowledge, Heaven's
radiant diadems!
Years of enervating study, weary miles of travel,
sore,
Will not serve as open sesames to Nature's hidden
door.
'Tis a door that swingeth lightly, without chain, or
bar, or lock,
'Tis a door that opens freely to the humblest, if
they knock!
While the manly dew of labor gathers thick upon
my brow,
As I fell the heavy forest-trees, or tramp behind
the plow,
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Every chip, or leaf, or flower, every shrub, or bush,
or tree,
Every sod 1 turn or blade of grass speaks lovingly
to me!
In the self same earth embedded, nourished by the
self same rain,
Side by side the elm and maple, side by side the chess
and grain,
Side by side a thousand natures, widely varying,
daily grow,
Some maturing very quickly, some unfolding very
slow,
Never mingling in confusion, but from earth and
air and sun
How precisely the right principles are gathered to
each one !
Thus I daily learn the lessons taught by flower and
tree and sod,
While my glory-laden spirit beats in harmony with
God!
Bows before the great Omnicient, Omnipresent, All
in All,
In the ocean of whose bosom worlds unnumbered
rise and fall!
Out of whose magnetic spirit every tree -leaf is un
rolled,
By whose love the eves of heaven are all fillagreed
with gold!
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By whose power the sap beats steady through the
veins of every tree,
By whose will the winds are driven over forest, plain,
and sea;
By whose sufferance the lightnings draw their gleam
ing sabers out.
By whose guidance every comet keeps its strange
erratic route !
Not the smallest microscopic animalculum that lives
Ever moves without the power that the great All-
father gives!
From His lovely life the flowers catch their thousand-
tinted hues!
From His bosom to the grasses flow the sweet, re
freshing dews !
Every dream of immortality with which our minds
are rife,
Every law that guides our dear ones in the higher,
inner life,
All things in space that go to make the Grand
Eternal Whole
Assure me that each living thing lives in the Fa
ther's Soul!
We are richly blessed, MANOMIN, waked to being
'neath a sun
Where the blessed boon of freedom is conferred on
every one!
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Every one ! oh, God forgive me, I forgot the menial
black,
With his groans and tears and manacles, and gashes
on his hack!
I forgot the sobbing children, clinging to their father's
knees,
As at sight of the slave-trader all their young life's
currents freeze,
I forgot the frantic mother, shrieking like a maniac
wild,
As from out her bosom, ruthlessly, was torn her infant
child !
Oh, I pity them, MANOMIN, but the time shall surely
be
When God's bare arm from Heaven shall reach down
and set them free !
What if through our fields deserted, crimsoned wide
by war's red wave,
Over smoking homes just Heaven makes a pathway
for the slave !
What if grief and death and terror, famine, pesti
lence and woe,
Through our land with desolations, pave a way for
them to go !
What if you and I, MANOMIN, in that fearful reck
oning time,
Gome to grief with other thousands innocent of this
foul crime ?
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Could we blame our common Father, at whose feet
the groans and tears
Of this race have begged deliverance for a hundred
weary years?
Are they not as much his children as the whitest race
of men?
And from chains and lusts and beatings shall he not
release them then ?
Oh, MANOMIN, our republic must yet lay aside this
sin!
She must rise and cast it from her as an adder casts
its skin!
Then redeemed ! regenerated ! founded on true free-
dorn^s rock !
She may face all allied powers, never trembling at
the shock !
And as luminous as God's great seal, set on the deed
of day,
Down the shining path of ages she may grandly
keep her way!
A Freedom's star of Bethlehem ! — a bright beacon,
blazing clear!
Telling all the shipwrecked of the earth, ' " sweet
freedom's port is here ! r "
Yes, I say again, MANOMIN, we are blessed beyond
our ken,
That our day is made so glorious by the deeds of
glorious men !
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Glorious in their Christian virtues, brightest jewels
of a state!
Glorious in their academia, which the world may
imitate,
Glorious in their clanging presses, scattering wisdom
far and wide,
Dropping papers, books and pamphlets at the far
thest fireside !
Glorious in their independence and their simple
polity,
Glorious in their pride of labor, and their gentle
comity,
Glorious in their friendly feelings, holding out in
viting hands
To oppression's struggling victims in the trans- Atlan
tic lands !
Oh, my beating heart is swelling with a wild, immor
tal joy!
And I bless my God, MANOMIN, that I am a Yankee-
boy !»
"Yes, but HARRY, oh, how little know I of those
glorious things,
I am daughter of the forest where dark shadows
spread their wings !
True, the kind Great Spirit gave me a white father,
fond and good,
Then yourself, to shine upon me like a sun-beam
through the wood!
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But my proud, ambitious spirit, struggling in this
hybride clay,
Yainly plucks at clouds that gather and obscure its
perfect day !
Though I Ve always yearned for wisdom litttle pro
gress still I made,
Till you came, for darling father thinks of nothing
but his trade !
He would not have taught me, HARRY, of the glory
of the spheres,
Where no bended form or wrinkles mark the wear
and tear of years !
Nor have told me of the millions — millions upon
millions more —
Bright, seraphic, happy beings, living on that shining
shore !
You have made my heart a garden, where against
love's arches shine
Hopes immortal, burst in blossom, fanned by atmo
spheres divine !
Oh, the future shines before us, all the countless
coming years,
With a grandeur of God's smiling that so overflows
the spheres!
Where, among celestial gardens, crowns of flowers
ever bloom
For the brows of new immortals daily issuing from
the tomb!
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Often has my spirit wandered, in my wild ecstatic
dreams,
Through that land of regnant summer, by the clear,
immortal streams,
Where the roses bloom forever and forever, loved
and blest,
Even poor, misguided Indians find an everlasting
rest!—"
Here a sigh escaping near her made MANOMIN turn
her head,
" Why ! good GAFFER ! how you frightened me ! " she
tremulously said.
" Fear not, daughter, peace be with you, for I bring
you words of love;
You are bidden to my cabin by the shining ones
above.
With you, too, my youthful brother, there be those
that fain would speak,
Come with her and learn together what your eager
spirits seek !
Come this evening, come to-morrow, or on any other
day;
I am GAFFER of the Hollow, and MANOMIN knows
the way ! "
Saying which he wrapped his blanket closer round
his slender frame
And departed through the undergrowth as strangely
as he came.
PART SEVENTH.
SEANCE IN THE FOEEST-THE SPIEIT MESSAGE,
JaoET and mellow fell the moonlight — slanting bars
<& of silver-sheen
Flecked the forest with a brightness, piercing through
the roof of green.
Deep, profoundest calm was reigning — slumber-
locked seemed every breeze,
Loons were wailing in the marshes, glow-worms flam
ing 'mong the trees!
Like a lake of molten silver Ida lay beneath the
light,
Flashing back the mirrored graces of bewitching sweet
young Night !
In a graceful semi-circle swept the beach of glittering
sand,
Where MANOMIN'S skiff was lying, drawn half-way
upon the strand.
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What an atmosphere for lovers, everything conspired
to charm ;
Even forest-shadows wandered two by two and arm
in arm !
Slowly HARRY and MANOMIN moved along toward
the beach,
Tender, low, and deeply earnest, fell the music of
their speech.
They were talking of the future and comparing hopes
and fears,
Interchanging vows and pledges, laying plans for
coming years.
Castle building! sweet withdrawal from real life's
bewildering din !
Though of millions who build castles few there be
that enter in !
At the beach our lovers halted to decide which way
to take,
They were setting out for GAFFER'S — should they
go by shore or lake?
"Let us take the skiff, MANOMIN, I can row you
there, you know,
You will get so tired, darling, if the forest-path we
go-
Mother says that you have labored hard and faith
fully all day,
So I think that we had better take the easiest,
shortest way."
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" Oh, no, HARRY, 'twould be cruel ! all day long
youVe held the plow,
And your arms, though strong and willing, must be
weary even now;
Though I know, 'tis very pleasant in the skiff with
you to ride,
Still, I think it will be nicer — arm in arm and side
by side,
Through this flood of lunar glory, tinted by the forests
green,
For us both to walk, my HARRY, and enjoy this
glorious scene.""
" Well, my darling, I am willing, even so then let
it be;
Oh, to feel you ever near me is sufficient joy for
me."
So they journeyed on together, underneath the em
erald boughs,
Living only in each other, breathing love, exchanging
vows.
There were few in all that country — trader, trapper,
warrior bold,
Child or woman, white or Indian — who with truth,
might not have told
Strangest stories of this GAFFER, things experienced
or heard —
Still 'twas rare to hear him mentioned, strangers
never heard a word
Of the supernatural doings, day and night and night
and day
; At his cabin, in the hollow, wrought by spirits passed
away.
'Twas a-' subject all avoided, none could read the riddle
through —
To your questions they would answer : " I don't know,
no more than you!
All I know, is, I have seen them, felt their hands,
and heard them play
On the banjo, horn and fiddle, heard them come and
go away!
Where they went to — where they came from — who
they are I cannot tell,
There's the way to GAFFER'S cabin, try the thing
yourself a spell!"
Perfect in its isolation GAFFER'S cabin darkly stood,
Girdled round by quaking aspens, in a hollow of the
wood.
Grape-vines wove a woof above it, turning every ray
of light,
Not a moon-beam crossed the threshold even on the
brightest night.
The interior of the cabin was most primitive and
rough,
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That no juggler's art was practised here was evident
enough.
One large square room of hewn oak logs with no floor
except the earth,
A heavy table, fire-place, a single "bunk," or
"berth,"
An air-pump and a curious, rude electrical machine,
With some crucibles and blow-pipe in one corner
might be seen,
Three shelves of books, a violin, and banjo 'gainst
the wall,
A rifle and a microscope, a horn, and that was all,
Excepting some three-legged stools, and antlers of a
deer,
All other "helps" of jugglers were clearly wanting
here.
GAFFER, HARRY and MANOMIN, round the table
joined their hands.
Poor MANOMIN'S heart went thumping up against her
bodice-bands ;
Frightened, though she knew not wherefore, daring
not to speak a word,
How the cold chills rippled o'er her when some little
raps were heard!
Falling first so soft and gently, now they ceased, then
came again,
Thicker, faster, how they rattled, like the pattering
feet of rain!
Then a strong and heavy knocking, like a war-club's
sonorous sound,
Bang three times upon the table, then .smote dully on
the ground !
Instantly the darkness vanished, fled before a brilliant
gleatn
Of a phosphorescent brightness, making poor MANO-
MIN scream.
" Peace, my child, no danger threatens, oh, fear not,"
a soft voice said ;
Then a white hand formed above her and descend
ing, stroked her head !
In a moment more it melted — through the room then
moved a breeze,
Quickly followed by a moaning, like the moaning
sound of seas ;
On the banjo now an air was played upon a single
string,
While a chorus of sweet voices sang as only angels
sing !
Then the yellow gleam grew brighter, rose, and
spread, and grew more bright,
Till no space was left for shadows — all the cabin
glowed with light !
From the midst of which, a presence, bright and
beautiful and mild,
Gazed in love upon MANOMIN — oh, the mother
sought her child !
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Sought her child — what mother would not? Rest
assured, the law of love
Is the gravitation bringing all our dear ones from
above !
If the ether-ushered spirit 's free to go where'er it
choose
Then to linger round its loved ones, what fond parent
could refuse 1
** Oh, MANOMIN, fear no evil," spoke the presence
sweet and low,
" Love, instead, and peace and knowledge bring we
to our friends below !
I can scarcely find expression for the things I wish
to say,
Oh, so different lives the spirit, freed from its dark
bonds of clay !
We are like to persons calling unto one down in
a well:.
Of the glories of the heavens and the landscapes
we would tell,
"With the majesty of ocean, as its billows grandly
roll,
And sublimity of mountains we would fill his dark
ened soul.
We would tell him of the valleys and the far off
peopled stars,
Of cascades and brooks and rivers and the rainbow's
sun-dyed bars!
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Of the forests and the prairies and the fields of
waving grain,
Of the grasses, birds and flowers, of the falling dew
and rain;
But he shuts his ears against us, saying: '"Cease
this talk to me,
I have eyes and will and reason, but these things
I cannot see !
Long and hollo\v is the landscape, circumscribed your
spreading sky,
And I have no faith in mountains, nor in rainbows,
no, not I!
I know all about the ocean, but its billows do not
roll,
Birds and flowers are children's stories, they exist
not in my soul !
Rocks and mosses are around me, overhead I see
the sky ;
Oh, your humbugs don't confound me, by my truths
I'll live and die!'"
Pitying him, we slowly lower down a rope and draw
him out,
Speech could not depict his feelings as his eyes sweep
round about, —
" ' Oh, the beauty, oh, the glory ! to my vision here
unrolled —
God forgive my doubts when truly not a millionth
part was told ! ' "
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So it is with you, my daughter: you may doubt the
truths we tell,
For your spirit, too, is groping in the bottom of a well!
So was mine — oh, darkly groping — till, at length,
you know that night —
A magnetic cord was lowered, — 1 was drawn up
in the light !
And such light ! oh, darling daughter, mind of man
cannot conceive;
Every shrub and weed is radiant past your powers
to believe !
While we move among the forests all their essences
we see,
And the wonderful processes by which nature builds
each tree !
Note the sugar seek the maple, see the resin seek
the pine,
"Watch the primates as they gather to the tree, the
stalk or vine!
Mountain mosses, rocks and pebbles, stalk and grass,
and ilower and weed,
Ores and salts, as well as diamonds, insects, fruits,
and roots and seed,
Houses, furniture and volumes, birds and animals,
and man,
All are given different lustres in the great creative
plan!
All the treasures of the ocean easily we can explore,
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See its pearls and diamonds glitter oh its ribbed and
rocky floor!
Down its wide and watery valleys note the endless
saurian swarms,
See the sea-plants widely reaching forth their hydro
genous arms!
Every pulse within your body, every thought your
rnind unfolds
Is as patent to our vision as the water ocean holds!
We know nothing here of darkness, shadows dwell
not where we are,
Space is one vast blaze of beauty, hither, thither,
near or far !
Bound among ihe constellations we may freely flash
along,
Swelling the eternal chorus — Father God's harmonial
song 1
By our widened, deepened vision, by our brighter,
higher birth,
We would pray you let your longings rise above the
things of earth!
Man is an eternal spirit, fruit of a creative love
Broader, deeper, far more boundless than your firm
ament above !
Not to strive for place and power, not to hunger
for renown,
to buy and sell a brother, not to tread each
other down,
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Not to heap up idle riches, not to grasp, with greedy
hands,
Bonds and deeds and obligations, broad domains of
idle lands,
Not to laden his bright spirit down with things of
little worth,
But to love, to live and let live, was man sent upon
the earth!
Endless circles of progression, starting at the earth,
flow on,
In which mill of life the spirit ever is refined upon!
Every trial, every hardship — when God's plan is
understood,
Will be seen to be an agent for the working out
of good !
Some experiences await you, and your mate there,
by your side,
Which, though pregnant with sad heartaches, cannot
well be turned aside !
As the forest-tree is strenghtened by the rude and
ruthless blast,
So your spirits shall be stronger when your coming
woes are past!
I shall hover ever near you, whispering hope when
hope is low,
Good night, children, duties call me, all my blessings
I bestow!"
PART EIGHTH.
MORE OF HAEEY'S PHILOSOPHY -EICEAKD'S ENEMY.
's forest stood in beauty on that calm, mid-
^r summer night,
Emerald foliage bathed in glorious, golden seas of
lunar light,
Air as soft as breath of roses, nature's voices whisper*
ing low,
O'er the silvery water's surface shadows flitted to
and fro !
HARRY THORNTON and MANOMIN, in the moon-light,
side by side,
Sat together, with their bare feet glistening in the
cooling tide!
Innocent and pure in spirit, happy, guileless, loving
pair !
E'en misanthrope might have loved them as they sat
together there!
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All the day along the furrow, with hot feet and
dripping- brow,
Patiently had HARRY THORNTON toiled behind the
breaking plow !
And MANOMIN, ever present, back and forth, from
morn till night,
"Walking with him, talking with him, made his weary
task seem light !
Little sunny-headed JESSIE, too, was with them all
the day;
Sometimes with sweet-williams making the near ox^s
head look gay,
Sometimes slumbering in the shadow of a jack-oak,
thick and low,
Sometimes butterflies pursuing, as they flitted to and
fro,
Sometimes like a sunbeam darting 'neath the trees,
whene'er she heard
The vivacious squirrel barking, or the whistle of a
bird;
Sometimes in the furrow stalking with droll mimicry
of tread,
Till MANOMIN caught and kissed her — darling little
sunny-head !
As I said, the weary labor of the sultry day was
done,
In the west there still was lingering some bright
foot-prints of the sun*
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While the moon came circling queenly o'er a roof
of forest green,
Eobing HARRY and MANOMIN in a costly silver
sheen 1
" How the wish is rising, HARRY, that I might be
rich and fair,
Learned and graceful as the ladies in those far off
cities are !
Then I'd buy a little cottage on some quiet river's
shore
Where we all would dwell together, you should never
labor more !
Do you know that every Indian looks with most
supreme disdain
On the toiling, sweating paleface, slaving 'mong his
roots and grain? "
"Yes, MANOMIN, well I know it — 'tis the curse of
that dark race,
For the rosary God blesses is the beads on labor's
face !
Not to labor is to perish, rust and mold, stagnate
and die !
'Tis to be the only idle thing of God's beneath the
sky!
Oh MANOMIN, all is labor through the universe of
God,
From the swinging of a planet to tiie breathing of
a sod !
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How the restless sea is toiling, and the stars are
beating loud,
And across the waste of heaven flies a lone, un
quiet cloud.
Toiling seasons sweep along the earth, winds shake
the slumbrous flowers,
Bright lightnings fly and rains come down in frantic,
sobbing showers!
The burning sun swift speeds along the western track
of heaven,
Pursuing night comes flying up the eastern one
at even!
Thus Nature's daily toil goes on forever round the
world,
No rest for earth, no quiet cove where she with
sails all furled
Might sweetly swing so tranquilly upon the heaving
breast
Of God's eternal, endless deep, like a sleeping swan
at rest!
Oh, the yearly builded structures of the birds in every
tree,
And the ant's industrial lessons are God's sermons
unto me !
Labor, labor is their burden, toil from dewy morn
till night,
If you would be blessed and happy, if you would be
strong and bright,
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Labor, labor without ceasing, idleness begetteth crime,
Laboring nations are the grandest, in whatever age
or clime!
Year on year the ancient adage proves itself to be
most true :
Satan surely will find mischief for each idle hand
to do!
But, MANOMIN, see how nearly the round moon hangs
over head,
"Pis the noon of night, my darling, we must hasten
off to bed !
For the cool, refreshing, dewy lips of early morning's
light
Ought to kiss us in the furrow, — so, sweet moon and
stars, good night ! "
EICHARD THORNTON'S life was flowing peaceful as
a sunny dream
Wandering through the vales of slumber, like a broad
and quiet stream.
Health and peace and bounteous plenty, merry hearts
and sunny looks,
Toil, all silver-edged with music, precious hours with
his books,
Were the blessings that had settled sweetly down
within his breast,
Filling all his thankful being up with fullest sense
of rest!
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But how oft from unseen nimbi bursts an unexpected
storm,
So defiantly ignoring the fair promises of morn !
One calm evening, while the sunset tinged with gold
the growing1 grain,
Slowly o'er the rolling prairie came a solitary wain.
Drawn by bony, brindle oxen, poor and dismal look
ing things,
And the wagon cover painted blacker than Appolyon's
wings !
Clad in heavy, grimy ducking, armed with sharp re
lentless goad,
Fierce, repelling, hairy creature seemed the owner
of the load.
Not a note of childhood's laughter, not a gleam of
woman's smile,
JS"ot a flutter of a ribbon once relieved that dismal
pile!
Silent, gloomy heap of blackness, hail ye from some
demon's lair ?
One would almost, 'neath the wagon, look to find
cerberus there !
It was mail-day and the settlers, gathered in an idle
throng,
Gazed intently on the stranger corning leisurely
along.
Rough and various the conjectures as to whom the
man might be
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As he slowly came still nearer, like some great, dark
destiny.
But they met him with a cordial grasp of hand and
beam of eye,
Asked the news and if the crossings of the Sauk
were getting dry?
How he liked the corduroying in the woods, which
they had done ?
Would he take a claim among them or still further
travel on ?
At that moment, RICHARD THORNTON, having just re
ceived his mail,
Stepped up briskly to the talkers, but his cheeks
turned deadly pale
As he cast upon the stranger one quick look of wild
alarm,
And prepared to hasten homeward, when a hand com
pressed his arm.
Quickly turning with a frightful, ashen pallor on
his cheek,
Pulseless, tongue-tied for a moment he could scarce
ly move ov speak.
But 'twas Uncle ANDREAS DARLING'S calm and pleas
ant eyes he met,
And a smile of reassurance gleamed among the drops
of sweat
That in his great apprehension had bedewed his
ruddy face —
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" Hold on, THORNTON ! where in blazes are you rush
ing at that pace ? "
" Ha ! good evening Uncle DARLING ! " quickly giv
ing him his hand,
" What 's the news among the settlers ? Have they
found old TOM LE GRAND?"
" No, poor fellow, he 's a goner — ginseng 's been the
death of him —
Five days lost — starved dead by this time — how
comes on old Uncle JIM ? "
" Brisk as ever — full of music — he's a rare old
bit of clay —
He and HARRY and MANOMIN went out hunting
yesterday ;
Away round the head of Carlos where that runaway
is, you know:
JIM and HARRY killed a bruin and MANOMIN shot
a doe ;
So we Ve got a world of cutlets, steaks and roasts,
and fries and stews;
Come on over, Uncle DARLING, smoke your pipe and
read the news.1'
" Nothing, sure, would please me better, that I need
not tell you, DICK,
But I've got to do the milking, as my gals have
taken sick —
Raspberry shortcake 's what 's the matter — mother
crams in too much cream,
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And the pesky stuff has laid 'em flatter than a
puncheon beam ! "
" Well, good night, then, I must hasten, for you see,
'tis getting late ;
ESTHER '11 worry if the sun-down does not find me
at the gate."
So they parted, KICHARD THORNTON hurrying with
redoubled tread,
In his heart a wild foreboding of some great, impend
ing dread.
" God of mercy, God of justice, is there no where
that I can
Hide me from the hideous presence of this base,
revengeful man?
Dear as was our little cottage, and our friendships
dearer still,
Yet we left them, vainly thinking to escape this man's
ill will.
By what methods he will wrong me God in heaven
only knows,
But the knowledge of his presence rings the knell
of our repose !
Darling ESTHER, angel ESTHER, tender mother, lov
ing wife,
You have merited a smoother, greener, lovelier path
of life ! "
Such the anguishing reflections EICHARD'S mind con
ned o'er and o'er,
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Ending only as his footfall crossed the threshold of
his door.
There the cheerful scene that met him caused the
shadows to depart,
Light his eyes with pleasure's beacons, cast the dem
ons from his heart.
On the hearth a cheerful fire sunned the chill from
evening's air,
While old JIM, forever happy, puffed his pipe in
comfort there.
In one corner ESTHER'S father, o'er the Bible bend
ing low,
Read of that celestial city where his spirit longed
to go.
And the table's snowy cover, gemmed with ware so
pure and white,
And the odorous smells of coffee, filled his senses
with delight.
Sure, it needed not that ESTHER should entwine him
in her arms,
Or have kissed his lips so fondly, to have banished
his alarms.
Yet, the loving creature did it, and I am not sure
but he
Gave her back those self-same kisses, as he drew her
on his knee.
Then as JESSIE and MANOMIN played some old and
simple tunes
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Through his spirit flowed the sweetness of a thousand
gathered Junes!
And that night while all were sleeping, quietly,
without a fear,
To his wife he turned and whispered: " ESTHER,
BOBERT KING is HERE!'-
PART NINTH.
KOBEET KING'S CABIN -UNCLE CABLING AND "BITING
BETTY"- "BITING BETTY" MAEKS A STEAY!
HERE the dark primeval forest skirted Ida's
eastern face
ROBERT KING had built his cabin, in a most secluded
place.
No bright glimpses of the water, or the shell-be
jewelled shore,
Or the sweetly meaded prairie fondly met you at
his door! •
For his cabin, small and wretched, in a gloomy hol
low stood,
Made obscurer by the debris of the patriarchal wood !
And a sudden, firm conviction that this wretch, so
hid away,
Was a scheming villain, skulking from the honest
light of day,
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Forced itself at once upon you when his dwelling
met your eyes,
And a hot, repulsive feeling in your breast would
quickly rise.
From all friendly calls and visits in immunity he
dwelt,
Not a neighbor's heart toward him a kindly impulse
felt.
For shamefully and scornfully, to every one's amaze,
He 'd slighted all the offers made to come and help
him raise.
And with but simply slighting them he did not rest
content,
But to Uncle ANDREAS DARLING an insulting note
he sent,
And the tenor of the billet was, that every one must
mind
Their own concerns more strictly, or they would
surely find
That they had kindled needlessly a bitter, hostile
flame,
For he would not suffer meddling, under any form or
name!
Uncle DARLING read the missive with a wondering
surprise,
Then a flash of indignation gleamed a moment from
his eyes,
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And he took down " Biting Betty " from the hooks
just o'er his bed,
And dosed her with a powder, then a sugar plum of
lead,
And while settling her stomach thus he quietly did
say :
" Old Bet, I give you warning now to keep out of
that chap's way !
Because, through all the settlement you can't deny,
'tis known
That you have got a hasty, fiery temper of your
own,
And if at that old hedghog you should, some time,
let fling,
Why, you see as how old Betty 'twould he bad for
EGBERT KING!
But now, old Bet, my darling, let us mosey up the
lakes,
To wake up those young goslings that sleep among
the brakes,
And if, by any accident, we meet this critter now,
For goodness sake old Betty, don't get me in a row ! "
So he shouldered her and started through the woods,
and far away,
Crossed the marshes and the hollows and climbed
the cliffs so gray,
And never checked his footsteps till he reached the
gloomy glade
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Where the wretch of his soliloquy his dreary h
had made !
As he passed the silent cabin not a stir of life was
there
But the dismal wagon-cover, swinging wildly in the
air;
Not a single bird chirped cheerily to break the still
ness round,
And "wolf" was all the "varmint sign" he found
upon the ground!
On he strode through groves of poplar and great fields
of prickly ash,
Never heeding rents or scratches, or sometimes a
deeper gash,
Presently he reached a hollow skirting RICHARD
THORNTON'S claim,
Where a lovely grape-vine arbor bore sweet little
JESSIE'S name.
Here he paused, for sounds of voices touched his
ever listening ear,
And he hid himself a moment, wondering who was
drawing near.
It was JESSIE, and her mother who were slowly
coming there,
Talking, singing, telling stories, walking out to take
the air.
Briskly stepping from his cover, with his smiling
eyes alight.
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He was going on to meet them when a man's form
came in sight.
Back again behind his shelter, stepping light as
sylvan elf,
" Ha ! " he whispered, " by old Goshen ! there 's that
'tarnal KING himself!"
So it was, and ESTHER saw him and endeavored to
turn back,
But all grim, his hated presence stretched itself
across her track;
Gathering all her strength together she prepared her
self to hear
Taunts and insults and dark threatenings, as the
dreaded man drew near.
"Ah, Miss ESTHER — Missis THORNTON! — so you
fled lo hide from me !
That's a job, my whilome sweetheart, not so easy
done, you see !
As the hound, though slowly tracking, finds at last
the flying deer,
So from point to point I traced you, till at length I
found you here !
Here I'm watching, here I'm waiting, you shall
never know relief,
Soon, again, I warn you, madam, you and yours
shall come to grief!
Well you know my vow that evening that you stabbed
me with your scorn,
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That I 'd wring your heart until you cursed the day
that you were born !
Years and years your joys enraged me — years so
bitter, gaunt, and grim —
Oh, I could have eat my heart out in my hate of
you and him!
But you know the sequel, ESTHER — here's that cot
tage deed, my dear !
That same thing shall be repeated — you shall soon
be homeless here !
Yet, I think, on one condition I would bid my ven
geance cease,
And abandon plans maturing, soon to wreck your
present peace!
You are young, and fresh yet, ESTHER, see the bloom
upon your cheek,
Come, and feed me on its roses in my cabin once
a week !
Now there is a" — "Silence, villain, stand aside, sir,
from my path !
You have got a tongue more devilish than the blackest
demon hath !
Stand aside, sir, scheming coward, base insulting,
wicked thing,
I despise your foolish threatenings as I scorn you,
EGBERT KING ! "
"Nay, now calm your ruffled feathers, smooth your
plumage, pretty bird ;
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I can force you if I choose to, for your screams cannot
be heard.'1
And he laid his hand upon her; at that instant,
loud and clear,
Bang the tone of DARLING'S rifle, and a bullet smote
his ear.
Stunned and bleeding, back he staggered, nearly fall
ing to the ground,
And the offending hand was quickly pressed upon
the painful wound.
Uncle DARLING paused a moment, just a moment to
reload,
And to cap " Old Biting Betty," forward then he
quickly strode,
Heeding not KING'S leveled rifle with its rampant
hammer grim,
Heeding not his burning eyeballs, but with eyes fixed
straight on him,
Swiftly up he rushed and caught him, struck the rifle
from his hand,
Then confronted and addressed him in provoking
accents bland:
"Keally stranger you'll excuse me, but you see,
I kinder thought,
That yer weap'n was a pintin, jest now whar it hadn't
ought.
May be 'twas because my eyesight aint so good as H
use to be.
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But I swow now I felt sartin you was pokin her
at me ! "
" So I was, and I intended to have shot you through
the head !
I can only thank your blindness that I 'm not among
the dead!"
"Wall, it is a pity, stranger — yet I kin see middlin
clear —
Anyhow, I'll bet a mink-skin, that I popped you
through the ear !
No use getting riley, stranger — case with me that
never pays —
Ear-holes is the mark " Old Betty " allers puts upon
my strays !
But now, neighbor, if you really want to know what 's
fer yer good,
Take yer pop-gun up and travel quicker 'n lightnin
from this wood !
And if e'er again I catch you sneakin round this
holler here,
By old Goshen ! Betty '11 bore you smack and smooth
through t'other ear!
For this ground is consecrated, and is not for such
as you;
Now be off, you sneaking puppy, and be careful what
you do ! "
Then he turned to sobbing ESTHER — for excitement's
quick rebound
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Had so left her weak and helpless, she sank weeping
to the ground ;
And to shocked and frightened JESSIE, who in silence
had stood by,
Until now there was no danger she cried hard as
she could cry.
Soothing words of kind encouragement so tenderly,
he spake,
Yowing if that rascal harmed them speedy vengeance
he would take,
But all the while maintaining that KING would never
dare,
To execute his threatenings, which were only empty
air !
And fatherly advising her, as he left her at her
door,
Not to tell her husband of it — nor to think about it
more —
" For he cannot mend the matter, and 'twill only give
him pain,
And I know that KING will never dare to try that
thing again !
But if he does, and Betty here is called upon to
sing
Another of her songs to him, then good bye, Bobby
King!
But, ESTHER, I must hustle off — or, by the 'tarnal
law,
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My wife '11 think I've run away with some good
looking squaw ! "
So off into the woods he sprang and soon was lost to
view,
This strong, athletic, stalwart man, kind-hearted, good,
and true-
PART TENTH.
MEDITATIONS OF A VILLAIN -"DO NO MUEDEE, EOBEET
KENG-!"-MANOMIN'S JOUENEY — THE MIDNIGHT
JLNOEtfDIAEY!
in ceaseless, sobbing torrents fell a cold, au-
^§ tumnal rain,
Beating sad and dismal measures on the dripping
window-pane !
Come and gone had Indian summer, and the naked
forest trees
Wailed and moaned and tossed their bare arms, cold,
and shivering in the breeze.
All throughout the leafless forest unobstructed swept
the eye,
No thick vines or matted branches shut away the
arching sky.
Leaves of red and brown and purple, white leaves,
brightly spangled o'er,
Wet and shining gleamed and glistened like a rich
mosaic floor!
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ROBERT KING was in his cabin, door and window
fastened tight,
Grimly brooding o'er his vengeance, by his fitful
fire light.
In his hand he held a letter — " Yes,1' he muttered,
"that's the plan;
Let the sale come off at that time EICHAUD is a
ruined man!
Ah, we'll see, my scornful ESTHER, how you'll writhe,
and weep and pray!
Oh, I '11 make you — as I told you — curse your very
natal day !
As for that great blustering hunter every day
he passes by
The old wigwam in the hollow, he this very day
must die !
I'm resolved to stop at nothing, I will teach these
meddling fools
That 'tis dangerous to be trifling, children like, with
sharpened tools ! "
Then he paused, and every feature wore a dark,
malignant frown,
Presently he rose, and reaching, took his long bright
rifle down:
Then again he hesitated, as if fearful, or in doubt,
Suddenly he wrapt an oil-cloth round his rifle and
set out.
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As he neared the lonely wigwam, lo, a figure, tall
and slim,
With a sharp and angry visage, suddenly confronted
him :
"Stay your footsteps, son of evil — leave undone this
wicked thing,
Listen to the God within you — Do no murder,
EGBERT KING!"
With averted eyes in terror silently had HOBERT
stood,
Now he raised them, as the voice ceased, — he alone
was in the wood !
Paled his face, short grew his breathings, frightfully
his eyeballs glared —
Then he cursed himself and muttered : "I'm a fool
for being scared!
But I don't quite like this business, "' murder '"
sounds a little rough,
And I reckon, without killing, I can get revenge
enough ! •'
Like a pluckless beaten spaniel, meanest among
earth's mean men,
He at once retraced his footsteps, slunk again into
his den.
Oncer again with purest ermine, costly, spotless, soft,
and white,
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Winter tenderly enfolded earth's brown bosom from
the sight.
Every bald old rock or boulder, limb or log beneath
that sky
Wore a lavish robe of beauty princes were too poor
to buy.
And the trees that had so sadly cast their garments,
one by one,
Now, bedecked with winter's diamonds, shone re
splendent in the sun !
It was evening, RICHARD THORNTON, holding little
golden head,
Sat beside his cheerful fire, talking of the summer
fled,
And of absent, loved MANOMIN, who had gone, a
week ago,
Far away o'er sheeted prairies, frozen lakes and
drifts of snow;
Far away through leafless forests, tangled thickets,
groves of pines,
Far beyond where Crow Wing River with the Red-
Eye joins and winds,
Far beyond sweet Lake Lelina, where the deep pine
forests roar,
North of Mix and Ikwe's bosoms, to Lake Hassar's
pine girt shore.
It was thought a fearful journey for a stalvyart man
to take,
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How then more than doubly fearful for a tender girl
to make ?
But "Pewaubeck" and two other lithe limbed warriors
brought, one day
A short letter from her father, that sick unto death
he lay
At the trading-post of Hassar, straight her filial
love arose,
And she bade adieu to comforts, braved at once the
blinding snows,
Scathing winds, and dismal forests, shrieking in the
bitter cold,
Giving shelter to rapacious packs of wolves grown
hunger-bold !
Took no thought of treacherous marshes, miles and
miles of frozen lakes,
Wind swept prairies, brambled thickets, snow piled
hollows, drifted brakes;
Urged by that most potent power, strong, deep seated
filial love, —
Heaven's law of gravitation, binding all its hosts
above
Down to kindred shining spirits wrapped in earthly
forms of clay,
Tenderly forever watching, till death rends those
forms away.
Love, oh love, thou art the power ruling all eternal
things,
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More resistless than the simoon is the flutter of thy
wings.
Urged, I say, by this resistless power of love she
faced wild storms,
Boldly braved the King of Terrors in its most ap
palling forms.
All that loved and loving circle deeply mourned her
dreary task,
But that she should hush love's pleadings and remain,
they could not ask.
So with fur-lined skirt and mantle, swan-down socks
upon her feet,
Over- drawn by finest doeskin moccasins embroidered
neat,
A broad girdle trimmed with feathers, leathern pouch
of brightest red,
And a quilted hood of otter, snugly fitting to her
head,
Fur-lined mittens and long armlets thoughtful little
JESSIE'S gift,
Nice light snow-shoes, made by HARRY, to defy the
deepest drift;
Blessed and kissed and well provisioned, bundled
snugly, dry and warm,
They committed her, one morning, with wet eyes
unto the storm !
And as RICHARD thought about it, on that howling
wintry night,
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Sitting there in all the comfort of his cheerful fire
light,
Fears and doubts and wild misgivings made his
anxious forehead damp,
And his spirit seemed to seek her in her distant
snow-bound camp !
Then mature reflection whispered that her guide*
were good and true,
And she would not lack a comfort that their cunning
wood craft knew.
ESTHER plied her busy needle with a calm, con
tented air,
While her dear old father slumbered sweetly in the
rocking chair.
Lonesome HARRY read the papers, heaving now and
then a sigh,
As among the crowded columns rapidly he glanced
his eye.
" Father,1' suddenly he uttered, looking up as if sur
prised,
"Do you know that in this paper all our lands are
advertised
To be sold in February? Oh, it is a burning
shame !
Many a poor man down the valley will be driven
from his claim ;
Many a poor, hard working fellow, toiling on this
wild frontier,
Nobly struggling with his hardships, laboring on from
year to year,
Thinking that his dear Columbia, for whose glory he
would die,
Surely will his hard earned acres kindly give him,
by and by,
Now will find on his heart's altar his sweet flowers
of belief
Withered, blighted, turned to ashes and his house
hold come to grief!"
"Yes, my son, it is distressing, and I thank the
God of fate
It is certain honest Lincoln will assume the chair of
State !
Oh, he knows the people's struggles, and I feel con
vinced he will
Recommend and give his sanction to a liberal Home
stead Bill!
We are safe, if nothing happens, BURBANK offers for
my grain
More than would suffice to purchase our c'aim o'er
and o'er again !
DARLING tells me that the threshers, though obstruct
ed by the snow
At Osakis, will most surely come on in a day or so.
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Let us therefore be preparing, and to BARR and
BEDMAN speak,
And to CANFIELD and PREFOUNTAIN, for assistance
by next week,
And if then our oats shall yield us half the bushels
all expect,
At the sale we may be able some poor neighbor
to protect.
JESSIE, go and get the Bible, HARRY, son, draw
up your chair;
Let us thank our Heavenly Father for his ever
constant care.""
In the small and silent hours of that same cold,
winter night
Stole a form across the timber in the glaring, white
moonlight.
On, to EICHARD'S log-built stables stealthily it made
its way,
Stables straw-roofed and begirt by stacks of oats and
ricks of hay.
Suddenly, above the oat-stacks, leaped a wild and
lurid flame !
Oh, a deed so mean and dastard should have crim
soned hell with shame!
In those stables RICHARDS cattle — firmly fastened
by the head,
Burned and bellowed, roared and roasted till their
tortured spirits fled.
Wakened by the awful roaring of the flames and
bellowing stock,
Forth he rushed! Oh, God, how dreadful, wild and
stunning was the shock !
Souls of tears and hearts of pity, realize, oh, if
you can,
Deep within your inmost feelings, all the ruin of
this man !
Euin of this hopeful spirit, who, but now, with bended
head,
Had poured out its love to Heaven, and gone trust
ingly to bed !
Faith persistent under evil is that virtue's highest
grade ;
Faith to know the hand that blesses wields for good
the lightning's blade ;
Faith like this was BICHARD THORNTON'S — in mis
fortune's darkest day,
Steady, brilliant, undiminished, shone its white celes
tial ray.
When the first wild shock was over, tho-ugh it swept
him bald and bare,
He convened his little circle, on- his altar laid a
prayer !
And although completest ruin stared him grimly in
the face,
JSTo upbraidings marred his offering to the holy Throne
of Grace.
He reminded not the Father worse than other men
he fared,
But he prayed for greater patience, thanked Him that
their lives were spared!
Prayed that in the hidden future his poor efforts
might be blessed.
Then with quiet resignation once again he sought
his rest.
PART ELEVENTH.
SAD EETLECTIONS-PAT DEEGAN'S LETTER — THE SALE —
TEIUMPH OF KING-MANOMIN AEEIVES- "DICK
THOENTON IS ALL EIGHT ! " - SUMMAEY PEQ-
CEEDINGS-" BITING BETTY"
SINGS AGAIN!!
and tearful were the faces gathered round
that morning1 meal,
Though with sweet contrition humble, stricken, yet,
they could but feel.
God of heaven, who would help them? Their kind
neighbors were poor, too;
Who would lighten their affliction ? What, oh, what
were they to do?
" Write to friends," suggested HARRY, friends who
live in Syracuse."
"Yes, we will, but I am fearful it will prove of
little use.
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Business men are cold and cautious, and unless they
see your need,
Calls for help, however pathetic, they will seldom
ever heed !
Still, it is our solemn duty every honest way to -try
To retrieve an adverse fortune, passing not the un-
likeliest by."
On the Cinder Eoad was living PATRICK DEEGAN,
and his name,
If it did not tell his story, told at once from whence
he came.
In the mist of years departed, like a rainhow, stood
a day
HICHARD THORNTON had advanced him means to buy
a horse and dray.
Oft to him had HARRY written, of their wild but
glorious fare,
And of lovely Minnesota's splendid lakes and bracing
air,
Of her prairies, starred with flowers, of her forests
full of deer,
Of her sweet cascades and rivers, and her fountains,.
pure ard clear;
Unto him. the touching story of their fortunes, so
adverse,
In a letter, now did HARRY with simplicity re
hearse ;
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But he did not ask for money, never dreamed that
source to try,
Not believing PATRICK DEEGAN ever laid a dollar
by.
But as hearts, o'ercharged with sorrow, seeking chan
nels of relief,
In some sympathetic bosom pour a portion of theit
grief,
In that sense and spirit only, without thought of help
the while,
Wrote he to that generous scion of the little Emerald
Isle.
Graphic letters EICHARD also wrote to many an
eastern friend,
But their answers brought no money his bad prospects
to amend.
Meanwhile on Time's rapid current came the dreaded
day at hand,
That should dawn upon them homeless, strip them of
the cherished land
Where they had, with faithful labor, built and plowed,
• and fenced and sown,
In their trustful hearts believing it must ever be
their own !
When, at last, that wretched morning lengthened into
turbid day,
Lo, there came this glorious letter, which had long
been on its way :
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"Arrah, HARRY, me darlint, yer swate little letther
Came nately to hand on this cowld blissid day; —
I was thrashin' me hans, an a cussin the weather,
An pitying poor Hock, in the shafts of his dray,
When up stips the postman, ould DINNIS MCFRAZES,
Wid the breath on his whiskers like foam on the seas,
An' his frost-bitten nose all as rid as blue blazes
Wid a "'Here, Mister DEEGAN, >s a letther for yees!'"
'Twas too cowld for a job, an was fast gettin cowlder,
So I whistles to Hock, an I jumps on the dray,
" ' Och, sure, ye '11 not mind, when ye 're fifty years owlder/ "
Says I to rne conscience, "the loss of this day.'"
So, HARRY, mavourneen, yer folks are in throuble!
Ye 're burned out, ye think, by that rascally KING,
May the divil, bad cess to 'im, bend him up double,
An in hell's hottest corner his owld carcass fling!
An it's all for the lack of a wee bit of sphilter,
Some two hundred dollars, I'm thinkin ye said,
Ye'd be swept clane and dry, as a tin year owld philter,
Wid never a shingle to cover yer head; —
Och, HARRY, ye sphalpeen, was ye thinkin PAT DEEGAN,
Wid a long woman's stocking-leg chock full of gould,
Could slape in his bid, like owld miserly REEGAN,
While the f rinds of his harte were turned out in the cowld ?
Not a word now, ye gossoon, I've put up the money,
Jist double ye nades, in a nate little bag,
And up to St. Cloud, by express, to yees, honey,
It will come jist as fast as the buljtne can wag !
An 1 wish, be me sowl, I could come wid it, HARRY,
To make sure, me boy, that it didn't come late,
But I can't, an so hoping it will not miscarry,
I am, Yours,
PATRICK DEEGAN.
Plase acknowledge resate.
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Softly down they laid the letter, while a spirit of
relief
Sunned away the gloomy shadow of their heavy-
hearted grief.
Though this money had not reached them, could not
for a fortnight more,
Yet they knew that safely waiting at St. Cloud in
BURBANK'S store,
It was subject to their order — forty eagles, all in
gold!
Ha! the thought was vivifying — made the drooping
spirit bold!
Sure, this tangible assurance, must induce the auc
tioneer
To forego the sale of their claim till their money
reached them here :
" Yes," he said, " if none demand it, thereon hinges
everything ! "
Sank the mercury of their spirits at the icy thought
of KING!
Ah, their fears were but too real, all their efforts
proved in vain,
KING exulted o'er them homeless, he had triumphed
once again!
And he sent them instant warning that before an
other day
He would come and take possession, they must move
at once away.
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Sturdy squatters, grim and scowling, gathered round
in little bands,
Capped with fur and clothed in buckskin, carrying
rifles in their hands !
They were taking anxious council what had best be
done with KING :
Should they hang him, whip him, shoot him, had they
best do anything?
"Well, now, boys," said Uncle DARLING, "I've a
feeling that to-night
Something is ago'n' to happen that will bring this
thing out right ! "
At that moment, at the town-house, rose a wild and
ringing shout,
Then another, and another — what were all those
cheers about?
Once again they were repeated, hats flew up into
the air,
What the deuce could be the meaning of such wild
excitement there?
Through the gate-way rushed a neighbor screaming
to them with delight :
"MANOMIN'S come with loads of money! hurrah!
DICK THORNTON is all right!"
EGBERT KING was quickly summoned, 'twas a call
he did not dare
Disobey, and soon the villain came into their presence
there.
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" EGBERT KING," said Uncle DARLING, u we have
sent for you to come
Here to give up THORNTON'S patent, pledging you
three times the sum
That it cost you, will you do it?" — "No, sir, never
while I live ;
'Twas my right to buy his claim, sir, and no man shall
make me give
Cringingly a right my country's sacred laws vouch
safe to me ;
Money cannot buy that claim, sir, all your plans are
vain, you see."
Jo. JAMES then informed the circle that MANOMIN
wished to say
A word or two upon this matter, ere they let KING
go away.
Stepping lightly from the circle to the centre forth
she stood,
Queenly in her radiant beauty, little empress of the
wood !
"Friends and neighbors! a plain story I will tell,
brief as I can,
Of the savage misdemeanors and the crimes of this
bad man :
Years ago, when ESTHER THORNTON was a sweet,
unwedded maid,
Presumptuous seige to her affections this persistent
villain laid,
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And most stormily insisted she should yield and be
his wife,
Threatening her, if she refused him, with his hatred
all her life.
But she scorned his threats as every brave, true-
hearted woman would,
And she married RICHARD THORNTON, first among
the pure and good.
After many years of scheming, ventured plots and
sore defeats,
Hellish industry succeeded and he turned them in
the streets!
Seeking no retaliation for his utter overthrow,
RICHARD THORNTON left the precincts of his mean,
inveterate foe —
Foe without a shade of reason, who, to further wreak
his hate,
Like a wolf has tracked his victim to this distant
frontier state.
In the woods he meets with ESTHER and insults her,
but his ear
Tells the story of reprisals made by Uncle DARLING
here !
All last summer, RICHARD THORNTON, most persist
ent, soon and late,
Toiled among the sheaves and winrows, sums of
money to create
Ill
For the high and noble purpose of maintaining well
in hand
Funds, perchance, to help a neighbor, while securing
his own land.
One month since I left his dwelling, passed his oat-
stacks one by one,
Saw with joy their golden shoulders bare and glisten
ing in the sun!
And his stable full of cattle and his great brown
ricks of hay;
How these proofs of his abundance cheered me on
my weary way !
Three weeks since, while all were sleeping, stealthily
a villain came,
And he wrapt that wealth collective in one great,
consuming flame ;
And an Indian says, who saw him, that this man,
this fiend, this thing,
Who so causeless spoiled a neighbor was this villain,
EGBERT KING ! "
What a fierce wild shout of anger round that listening
circle ran,
And a dozen gleaming rifles straight were leveled
at the man !
But MANOMIN into order quickly waved them with
her hand,
Magic-like she quelled the feelings of that roused,
excited band.
til
At her sign a sprightly Indian promptly stepped into
the ring —
" Neighbors, this is BUNGEE-WAUPOSE, he it was
who witnessed KING
Do that dreadful deed of arson, for which crime men
often die" —
" 'Tis a lie ! " screamed KING in terror, " 'tis a weak
and wicked lie ! "
DARLING stopped him and MANOMIN quietly began
again :
BUNGEE-WATJPOSE speaks no English, thinking that
he should not gain
Any credit by attempting what he could not render
clear,
He at once set out to meet me, and we made forced
marches here !
I arrived, and quickly learning EICHARD'S claim to
KING was sold,
Sent and offered thrice the purchase to that bad man
there, in gold.
But you heard him scorn the offer, heard him vaunt
ing of his right !
Oh, his right to burn the substance of a neighbor
in the night !
He has forced poor EICHARD THORNTON twice to
drain grief's bitter cup,
Now, my neighbors, all I ask is, make him give
that patent up ! "
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Scarcely had she ceased, ere DARLING, reaching forth
his brawny hand,
.Roughly seized KING by the collar — "Now, then,
villian, we demand,
Without slightest compensation, that you give to
THORNTON, here,
What is his, or else, by Heaven! we will make it
cost you dear ! "
" Do your worst, I do not fear you!" — "All right,
Mister BOBBY KING !
Bring a rope, BARR, quicker 'n lightnin', and we '11
see about this thing!"
The rope was brought and noosed about him, o'er a
beam one end was flung,
By the neck, before he knew it, high the struggling
victim hung.
In a moment more they dropped him, dizzy, strangled,
and half blind ;
Ah, this summary proceeding quickly changed the
rascal's mind;
For his ear had caught the order : " Up again, boys,
pull away!"
"Men!" he cried, "hold on for God's sake! I will
do whate'er you say!"
" All right, boys, bring out a table, and a pen and
inkstand, too;
Now, sir, sign this patent over, that is all we want
of you."
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Down he sat while angry tremors, like an ague, shook
his frame,
And he formed a hellish purpose as he calmly wrote
his name.
" EGBERT KING, said Uncle DARLING, as he rose
to go away,
" Stop a moment, for this council has another word
to say:
In two days you are required Douglas County, sir,
to leave ;
If the third day finds you lingering, punishment you
will receive;
On the fourth day, any person, red or white, about
this town
Is commissioned, if he meets you, like a dog to shoot
you down!"
KING passed out all grim and silent, not a word had
he to say —
Then across the lake to JAMES' nearly all adjourned
straightway,
There to have a wild reunion, songs and dancing,
fun and beer
Over RICHARD'S change of fortune, just as ruin seem
ed so near.
But MANOMIN and the THORNTONS at the town-house
stayed behind
To partake a bounteous supper, and with brimming,
joyful mind
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They drew up around the table, and discussed what
seemed to be
A most strange and providential foiling of their
enemy.
Uncle DARLING started homeward through the woods
a nearer way —
"Ah, what's that?" A long dark object, stretched
behind a log-heap, lay!
Boldly outlined on the white snow 'neath a full
moon's golden glare,
"'Tis a man! 'tis KING, by Heaven! what's the
rascal doing there ? "
DARLING crouched behind a tree-root, bared by tem
pest in its wrath,
By and by there came the THORNTONS and MANO-
MIN down the path.
See! KING moves, his leveled rifle bears on KICH-
ARD THORNTON'S brain!
A flash, a crash ! ah, lifeless villain, "Biting Betty "
sang again!
PART TWELFTH.
MANOMIN'S ACCOUNT OF HER JOURNEY - STARTLING-
SPIRIT MESSAGES -THE OUTBREAK OF THE
REBELLION -HARRY, THE PATRIOT.
m,ouND the hearth of EICHARD THORNTON sunny
«* hearts rejoiced once more;
In the grave of KING was buried all their appre
hensions, sore,
And about their cheerful fire they have gathered
now, to hear
All that happened to MANOMIN in those thirty days
of fear.
But her story was a brief one: She had found her
father dead
When she reached the termination of her journeying,
she said ;
All his furs and goods to BOLIEAUX by her order
then, were sold,
Many thousand dollars bringing, which was paid to
her in gold.
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*' Then, with sense of trouble weighing sad and heavy
on my heart —
Trouble to my living dear ones — with my money
I did start;
And one morning BUNGEE-WAUPOSE met and told
me of the deed
That had robbed you of your substance — how I
urged my guides to speed !
Every day I fought the snow-drifts, and at night
would sit and cry
At the slowness of my progress! How I longed
for wings to fly !
And with joy and apprehension how my throbbing
heart did swell
When I saw the town-house chimneys! This is all
I have to tell.
Now, my darling foster-father — best among all men
I Ve known —
Use this money I have brought you, freely, as it
were your own.
Send to generous PATRICK DEEGAN twice the sum
he loaned to you,
As a meet reward for friendship, which is rarely
found so true.
Not a word, now, father THORNTON, for I owe you
this, and more — "
Here a heavy rapping sounded loudly on the outer
door.
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HARRY rose and swung it open; on its threshold
calmly stood
That strange presence of the Hollow, silent GAFFER
of the wood!
" Peace to all within this dwelling I " in a kindly
tone he said,
" Lo, I bear a message to you from the regions of
the dead !
Dead to every low desire, dead to all that is not
right,
But alive to love and brotherhood, to wisdom and
to light!
Let us sit around this table, and a moment join our
hands,
There are hosts of spirits hovering from the inner,
brighter lands!"
All drew up around the table but in RICHARD
THORNTON'S eyes
Shone a look of incredulity and wondering surprise.
He had never been to GAFFER'S nor had ever given
ear
To the mystifying stories told about him far and
near,
Until HARRY'S strange experience taught him pos
sibly there might
Be laws in God's economy he did not know aright.
Scarcely had they formed the circle ere some sturdy
raps were heard,
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Then a strain of forest music, like the warbling of
a bird;
Then the table mounted upward, as if from the floor
repelled,
Next the name of MARY WARREN by the alphabet
was spelled !
" Oh my God ! " said ESTHER'S father, pale and
trembling, "can it be
MARY WARREN — my own MARY — is within this
room with me ? "
" Yes, oh yes, ERASTUS WARREN, I am MARY, your
own wife 1 "
Said a soft voice close behind him — "and though in
the inner life,
I am with you every moment, for the day is near
at hand
When you, too, my dear companion, will be added
to our band.
Do not think the spirit's heaven is away in realms
afar,
In a walled up golden city, or in some bright distant
star.
Heaven is Love, and Love is God, and God is here
and everywhere,
Hence 'tis natural that our heaven should be where
our dear ones are !
With what longing I have waited for this blessed
hour to come.
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Ere you crossed the dreaded valley, to inform you
of your home ;
Of your home of love eternal, home of wisdom and
of light,
Where, your earthly errors spurning, you will read
God's laws aright!
You will learn that every evil is the body's attribute ;.
With the body that it perishes as perishes the brute !
And the qualities immortal, such as fellowship and
love,
Are the only things the spirit takes along with it
above !
Oh, we have no use for envy, have no need of hate
or pride,
Lying, jealousy, or selfishness, or evil, else, beside,
And having then no need of them, oh, does it not
seem plain —
As God ne'er made a useless thing, or gave a useless
pain —
They should fall with falling matter — being of and
for the earth,
Not arising with the spirit to its brighter, higher
birth.
See the caterpillar creeping on its belly in the dirt,
Feeding on decaying matter, — by repulsiveness be
girt ;
Mark the butterfly — its spirit — how it mounts on
wings away,
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Nestling down within the flowers, sipping honey all
the day;
Shut your eyes against this lesson, oh obdurate heart
ed men,
Let your Chinese wall of prejudice keep truth with
out, and then
Learn too late, if truth and wisdom in the "body he
not sought,
If the "golden rule1' and charity on earth be not out-
wrought,
As a penalty, your spirits will be naked, weak, and
poor,
When your guardians kindly bear you to this love-lit
angel shore ;
And each one in ways of loveliness be long a puny
thing,
Wanting years to reach its God-head. Thus it is
with ROBERT KING,
Who is here, too weak to manifest — and wishes me
to say
That through ignorance and prejudice his life was
thrown away;
And the high and noble lessons in his sinfulness he
spurned,
Under many disadvantages now slowly must be learn-
ed;
That his dark and stormy passions did not know this
second birth —
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They are buried with his body in the bosom of the
earth —
Yet their memories blot his spirit like a moth-patch
or a stain,
So he comes to ask forgiveness, for the many hours
of pain
He has caused you, RICHARD, ESTHER, and each one
within this room, —
Oh, he sees he is forgiven, swiftly vanishes his
gloom !
Brighter glows the God within him, wild with joy his
pulses dance!
O'er the bright celestial highway swiftly now will
he advance!
By and by, returning earthward, you will find him
strong and bright,
Purged of all self-condemnation, hallowed by Eternal
Eight !
He will often stand beside you — though so distant
seems this shore —
And will give you love and guidance where he gave
you hate before !
As the clock ticks off the seconds, so remorseless, one
by one,
You will all come dropping homeward when your
primal life is done.
You will then behold how different is the great
creative plan
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From the narrow, cramped conceptions of materialistic
man.
You will learn that every erring soul on sin's wild
ocean tossed
Safe in God's conservatory moors at last where naught
is lost!
You will learn that the aspirings of the selfish sons
of earth,
Pride of wealth, and place, and title, and aristocratic
birth,
Are mere wallowings in the mire — all unworthy the
great prize
That awaits you in God's mansions, in the bosom of
the skies !
There, at last, I'm sure to greet you, on those ever
verdant lawns !
So, good night, have faith and patience, till your day
of promise dawns ! "
Quickly passed the broken winter to that happy house
hold, there,
All their joys were pure and perfect, not a harsh
word or a care
Ever ribbed with gloomy wrinkles the calm forehead
of their peace !
Indeed, their sum of happiness seemed daily to in
crease.
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But at last that charm was broken by a shock that
shook the world!
A tempest flight of treason's shells from rebel cannon
hurled I
And Columbia's cry for armies, from old Sumpter's
battered wall,
And the thundering tread of millions answering to
that clarion call !
On the flashing wings of lightning, through the art
eries of the mail,
To the nation's farthest corners flew the wild, ex
citing tale !
From the workshop and the furrow, from the ware
house and the strand,
From the cities and the forests men were hurrying,
gun in hand;
From Oregon's wild mountains, and from California's
mines
Hosts of large-lunged, brawny patriots came to swell
the loyal lines!
All the land was hung with banners ! from tall masts
and taller spires,
From roofs and windows, cliffs and poles, forth flamed
those altar fires !
Ah, this national uprising was a spectacle so vast,
All wonder-struck and motionless the world looked
on aghast !
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The poor slave's millennial morning dawned at length
upon his sight !
Struck forever from his horizon was slavery's wretch
ed night !
Gross forms and base conditions went staggering to
their fall,
And an era, bright and shining, full of blessings unto
all,
By High Heaven's Great Sanhedrim was decreed
the very day
Eebet cannon rang the curtain up on treason's tragic
play!
To the listening circle HARRY read the news that
April night,
And a sense of sure bereavement made their hearts
grow still and white.
For they saw a noble purpose shining forth in every
line
And lineament of that brave boy's heroic face di
vine !
One bugle-blast had snatched him up, crowned with
iron his fair brow,
Built a wall of steel between them, he was all his
country's now!
But they murmured not at laying even him, their
only boy,
Their bright glory of the present, their perspective's
calmer joy,
On the altar of their country, trusting Him, whose
care profound,
Noteth even every little bird that falleth to the
ground !
Still, a painful silence settled on those hearts, but
now so bright;
One by one they bade each other then a kind yet
sad good night!
Poor MANOMIN sought her little room, and shutting
to the door,
In one swift wild rush of agony sank sobbing to the
floor!
Alas, poor lonely wild wood flower, her heart, that
had so late
Been rendered by the touch of death so void and
desolate,
Had warmed again beneath the sun of HARRY'S
genial eyes ;
And, oh, he filled and spanned that heart as rainbows
do the skies !
Alas, poor lone MANOMIN, she knew no youth like
him
Could for a moment sit at ease when treason, armed
and grim,
Sat at the door- ways of our land, with insults, taunts
and sneers,
And robbed and burned steamboats and trains, like
filthy buccaneers !
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She felt within her inmost soul that he, with purpose
strongly set,
Would rest not till in loyal lines the sun gleamed on
his bayonet!
"And, oh, how many must be killed! Great God
above me, must I feel
This flower goeth from my heart to be cut down by
Southern steel?
Oh, those lists of killed and wounded! how we all
shall dread to read !
Lest hearts we now think desolate, shall be desolate
indeed ! "
Morning dawned, and every riser, as they came into
the room,
Saw a little sight that saddened, deeper still, their
spirit's gloom:
It was only HARRY'S rifle standing up beside the door,
And a little bundle lying at its breech upon the floor !
PART THIRTEENTH.
THE MOWEES-THE EACE- UNCLE DAELING AHEAD-
JESSIE AND HEE GEANDFATHEE-HAEEY'S LETTEE
CONCEENDTG THE BATTLE OF BULL EUN,
an early July morning, fresh and cool the
dew-drops hung,
Bending down the heavy meadow-grass, where scythe-
stones gaily rung,
And sturdy brown armed mowers laid the wild thick
harvest low,
With such ease and grace of motion that it seemed
but play to mow!
With an even stroke the mowers swung their scythes
at easy pace,
Till at length some boastful whetstone rang a chal
lenge for a race!
With firm lip and swelling muscles grandly swayed
each lithe form then,
And the merest boys among them stoutly played the
part of men.
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Uncle DARLING, from the centre — with wide swarth
and forward tread —
One by one cut round the mowers, till he came far
out ahead;
And, with rollicking good nature, wiped the sweat
from off his face,
Slily asking if the "chap was lost that started that
'ar race ? "
ESTHER'S father bore the luncheon and the water to
the field;
But his sinews were not strong enough the manly
scythe to wield ;
Though on this very morning long and well the rake
he plied,
Till wearied out, he tottered home, his strength most
sorely tried.
He bathed his face, and JESSIE, dusting off his easy
chair,
Clambering fondly up beside him, gently combed his
silvery hair.
" Oh, grandpa, don't you wonder now, where HARRY
is to-day?
Has he really gone to kill some one, or is it only
play?
And do you think they'd kill him, too? Oh, that
would be so sad —
Why is it, grandpa, that some folks will always be
so bad ?
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It seems to me, if I was God, I don't believe I
would
Let folks be born, unless I knew they surely would
be good ! "
Then moistening her finger-tips upon her little tongue,
She curled his pliant locks and said, "Now. grandpa,
you look young !
I wonder if you'll have white hair away up in the
sky?
Wait, wait ! hold .still ! I think I see a winker in
your eye ! "
"With corner of her pinafore, twirled round, with ten
der care,
She wiped away, with gentle touch, the irritating
hair.
Then laid her little damask cheek against his wrinkled
face,
And round his neck entwined her arms in silent, fond
embrace.
Strong voices roused her, she looked up, " See, grand
pa, only see! —
Here come the men ! 'tis not yet noon ! What can
the matter be? "
MANOMIN, who had seen them too, came forth with
blanching cheek —
u Oh, have you heard bad news from him? — speak,
father THORNTON, speak ! "
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** No, no, my child, we Ve only heard a battle has
been fought,
In which our army did not do the valiant deeds it
ought.
That after they had fairly won the honors of the
day,
They suddenly, in panic, fled, flinging their arms
away!
The Minnesota boys were there — but here, I think,
you Ml find
A letter from the lad whose fate just now disturbed
your mind.
And here is one for mother, too — now all draw round
about,
We Ml hear what HARRY has to say about this shame
ful rout."
MANOMIN had her letter clutched and, waiting for
no more,
Gone fairly flying to her room, and promptly locked
the door.
We'll leave her with her beating heart, and face
blanched white as snow.
And hear the letter RICHARD, now, is reading down
below: —
"I am writing to you, mother, on this sultry July
night,
To assure you of my safety, and to tell you of the
fight:
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For the horrors of that struggle who more vividly
can tell
Than one who faced that storm of lead and hurricane
of shell?
'Twas a glorious, silvery Sunday and the morning's
spicy breath
Gave no warning- to the many soon to be baptized
in death !
For sweet peace herself, seemed dwelling in the
silent foliage green,
And from each shining blade of grass to be smiling
so serene,
That it really did not seem, mother, amid so much
of life,
We should all so soon be facing old grim Death in
mortal strife !
As we wound along the valleys, over spreading fields,
and farms,
How the lovely landscape twinkled with the glitter
of our arms!
Filing up the sloping hill-sides, threading some long,
deep ravine,
With our bayonets all gleaming, 'twas indeed a
splendid scene !
Oh, there seemed to be such power in our firm*
united tread —
In our hands a freeman's weapon, and a just God
overhead —
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That it did not make me wonder when was heard
the opening gun
To hear our brave boys1 answering cheers ! The
battle had begun!
Oh, my mother, had you seen us as we moved across
the field!
Yainly, proudly, fondly dreaming that the foe would
quickly yield,
You, too, would have caught the quickening that in
spired MEAGHER'S braves
When they flung away their garments, and went rush
ing to their graves !
Brave, iron-hearted HEINTZLEMAN soon swept along,
where rose
Thick wreaths of smoke above the trees that hid
our wary foes ;
Gallant BURNSIDE'S men responded with a wild and
ringing shout,
As their glittering line of battle they flung quickly,
fiercely out !
And uniting with brave PORTER and the generous,
loyal SPRAGUE,
Swept the rebels to destruction, like the besom of
a plague !
Then swiftly, through that fire and flame, way out
upon the right,
By MILLER led, our gallant boys went cheering to
the fight!
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I can scarcely tell you, mother, as the first, fierce
storm of lead
Came whistling through our solid ranks, or hurtling
overhead,
Of my spirits wild sensations, or the throbs my
pulses made,
And though it seemed like fear, mother, yet I did not
feel afraid !
It is true, my heart a moment, just a moment, ceased
to beat,
As we bent before the opening storm of f'irious leaden
sleet ;
It is true I dodged a little, and a moment held my
breath
As the bullets whizzed above rne, but it was not fear
of death;
'Twas the instinct that God gives us to avoid the
fatal stroke —
But I lost it, in a moment, 'mid the battle's flame
and smoke,
And my heart at once responded to our gallant leader's
call:
'"Be steady, boys! close up the ranks whene'er your
comrades fall!'"
Just then the Black Horse Cavalry charged fiercely
on our flank —
But, ah ! the bloody wine of death full many a rider
drank !
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They paused and turned, then fled, and formed, and
once again they came,
But all in vain, they could not live before our deadly
aim!
And hotter, fiercer than before, the wild fight raged
around, —
Identity, itself, seemed lost amid the dreadful sound J
But we fought on bravely, mother, till arose the
cheering cry:
" ' Hurrah, hurrah, brave, loyal hearts ! the beaten
rebels fly!'''
Then with cheers all forward springing how we made
those woods resound !
And, like sheep, the frightened rebels went flying
o'er the ground !
But there came a check, a halting, and we heard a
distant drum!
Saw clouds of dust, a cry arose that JOHNSTON'S men
had come!!
At first there came an anxious pause, then confidence
seemed lost —
Then panic, wild, resistless spread among our loyal
host!
The brave and dauntless HEINTZLEMAN rode back
and forth in vain!
Those terror-stricken, broken lines could not be formed
again !
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It was a painful sight to see those men, who, true
and good,
The whole fierce shock of rebel arms so lately had
withstood,
Now turn their backs upon their foes, abandon every
gun,
Throw down their arms and leave the field upon an
abject run!
But naught could stem that shameful tide, resistless
it rolled on,
And swept across Potomac's bridge and into Wash
ington !
The gallant dead and wounded ones were left jus!
where they fell;
Oh, would to God I did not have this shameful truth
to tell!
I grieved enough while marching back at close of
that sad day,
To see, all round, the signs of flight, the debris of
the fray!
Spectators1 hacks and tumbrils lay all shivered on
the ground !
And guns and pistols, hats and coats, were thickly
strewn around !
But all of these might well be spared, aye more than
treble these,
To purchase one poor, wounded man a single hour
of ease*
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Or have placed our dead with honor, in a grave
their valor won,
With their starry flag above them, bravely waving
in the sun!
But their battles are all over, they have laid their
muskets down,
And across the shining river each has taken up a
crown !
They are gathered with God's children, in the pearly
courts above,
Weaving garlands of nepenthe in t^e starry looms
of love!
They are treading paths of glory in the endless sea
of spheres,
Where no earthly computations can denominate the
years !
Our neighborhood has lost but one — BILL ARM
STRONG, " Stuttering Bill,"
Whose death, I know, with sad regrets, each neigh
bor's heart will fill.
'Twas just before the rout, and he was fighting by
my side,
A grape-shot struck him, and he sank, without a
groan, and died.
Brave " Stuttering Bill," no truer heart e'er rushed
into the fray !
No purer patriot gave his life for Freedom on that
day!
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Who, think you, that I saw among brave MEAGHER'S
headlong boys —
Whose ringing cheers arose above the battle's deafen
ing noise ?
Why, PATRICK DEEGAN, to be sure — God's blessing
on his head —
You should have seen him charging through those
fearful storms of lead!
He recognized me on the field, though swiftly rush
ing by,
And called out, " ' HARRY, are ye there ? God kape
yees, me brave Vy!"
GAFFER asks to be remembered. Let me say for
him, just here,
He is bravery incarnate, knows no sentiment of fear;
Watches o'er me like a father, shares my tent, my
couch and mess,
And my slightest hint of illness seems to put him
in distress.
Love to all the dear ones, mother; tell MANOMIN
I shall write
To her, too, before retiring. Bless you, mother, and
good night!"
PART FOURTEENTH.
EECOED OF THE WAR-HAEEY'S LETTEE DESCRIBING THE
BATTLE OP WILLIAMSBUEa,
(|/H, parents, you whose sons have gone forth from
™ your hearthstone's light,
Clothed with your love and prayers and tears, to
battle for the right,
Who can appreciate like you the hopes, the fears,
the joys,
That are awakened in your breasts by letters from
your boys?
Oh, maidens, with your loves in camps, you whom
battles fill with gloom,
Weep and laugh with poor MANOMIN in the quiet
of her room.
How she fed upon that letter ! How, beneath its
magic power
Did her heart burst into blossom, as the sun unfolds
a flower!
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She read it and re-read it o'er, kissed it, and again
she read,
Bore it in her bosom all the day, at night, beneath
her head,
Would lay upon it and would dream of hearing rifles
roar,
And wake and tremble with a fear of seing him no
more!
The war waged on and armies grew and blows fell
thick on every hand,
By sea, by shore, in swamp, and glade, the shock of
battles shook the land.
The bloody day at Wilson's Creek, where brave, true-
hearted LYON fell,
And that fierce fight at Lexington, where MULLIGAN
behaved so well,
The crimson mem'ries of Ball's Bluff, where sainted
BAKER calmly died,
And the red record of Belmont, where rebel numbers
were defied,
The fierce, wild fight in Beaufort Bay, where old
New England's valiant sons
To South Carolina's recreant knaves taught loyalty
with Dahlgren guns;
The Drainsville triumphs, and the fights at Middle
and at Silver Creek.
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Where GARFIELD won and TORRENCE made the fright
ened rebels cover seek;
Mill Spring, where Minnesota boys piled up the
traitors on the snow,
Where Ninth Ohio bravely fought and FRY laid
ZOLLIKOFFER low,
Fort Henry and Fort Donelson, where western valor
brightly shone,
And Roanoke, with all its forts, and North Carolina's
coast our own,
The struggle with the " Merrimac," that made all
Europe's navies reel
And shriek to see the age of wood go down before
the age of steel;
Pea Eidge, where SIGEL saved the day and BEN.
McCuLLOUGH justly bled,
And Newbern's sanguinary fight, where noble BURN-
SIDE bravely led ;
And SHIELDS' wild strife at Winchester, where bright
ly shone Ohio men,
And POPE'S bold engineering scheme, that gave us
Island Number Ten,
And Pittsburg Landing's bloody fray, and New Or
leans' great naval fight,
That filled all Europe with dismay, and all our
country with delight;
And Fort Pulaski's ragged rents, fierce work to be so
quickly done,
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That showed the world how forts will melt before a
single Parrott gun —
All these wi d doings filled the land, and kept excite
ment's life alive,
Yet, discontented murmurs rose, like buzzings from
an angry hive.
Some blamed some praised, all grumbled loud and
all some little fault would find —
Oh, may God bless the patriot man-, that battles with
contented mind !
Full many a letter HARRY wrote while prone in
idleness he lay
In front of Yorktown, but at last the word was:
" Strike the tents to-day ! "
Keen LEE had drawn his forces off as silent as an
evening wind
And left MCCLELLAN, cautiously, to feel his way
along behind!
But " Little MACK " had glorious stuff in that great,
splendid army there —
Impetuous men, but brave withal, and quick to do,
and bold to dare,
Who would not let the rebels' heels grow cool, when
fairly on the track,
Although MCCLELLAN might be left, they did not care
what distance back !
And presently the country rang with a great victory's
trumpet sound —
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"Hurrah! hurrah, for Williamsburg ! " the million
echoes flung around.
Again, in EICHARD THORNTON'S circle, anxious dread
and palsying fear
Made them all averse to hearing, yet most wretched
not to hear.
Minnesota's loss was fearful, every one they met
had said —
What if then their darling HARRY, what, oh what, if
he were dead?
But one morning came a neighbor, and, amid a hurst
of tears,
They perused this noble letter, which at once relieved
their fears : —
" With the drums of victory sounding and the woods
with shouts resounding,
Mingled with the mournful patter of the black and
dismal rain,
I am sitting here, all weary, in this stormy midnight
dreary,
Writing home to you, dear mother, and MANOMIN,
once again.
Oh, my brain is wild with bajttle; still my senses
seem to rattle
With the volleys of the rifles, and the tumult of the
fray,
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And the cannons' awful thunder, rending heaven and
earth asunder,
Pouring out their deadly missiles, swiftly sweeping
life away!
Peace! be still, my ruffled being, calm, my inward
sense of seeing,
While I tell two souls expectant of the glories we
have won;
And our brave boys' deeds of valor, and the ghastly
looks of pallor
On the rebel chieftains' faces when the chivalry all
run:
Oh, we whipped the rascals roundly, beat them fairly,
thrashed them soundly,
As their list of killed and wounded, and their missing
ones will tell,
As will our brave heroes lying stabbed and mangled,
dead and dying,
Along the line where HOOKER for eight hours fought
so well ;
And where BERRY'S Michiganders, like a swarm of
salamanders,
Eushing through the line of fire, fell like lightning
on the foe,
And where resistless BIRNEY and the lion-hearted
KEARNEY
Swept a swarm of ragged rebels to the gloomy gulf
below !
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How will shine the future's story with the burning
deeds of glory
Of Colonel DWIGHT'S "Excelsior," and old Massa
chusetts' sons
Under BLAISDELL, wildly storming, through the forest
fiercely swarming,
Singing dirges to those rebels with the voices of their
guns !
And the brave men PECK was leading — Death's wild
summons never heeding,
All the day, by fiercely fighting, held a crimsoned
grove of pines,
Until HANCOCK'S heroes, turning, with set teeth and
eye-balls burning,
Burst with steel and flame and bullet on the yelling
rebel^ lines !
Oh, that charge! 'twas brilliant, splendid, and the con
test quickly ended,
And shook the tree of treason from its roots unto its
crown
With a hurricane's wild power, sweeping, in a sudden
shower,
Hosts of withered, blighted '"butternuts'" in utter
ruin down!
Now the furious struggle finished, and excitement's
heat diminished,
How the tired heroes slumber on the wet and muddy
ground !
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All but those, whose torches glaring through the
woods are kindly caring
For our dead and wounded brothers, lying thickly
strewn around.
Oh, my mother, after battle, when the volleys cease
to rattle,
And no more is heard the shouting, or the stirring
roll of drums,
When the mind is, for a season, gently swayed again
by reason,
In the void, oppressive midnight, when reflection's
hour comes,
How my heart aches for the dying, and the badly
wounded, lying
Stark and helpless groaning, moaning in their pain,
upon the ground.
And I think how each one's mother, father, sister,
or a brother,
Or perhaps a still more dear one, would be smitten
by the sound !
Oh, this killing one another is most wretched business,
mother !
It is fearful to behold us fiercely shoot each other
down ;
And I'm sure the angels o'er us — blessed friends
who've gone before us —
And the merciful All-father, must regard it with a
frown.
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Yet, as often as reflection turns upon the South's
defection,
On her long and secret plotting to destroy the na
tion's life,
On her fierce, high-handed measures, seizing forts,
and ships and treasures,
On her foolish, mad ambition to inaugurate the strife ;
Then, I own, against the traitors — those red-handed
violators
Of the peace of all our firesides — the authors of
this war —
Who, without a provocation, stabbed a mild and lovely
nation
With most murderous intentions, never knowing what
'twas for,
That my heart, all hot and flushing, with combative
torrents rushing,
Rises fiercely, without thinking of war's woes and
wild alarms ;
And then, to put them under, I would hurl all heaven's
thunder,
Or gulf them with an earthquake, or call the world
to arms !
Champions of a cursed dogma ! chivalrous, if love
of grog may
With the world pass current for that questionable
grace ;
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Tramplers on a brother human ! base defilers of black
women !
How I scorn you, pompous braggarts, how detest your
empty race !
I must close my letter, mother ; for, you know, there
is one other,
One dear one who would sorrow if I should fail
to write
To her, whose presence gleaming, illuminates my
dreaming,
As I slumber round the fire in the silent camp at
night !
God keep that dear one, mother; may you always
love each other,
As I shall ever love you both through eternity's long
day!
And that God will kindly bless you, that no trouble
may distress you,
And we may meet once more on earth, your son will
ever pray."
PART FIFTEENTH.
THE CAMP AT NIGHT -HARRY ON GUARD -" HALT ! WHO
COMES THERE? ''-GAFFER ENTRANCED- MESSAGE
FROM THE SPIRIT OF A SOLDIER!
and full the moon ascended, o'er the hill
*» tops mounting high,
Pouring floods of glory earthward through the deep,
blue cloudless sky.
JN~ot a breath of air was stirring, all the landscape
glowed with heat,
While, with watchful sense of duty, HARRY THORN
TON paced his beat.
Air and tree and field were silent ; nothing, save the
muffled tramp
Of the sentries and relief guard broke the stillness
of the camp.
HARRY was serenely happy ; letters had arrived that
day
From his parents and MANOMIN, long detained upon
the way.
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All were well — had got his letters — prayed for him
by day and night —
Grandpa felt so proud of HARRY — read his letters
with delight —
44 Thoughts of eighteen'-twelve would kindle his old
face, and knit his brow;
He was then a brave young soldier, just as is his
HARRY now ! "
Then MANOMIN'S tender missive fell upon his heart
like dew;
All simplicity and frankness, trustful, passionate and
true.
How her being yearned to clasp him — yearned to
mingle \vith his life,
Yearned to form that perfect oneness — truly mated
"Mdn-and-Wifel"
Then what wonder he was happy, truly loved by
such a maid,
In return most truly loving — naught suspected,
naught afraid !
Or that his rapt spirit, flying with the speed of glanc
ing light,
Sought MANOMIN'S little chamber, as he paced his
beat that night?
All her warm and ardent kisses rose unto his lips
again,
And his veins glowed with soft fire, and his heart
ached with love's pain !
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Then her love flowed through his being like the in
cense of pure wine —
"Halt! Who comes there ?" "Belief!" "Advance,
relief. Give the countersign ! "
1Twas the guard that every sentry joys to know is
drawing near;
Sweeter music than their tramping falls not on his
listening ear.
Toward his tent did HARRY hasten — pray what
meant the gathered throng?
Something strange must be transpiring ! Listen, what
a wild, sweet song!
Full a hundred awe-struck soldiers in a circle, sat
around ;
GAFFER, 'tranced, was in the centre, standing upright
on the ground.
HARRY learned, upon enquiring, that, since fall of
early eve,
Witchful things had been progressing, hard for senses
to believe —
Drums were beaten, trumpets sounded, cymbals jarred
upon the ear,
When all knew no drum or trumpet, neither cymbals
were there near.
Lights had blazed from GAFFER'S body — voices, call
ing men by names,
Had been heard, and several soldiers saw, within a
wreath of flames
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The calm features of a comrade that had fallen in
the fight,
Heard him say, "How are you, fellows?" then he
vanished in the night !
Hands had travelled round the circle, stroking each
upon the head,
When a band of unseen voices broke into a song,
they said.
" Fellow-soldiers " — hark, 'tis GAFFER, in his trance
state speaking, now;
See ! his eyes are closed, and softly a pale light
plays round his brow !
"Fellow-soldiers, all the lessons taught by earths
profoundest sage,
All the wonderful experiences from childhood to old
age,
All the store houses of learning prized by wise ones
of the earth,
Are as nothing to the lessons of this death and
second birth !
I will give you my experience and 'twill answer for
you all : —
In the straggle at Winchester I was wounded by a
ball;
Stunned and dizzy on the instant I sank helpless to
the ground,
While the warm blood trickled swiftly from the deep
and fatal wound.
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In a moment more my senses were restored to me
as clear
As I ever had possessed them, and I lay there with
out fear.
I knew that I was wounded, badly wounded, it might
be,
But thoughts of dying from that wound did not occur
to me.
The battlefield, with all its noise, swam gently out
of view,
And scenes of home, and boyhood days, and deeds
my childhood knew,
Came drifting sweetly through my mind while there,
without a pain,
I lay, and thought of friends I'd see when I were
well again !
Sweet flowed the current of my thoughts, and peace
ful as the deep,
When not a zephyr stirs abroad, 1 sank away to
sleep !
Anon I wakened, and beheld sweet faces beaming
round !
I stood erect! — no longer faint and bleeding on the
grounpl !
" ' Why, how is this ? 1 " amazed I cried, " ' Oh did it
only seem
That I was wounded, or arn I now cheated by a
dream?'"
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Then looking downward to my feet I saw my body
lie
With white, stark face and rigid limbs, and glazed
and glaring eye !
Ah, then the truth that I had passed away from things
of earth —
Had crossed the dismal vale of Death, and found the
second birth —
Came pouring like a flood of light through all my
soul and sense,
And friends, long gone, now thronged around and
ended all suspense !
'Twas hard, indeed, to realize the fact that I had
died —
There bent the sky, there waved the trees, along
the river side,
Here were my hands, my feet, my limbs, my body,
and my head,
All clothed, erect and full of life! oh, no, I was
not dead !
Still, I had passed the dread ordeal, had drained the
fearful cup,
There lay my musket and I tried but could not take
it up!
I saw my friends, and thousands more bright ones
I did not know
Move freely through the ambient air where'er they
chose to go !
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Now high among the fleecy clouds, now down amid
the trees,
Now flying swift and straight through space, like ship
before a breeze !
Oh, then a longing filled my soul to try a starward
flight,
When instantly I rose in air, 'mid burnings of
delight !
I drifted o'er the battlefield, where yet, in fearful
strife,
Stood ranks of men with sole intent to take each
other's life !
I watched the stricken, as they fell, and saw the pro
cess, grand : —
The body's death, the spirit's birth into this happy
land !
The wild, bewildered, puzzled look as each his form
surveyed,
Or turned his glance on field and grove, or where his
body laid,
The gathering friends, the fond embrace, the joy, re
placing fear —
These are the first experiences of all on coming
here !
When in my body, gun in hand, so willing to take
life,
I little thought that overhead, spectators of the strife,
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ilung millions of celestial ones with sadness in each
soul,
To see man on his fellow man such tides of hatred
roll!
And as ], too, hung o'er the field — made wise by
my new birth —
My being wept at what I was and what I did on
earth !
Then came a wiser one, and said, " 'Be all your grief
dissolved ;
From out this fiery storm of war shall Wisdom be
evolved !
Behold the sun, now shining down o'er river, sea,
and land ;
How green the trees, how soft the air, the prospect,
oh, how grand;
But, o'er yon ocean's vast expanse behold the mists
arise,
Sucked upward by this shining sun to darken all the
skies ;
Behold the heated air ascend o'er many miles of
space,
While yonder, from the frigid poles, to take its vacant
place,
Comes, charged with cold and thunder-bolts, the north
wind, sweeping strong,
And o'er these peaceful scenes will burst in fearful
strength ere long I
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But when the angry storm has passed and shines the
sun again,
The tree feels stronger for the blast and greener
glows the plain!
"Tis so with man — success in life, prosperity and
peace —
To feel his power and wealth and fame day after
day increase —
Begets a grasping selfishness within his hardening
heart,
That leads him to desire to seize a weaker brother's
part.
This done then arrogance is born of such unjust
success
And year by year does he contrive more victims to
oppress ;
Until, at length, Harmonious Law, infracted, once
too far,
Asserts its potency, and lo ! the land is filled with
war !
But when its crimson tide has ebbed, its furious
strength is spent,
The moral mind will treasure well the lesson that
[ was meant !
And learn to know, as little drops wear out the
granite fast.
So, envy, selfishness, and pride will lead to war at
last ! ' "
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He ceased, and swiftly I was drawn along a gleaming
line
To where reposed, in slumber deep, a love that yearned
for mine !
Her fair young face reflected forth her soul's deep
dream of joy,
Her spirit rose to my embrace — she clasped her
soldier boy!
But all in vain ! her waking sense was powerless to
impart
That story of her spirit's feast to her enhungered
heart !
For though to all we may draw near, as freely as
we will,
That few are subject to control must be remembered
still.
The how and why that this is so to me is not yet
plain ;
A wiser one is waiting here, these riddles to ex
plain.
My soul is filled with joy and love to know, that
out of strife,
I have emerged to glorious day, to sure, immortal
life!
We have a fine, ethereal world, encircling earth
around,
Where spreading fields, and flowery meads, and groves
and lakes abound!
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Where music breathes in every sound and fragrance
loads the air ;
Where graceful trees profusely yield the flowing
robes we wear !
Let not these truths be shut away by doubt's obscur
ing wings,
You only have the grosser forms, we have the soul of
things !
.Behold the lillies of the field ! no prince, in all his
pride,
Was e'er arrayed in robes so rich, so delicately
dyed!
Whence come your silks ? from little worms ! Your
linens? from a weed!
Your woolens? from a creature's back! Oh, wonder
ful indeed !
Whence come the luscious fruits you eat, the water
that you drink?
The air you breathe, the birds, the flowers? Oh,
doubter, stop and think !
Can God, from whom all blessings flow, so good and
potent here,
Come short, in all his attributes and powers in our
sphere ?
Oh, no, the wonders multiply as upward you ascend !
And extacies and forms of bliss seem truly without
end!
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God gives with an unsparing hand and every soul,
that will,
At all the fountains of His love may freely take
its fill!
Then fear not death, oh, fellow-men, no hell awaits
you here
Except the hell you bring from earth, which soon
will disappear
Beneath the genial floods of love that flow from ten
der eyes
On every erring child of earth that passes to the
skies !
Your envy, pride and selfishness will then be buried
deep
In earth with your lost robe of flesh, in everlasting
sleep !
And all your higher principles will day by day ex
pand
Beneath the love of loving hearts in this celestial
land!
Then fear not death, my fellow-men, but calmly wait
the day
That shall announce your second birth. — Good night,
I must away ! "
PART SIXTEENTH.
EXPLANATIONS OP THE "WISER ONE,"
reigned throughout the circle for a mo-
^ ment, then a strain
Of the same delicious music poured its volume forth
again.
Hark ! what is that air, familiar, so distinctly floating
down?
Ha, the circle add their voices! 'Tis the ballad of
"JOHN BROWN!"
How the music harmonizes — falling soft each heart
upon;
How the chorus stirs the spirit — " John Brown's soul
is marching on!"
When the song at last was finished, lo! a presence
bright was seen
By the side of GAFFER, looking calm and lovingly
serene.
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Robed in stuff of finest texture, band of gems around
its head,
Oh, how thrilled those hundred pulses when in tender
voice it said:
"Brothers, I have been enabled by your harmony
to-night
To become en rapport with you, and be patent to
your sight.
Rapport signifies condition — thus, if with your body's
eye
You would view a given object it were waste of time
to try
Until you are placed en rapport with it by the rays
of light;
Light, then, is a fixed condition necessary to your
sight.
"What is light? 'Tis magnetism; 'tis the moulding
law of God:
'Tis the life and love of atoms, Nature's great divin
ing rod.
As I said, His magnetism — 'tis the law by which
you see
Blocks and stones, or one another, fields and fences,
flower or tree,
Yet intensest floods magnetic might pour ever from
the skies,
And your spirits dwell in darkness, were you not
endowed with eyes.
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Yet the eye is not the seer, 'tis the spirit that be
holds ;
>Tis the eye receives the vision which the light reflects
and moulds;
And when you shall lose your body and your eyes
you still will find
That your light is magnetism, softened, deepened,
and refined.
Now each one of you behold me by this same mag
netic light;
Let its silver cord be broken I should vanish from
your sight;
With your eyes you do not see me ; close them and
you'll find it true,
Only by your spirit vision am I visible to you.
Through your ears you do not hear me, stop them,
and you still will find
Every sentence that I utter comprehended by your
mind.
That effects arise from causes is one of the sternest
laws,
And by GAFFER though you see me, GAFFER still is
not the cause !
He is simply a reflector by whose aid I turn the
light
On your inner sense of vision, this reveals me to
your sight.
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And were not your minds receptive, did not harmony
prevail,
From between us, I nor GAFFER could a moment lift
the veil.
I perceive that you are asking in your minds the
reason why
All men may not hold communion with the dwellers
of the sky?
The solution of this question few earth minds can
understand,
Though it is the simplest knowledge taught you in
the summer land !
'Twould he hard to make a brother, born into exist
ence blind,
By description fix the colors of the rainbow on his
mind;
Still I shall attempt to teach you why it is that we
may come
Freely unto certain of you, while we cannot unto
some.
First, remember, men are different, no two beings
are alike,
And the truth of this assertion every mind at once
will strike.
Walk some autumn through your orchard, raise your
eyes, and you will see
A vast difference in the apples, growing on the self
same tree,
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Here is one all dwarfed and wrinkled, by its side
one large and fair ;
Both the children of one parent, nursed by the same
sun and air.
So with men, from low surroundings some will rise,
unfold, expand,
Crown their day and generation with a record great
and grand,
While a child of the same parents in vile ways will
take delight,
Die, and leave behind him memories dark as Egypt's
fabled night.
I refer you to the functions; though all eat, and
sleep, and walk,
Have their bright and gloomy moments, laugh and
cry, reflect and talk,
Do not all perform them different ? Do you know
of any two
Who are similar in these things, or like either one
of you?
As by viewing Nature's functions we decide upon
God's plan,
So the outward manner, surely, tells us of the in
ward man.
Note the child upon a journey ever meeting faces
new,
It will pick the children-loving at a single inter
view.
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Thus a self-hood of conditions, multifariously com
bined,
Is this wonderful immortal — crown of all created
kind.
Not a single message, therefore, can the longing spirit
send
Through a mortal whose condition is not suited to
that end.
The musician that assayeth to produce a sweet re
frain,
Every cord to proper tension is most careful first
to strain;
Men are instruments of music — some with hut one
string are found,
Others two, and more another, tuned their proper
notes to sound.
While we sometimes find, though rarely, those in
whom each separate cord,
Nicely tuned, forever utters perfect sounds of sweet
accord.
Now, as spirits cannot tune you, it is plain that they
must choose
Those whose natural condition makes it possible to
use.
Thus have I attempted plainly to impress upon your
mind
The chief reason why we cannot use the mass of
human kind.
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But of vastly more importance to each brief sojourner
here
Is the knowledge we would bring you from our
sublimated sphere.
We have truths to give you, brothers, broader than
your wisest give,
Truths that light the " * Dismal Yalley,'" and instruct
you how to live.
Man is not a fallen being; from the lowest forms
of life
He has risen, out of tumult, out of discord and wild
strife,
Out of thick and groping darkness, out of supersti
tions blind,
Out of bigotry, intolerance, and narrowness of mind,
Out of gross and cruel practices that long have
stained the race,
Man has risen and is rising to a more exalted place.
" ' By their fruits ' " ye are '"to know them '" — and
along man's path you'll find
Fruits abundantly attesting the progressiveness of
mind.
Turn your gaze adown his pathway for two hundred
thousand years,
Note the caves and holes he lived in, and his barb*-
rous clubs and spears.
Huts and tents, and bows and arrows, rude canoes
along the shore.
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Are his only signs of progress for a thousand ages
more.
Then a glimpse of agriculture and of pastoral life
appears,
Which, with unperceived improvement, lasts a long
decade of years.
Then we find the clans uniting under laws for general
weal,
Notice also woven fabrics, gold and silver, iron and
steel,
Costly stuffs of silk and linen, famous for their gorg
eous dyes;
Teeming cities, grander dwellings, and huge edifices
rise;
Swords, and instruments of torture, armors, shields,
and engines, dire,
That projected monstrous missiles and incendiary
fire ;
Wars prevail, and cities crumble, new ones still arise,
more grand;
Ships loom up — man's mind is spreading o'er the sea
as well as land.
Slowly onward roll the ages, man expands from year
to year —
Hieroglyphics come and vanish, written languages
appear ;
Startling truths, by bold proclaimers in the teeth of
error hurled,
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Stir the rage of blinded bigots, and electrify the
world.
That earth, and all the shining stars, were planets,
huge and round,
And moved through space — though long denied, great
truths, at last were found.
The long, dark night that shrouded man at last came
to a close,
And 'mid the murmurs of the world the sun of
printing rose.
Then rapid were the strides of mind though fiercely
error clung
To her dark ways, and o'er all light her baleful
shadows flung;
She persecuted, cursed, and scorned, and raved in her
distress,
As year by year truth's sun arose, and her dark shade
grew less.
Now Freedom raised its head and bade oppression
lax its hand,
Then steam was born, and ribbed the earth with many
an iron band ;
Then throbbing telegraphic threads bound shore with
distant shore,
Thus triumphed mind o'er time and space, on earth,
for evermore!
The planets all are sun-born things, and in the sea
of space
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Swim round and round the mother orb, each in its
proper place.
Oh, many shut this truth away, and will not hear a
word,
Yet is it writ on every brood, and every mother
bird.
Eternal space is filled with God, and there was never
hour
When every atom did not throb with his life-giving1
power.
He did not need a voice to call a something out of
naught,
Fruits of his life the gleaming suns were one by one
outwrought I
From every loaded orchard bough this truth is plain
to see,
Its shining worlds of fruit attest the God within the
tree!
Your sun, projected into space, unnumbered ages
rolled,
Convulsed and torn by laws that sought its functions
to unfold ;
And when maturity was reached, its monstrous womb
was rent,
And forth into the realm of space a radiant child
was sent,
And ages, more than man can count, rolled onward,
morn by morn,
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Until at length this earth of yours was, in its season,
born.
And millions upon millions more of ages wandered
by,
Ere Nature's forces ceased to strive, and dwelt in
harmony.
In early days, ere cambrian rocks or Cumbrian yet
were formed,
With living, moving forms of life the shoreless ocean
swarmed,
Thence slowly upward, age by age, progressed the
mighty plan,
Until all types were grouped in one, and lo ! that
one was man!
Although his mind was dark and fierce, and knew not
west from east,
Though evil, yet was he a good, considered with the
beast ;
The law that raised him up will still for age on
age refine
The offspring of his loins until eternity shall shine
With love, and wisdom, and great truths, and things
the good most prize,
Incarnate in a race whose source we vainly would
despise.
And, brothers, when your souls have gained, within
the body's case,
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The sum of good that earth can give they '11 seek a
higher place.
And there will still unfold and rise, and rise and
still unfold,
Expand with joys whose extacies no tongue has ever
told.
The world doth make sad work with souls — insists
that each shall take
A load of principles that lived but for the body's
sake.
The spirit needs not selfishness, nor envy, hate, or
fear,
Those are the forces made to drive and chain the
body here.
And when the body falls to earth they surely will
not rise
Along with love, and hope, and faith, and wisdom, to
the skies.
But if your life on earth be bad — if good you do
not seek,
Then will your spirit attributes indeed be very weak.
And what I mean by seeking good is strive to let
your mind
Expand with sympathetic love toward your fellow
kind.
Be not absorbed in gaining wealth — keep well this
fact in view:
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All earthly honors, in themselves, are worthless trash
to you.
Be kind and gentle in your homes ; remember, love
is best
Developed in the youngling ere it leaves the parent
nest.
Decide opinions for yourself, yet reason deep and
long
On things profound ere you pronounce them either
right or wrong.
Think much upon your future life, and often of each
friend,
Who from your circle hath passed on to where your
footsteps tend.
Thus shall your life on earth be blessed, and scores
of tender eyes
Will pour a flood of love to light your pathway to
the skies.
I pray you, therefore, heed my voice ; be patient in
the right,
Forgetting not your great reward; brothers, adieu,
good night."
PART SEVENTEENTH.
THE "FOLKS AT HOME "-LETTER FROM BARRY TO
MANOMIN- GAFFER'S STORY,
wore on in RICHARD'S dwelling — months
T of mingled hope and fear —
All good tidings straightway darkened by the bad
they feared to hear.
"War, they felt, was no respecter — wise and noble,
good and true,
Quite as often as the vicious, fell before its bolts,
they knew.
Anxiously they watched for letters, and when " mail-
day " came and passed
Each would ask the inward question, " Will this
letter be his last?"
Oh, those letters were such treasures — read, re-read,
and read again,
Until every word and sentence became fixed upon
the brain.
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All deserved a better record than this humble book
of mine —
Sentiments most high and noble, glowing in each
word and line.
Fine descriptions of the country which the troops
were marching through,
Minute details of each skirmish, observations fresh
and new,
Fillial words, so hope sustaining, full of tenderness
and love
Toward each member of the household — trustful faith
in God above ;
Confidence in final triumph, though the sky so dark
did seem,
Formed the burden of his letters — were his almost
constant theme.
One June evening, while the shadows softly round
the doorway crept,
And from off the blooming prairies smells of sweetest
v fragrance swept,
Underneath the spreading branches of a patriarchal
tree
Sat MANOMIN, deeply thinking of the unborn yet
to be.
EICHARD stealthily approached her, taking something
from his cap,
And a moment leaning o'er her, gently dropped it
in her lap.
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How she started! how she clutched it! Then her
eyes with tears grew dim,
Tears of joy too great to utter, joy to hear once
more from him.
Then, with face suffused with blushes, swiftly she
tripped up ihe stair,
And with palpitating pulses sank into the rocking
chair.
Through her soul a storm of joy swept, making all
her senses reel,
When 'twas o'er she lit her candle, and then broke
her letter's seal:
" DARLING ONE, once more the pleasure of addressing
you a line
That may keep you strong in courage and in love
and hope, is mine.
Courage to sustain you, darling, should some rifle
ring my knell;
Love to blunt the edge of sorrow, hope that all may
yet be well.
Down Virginia's fertile valleys we are marching,
day by day,
Over hills and through deep forests patiently we
wend our way,
Through the dark ravines and gorges, over hamlet,
farm and town,
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Daily we go sweeping onward, like a freshet pouring
down.
Into corn cribs, fields and orchards, houses, stores,
as on we go,
Sadly does this living river every second overflow.
There are many things enacted which I do not
care to tell,
War, at best, is wretched business, that I'm sure
you know full well.
But there is a little story, interesting, strange and
true,
That concerns our honest GAFFER which I will relate
to you.
Tester evening, after sundown, in the fading twilight
dim,
Having found that he was absent I went out in search
of him.
We were camped near by a farm house, deeply set
within a grove,
And, as if to further hide it, climbing vines luxuriant
strove.
In the rear, enclosed by palings, with its tombstones
glittering white,
Wrapt in peaceful, sacred silence a small graveyard
met my sight.
Moved by some strong inward prompting I removed
the wooden pin
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That secured the little wicket, swung it back and
entered in.
And although I closed it gently and walked on with
muffled tread,
Yet distrustfully the "breezes seemed to whisper over
head,
And the willows, hending downward, to the staring
tombstones said:
" ' Let us watch this Yankee soldier here among the
Southron dead!'"
E'en the moon looked down suspicious from her win
dow in the skies,
Peering at me through the branches of the trees in
mute surprise.
But I wandered on in silence down the shaded, grav
elled nave;
Suddenly I saw a figure stretched full length across
a grave.
I was startled for a moment, then discovered by its
clothes
That it was a Union soldier, still as if in death's
repose.
Thoughts swept o'er me of assassins with foul pur
pose lurking near,
And I drew my '"Colt,"' determined I would sell
existence dear.
But no murderous hand assailed me, triggers clicked
not on the air,
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So I carefully moved forward — heavens, Was GAF
FER lying there !
Frightened, I sat down beside him, felt his pulse
and raised his head;
He was clammy, cold and rigid and I thought he
must he dead.
But he bore no mark of bruises, stabbed he certainly
was not,
For 1 ripped his vestments open and no mark of
thrust or shot
Was there anywhere about him, then the thought
occurred, perchance
This apparent death was really nothing but a spirit
trance.
So I sat me down determined that the issue I would
bide,
When a drowsiness came o'er me and I laid down
by his side.
Then my inner sight was opened and the graveyard
blazed with light,
While amid the foliage moving there were scores of
beings bright;
And I saw that standing near me, with his features
lit with love,
There was GAFFER in communion with a maiden
from above.
Oh, her radiant beauty, darling, was a glorious sight
to see,
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And my spirit thrilled when GAFFER turned and
brought her unto me.
Her tender eyes and loving look and faultless form
and face,
Her silvery voice and winsome ways, her arilesness
and grace,
The fascinating, thrilling touch of her angelic hand
Within my mind have crystalized that glimpse of
Summer Land.
And never more can I forget the calm and holy
bliss
Which renders life in that bright world so different
from this.
Here selfishness, distrust and hate their promptings
never cease,
There all is brotherhood and love, enjoyment, rest
and peace.
My trance was brief and coming to and raising up
my head,
Saw GAFFER in his normal state, who then in low
tones said :
• ' Sit up, friend HARRY, close to me and hear while
I impart
To you a tale that long has lain a secret in rny
heart.
A score of years ago my home was in this farm
house here ;
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I was a tutor from the north, employed by HUGH
DE VERE,
A rich, aristocratic man and proud as he was rich,
With many a thousand rood of land and many a
bondman, which
He seemed to think endowed him with more virtues
and what not,
Than couid by any means belong to those in humble
lot.
The very opposite of this his wife was. kind and
mild,
With heart as tender and as pure as any little child.
She recognized the home of man and woman as on
high,
And felt that all the aims of earth should be to learn
to die.
She was a lady, nay was more, an angel of earth's
sphere.
And like her was her only girl, sweet ADELAIN
DE VERE.
She and young HUGH my pupils were — she eighteen,
he a score,
He but reviewed his Yirgil and some things he'd
learned before;
While drawing, botany and French and music she
assayed,
And rising o'er all obstacles surprising progress
made.
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HUGH was his father's counterpart, full of that gassy
pride
Which leads your pompous southern man to scoff at
and deride
All honest men whose wealth results from toil of
their own hands
And ever ruffianly parades his " " niggers " •' and his
lands.
I bore the arrogance and pride, the insults, taunts,
and sneers
Of both the senior and the son for two long, bitter
years.
Still not so bitter that I would not gladly take the
pain —
Aye, twice the pain of those two years to live them
o'er again.
For in those trying days there came a compensation
dear :
It was the plighted love and troth of ADELAIN DE
YERE.
And, HARRY, I had dived into my soul's inmost
retreat,
Had plucked its choicest flower of love and laid
it at her feet.
We met in secret oftentimes within this little wood,
Full well we knew the consequence if son or father
should
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Discover our attachment ere our plans were more
matured,
That fearful insults by us both would have to be
endured.
The time for which I had engaged was drawing to
an end
And anxiously those fleeting hours I watched, you
may depend;
For I had promised I would seek her father and
demand
His sanction of his daughters choice in giving me
her hand.
And if withheld, as well we knew it was most sure
to be,
Then boldly forth she had agreed to brave the world
with me.
I '11 not recall the bitter things that were that morning
said,
Nor tell you of the vile abuse the son heaped on
my head.
It is sufficient that I left the house that very day,
And that same night from 'neath this tree I bore my
bride away.
Young HUGH collected a rough band and followed
in our rear,
But we were made ""bone of one bone"" ere he
could interfere.
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In frenzied rage he bade his band burst in my eham-
ber door —
A ruffian entered and got stretched at once upon
the floor.
Then pistol shots flew thick and fast and wildly raged
the strife,
My blood was boiling and I fought terrifically for
life.
The bullets rained all round the room ; at last, shot
through and through,
I fell upon the floor, but not till HUGH was stretched
there too.
Then came a blank and when at length my con
sciousness returned,
That HUGH was dead, my wife insane and I pro
scribed, I learned.
A score of men were organized to mete me out my
doom
As soon as I had gathered strength enough to leave
my room.
A colored maid of ADELAIN'S had watched around
my bed ;
To some asylum, far away, my wife was sent, she
said,
And bade me, if Pd save my life, to rise that night
and flee,
That in a wood near by she had concealed my horse
for me.
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By some strange luck my wounds had proved mere
punctures of the flesh
Which left me, when my fever passed comparatively
fresh.
This fact was gloated o'er by those who lay in wait
for me ;
Already they had made the noose, and picked the
gallows tree.
I fled and shortly after heard my wife had ceased to
live,
Then sought I that seclusion deep which only woods
can give.
And there, 'mid simple hearted ones, rude children
of the wood,
I brooded o'er my loved and lost in deepest solitude ;
'Twas then that spirits first began to swarm around
and give
Those tokens that when death ensues they do not
cease to live.
And often with my ADELAIN sweet converse I would
hold,
But not until to-night have I been able to behold
Her own dear self, and here beneath this huge old
trysting tree
She has in person met and pledged eternal troth
to me.
You saw her for a little space and many more
beside ;
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God speed the day that I may go and claim my
angel bride.' "
Such is the story GAFFER told and such I give to
you,
And only add I think it true and strange as it is
true.
Now, darling one, I'll close this scrawl by bidding
you take heart,
Be not cast down if years shall lapse and find us
still apart.
The longest time doth close at last and round the
hour will roll
That shall unite us evermore, one life, one love,
one soul.
Be mindful of the chance of war, my life hangs on
a thread,
A thrust, a shot, a bursting shell, and private THORN
TON 's dead.
But still I have a clinging faith that yet down here
below,
Stretch years of joy for you and me — God grant it
may be so.
With prayers that you may keep your health, be
cheerful, and not pine
O'er my long absence and great peril, I am forever
thine."
PART EIGHTEENTH.
THE PENINSULA CAMPAIGN -BATTLE OF PAIE OAES-
HAEEY'S LETTEE DESCEIBING THE BATTLES OP
MECHANICSVILLE, GAINES' MILL, MALVEEN
HILL, &c, CONSEQUENT UPON THE
FAMOUS "CHANGE OF BASE."
surged the crimson wave of war, but the
whole country's face was turned
To Chickahominy's low swamps, where our brave
army's camp fires burned ;
"Where thousands of our gallant men sank down
beneath malaria's breath,
And like a fog before a wind were swept away to
sudden death!
For one long month in that low swamp did our de
voted army lay,
While swifter than a battle's breath miasmas swept
our men away !
And by and by a furious flood broke o'er the treach
erous river's banks
And rolled a turbid lake between our army's decim
ated ranks.
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On CASEY'S. COUCH'S, HEINTZLEMAN'S small camps
of isolated men
The sanguinary rebels poured the whole of their
vast army then.
Oh, weird and wild the slaughter there, ten thousand
of our brave men fell;
"Why was this fearful battle fought, ah, who in this
broad land can tell?
Why was a treacherous stream allowed so long to
roll its waves between
That wasted army, when a child their awful peril
might have seen?
Thank God, the rebels prospered not, fruitionless
their bloody schemes
Were rendered by our gallant men. Brave BERRY'S
glorious Wolverines
And York State's gallant hearts were there, and
Keystone's boys, firm as her rocks,
And old New England's adamants that loved the
fiercest battle shocks.
And there they stretched a wall of steel across that
sanguinary plain,
Against which their wild sea of foes beat furiously
two days in vain.
Hushed is the noise, decayed the dead, faded the
flash of saber strokes,
But never will our land forget the fruitless slaughter
of Fair Oaks!
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For though in wild disordered mobs the rebel host
was put to flight,
While thousands of their ragged dead outlined the
boundaries of the fight,
And though all Bichmond fled the town and all the
South grew white with fear,
Yet "Young Napoleon" failed to march his army
on their flying rear !
Though STONEWALL JACKSON, further north, by FRE
MONT'S heroes hard bestead,
Was paying all along his route a constant tribute
of his dead,
And though the rebel JOHNSTON fell and LEE de
clared their cause was lost.
Yet paralized McCLELLAN lay with Chickahominy
uncrossed !
For three weeks more he dallied on in that low
country's poisonous heat,
And then occurred that change of base which seemed
so much like a retreat!
The rebels heard with wild amaze this great strategic
move of MACK'S
While hourly waiting in suspense his rushing column's
fierce attacks.
Then bugles sounded, drums beat loud and ring of
sabres stormed the ear,
And forth like bees from all their camps they streamed
upon MCCLELLAN'S rear.
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Wild was the strife that soon began, for one long
week by day and night,
Our wasted, weary but brave boys maintained that
fierce, unequal fight.
The glorious deeds of those who fought in that ill
starred campaign so well
I'll leave for HARRY, who was there, in his long
letter home to tell !
" DEAR MOTHER, once again I take my pen in hand
to write to you,
To tell you I am safe, and of the dangers I • ve been
passing through.
For ere this reaches you there will the lightning's
swifter feet have run
All through the land in haste to tell our bloody deeds
of battle done.
And well I know that hearts at home will ache with
anxiousness to see
This white-winged messenger of love come flying
through the mail from me.
God knows I would not add one beat of Time's
great pendulum unto
Your poignant seconds of suspense, so haste at once
to write to you.
Along and fearful march we've had, through wood
and swamp, through field and flood,
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One constant roar by day and night — a week's red
carnival of blood.
I cannot give the full details of those terrific days
of strife,
Those days of hunger and distress, those days so
prodigal of life.
I have not time to tell you now all of that long
and murderous fray
Nor heart to tell you of the scenes, the fearful scenes
upon the way.
Yet still I feel impelled to give such facts as came
beneath my ken,
In justice to the brave deeds done and hardships
suffered by our men.
Around Mechanicsville we lay with Eichmond's gleam
ing spires in sight,
Hoping and praying every day for orders to begin
the fight.
There was a strength of conscious right in every
loyal heart that beat
In anxious hope before those walls, which would have
urged with rapid feet
The living bodies of our men, swifter than whirl
winds' swift descent,
O'er abattis and rifle pits despite the storm of mis
siles sent,
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O'er bastions, batteries and men, forward with resist
less power
Until the " On to Richmond " bud in Richmond should
have bloomed a flower!
That longed for order never came but airy rumor,
with swift feet,
Went whispering round from tent lo tent that we
were ordered to retreat.
One man amid that mighty host, one small, weak
man, aye only one,
Who 'd kept us in those poisonous swamps beneath
a scorching summer's sun
Till thousands of our best men died, now bade us
turn our backs and flee !
Flee from a foe we came to fight — flee from the
very task which we
Had left our homes and firesides, our wives and
children to perform;
In bitterness we turned away from trenches which
we came to storm!
We were not left to go in peace, for on our sullen
rear was poured
In long, deep, yelling, swarming lines the whole
exultant rebel horde !
We fought as only angry men, forced 'gainst their
will to shameful flight
By iron discipline of war — we fought as only such
can fight.
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The Chickahominy still split our splendid army's lines
in twain,
The bloody tide from slaughtered men had flowed at
Seven Pines* in vain.
So when we came to Games' Mill where all our
army should have been,
We had to face LEE'S whole command with thirty
thousand of our men.
Brave HEINTZLEMAN, and KEYES, and COUCH, and
FRANKLIN, HOOKER, KEARNEY, too,
The dashing, gallant, one-armed PHIL, so quick and
bold to dare and do,
Brave KICHARDSON'S and SEDGWICK'S boys, and SUM-
NER'S lying far from harm,
Across the river, twelve miles off, in idleness at
BARKER'S farm !
Oh, God! the agony of mind no human pen has
power to tell,
As sharp to those who did not fight as unto those
who fought or fell.
Oh, mother, fancy, if you can, our little army of
brave men
In long thin lines stretched o'er the field, from hill to
hill, and glen to glen.
Prom golden dawn to dusky eve lying beneath a
scalding sun,
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Fighting a fierce exultant foe — outnumbered by them
three to one,
When just within three hour's march lay sixty thousand
of our boys
Chafing- with rage at being held in hearing of that
battle's noise !
In vain our brave men stood their ground and in grim
silence fought and fell,
In vain our heated, well worked guns rained storms
of grape, and shot and shell,
In vain our horsemen few, but brave, with naked
sabres gleaming bright
Made furious charges on our foe, now on our left,
now on our right,
In vain, in vain, while beaten back, our brave men's
tears fell free as rain,
And rallying, still more desperate fought — oh match
less valor all in vain!
Our cannon one by one were lost until no longer
one remained,
And while outnumbering us in front, the swarming
foe our rear had gained.
Call after call for help was made, and as those dread
ful hours went by
We strained our ears in hopes to catch the ringing
cheers of succor nigh.
But all day long McCLELLAN sat, far from all harm,
with brow serene,
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Unmindful of our fearful fate — great God above I
what could he mean?
T will not blame him, mother dear, nor call him coward
till I know
That he has been upon the field, and flinched before
an equal foe.
Thus far ten battles we have fought and though he
stigmatized McCALL's
And CASEY'S men as cowards, he ne^er heard the whiz
of hostile balls!
Though at Fair Oaks I saw that when our two days'
bloody fight was done
He pompously rode o'er the field, past many a dead
and wounded one !
But do not deem I wish to hint that he 's a coward,
e'en in jest,
I know not how he might behave with lines of bayonets
at his breast !
But to my story, just at night loud cheers rang up
the echoing glen,
And sweeping on with gleaming guns came FRENCH'S
and brave MEAGHER'S men.
Ha ! ha ! how thrilled our weary hearts with wild
delight's hot flushing flow;
And quick as thought our broken lines reformed and
dashed upon the foe !
Ah, fiercely then the rebels fought, hushed was their
loud, exultant mirth,
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With but a dozen fresh brigades we might have swept
them then from earth.
They did not come, but darkness did, and we aban
doned the attack,
Then came an order from our chief to cross the river
and fall back !
Oh, then indeed our hearts were racked with most
excruciating pain ;
Obliged to march away and leave our sick and wound
ed with the slain!
All night we toiled along the road while thickly flew
the rebel shell,
And every now and then some brave, true-hearted
son of freedom fell.
Thus marched we on for six long nights, halting at
every dawn of day
To plant our batteries and place our weary lines in
war's array.
Then all day long 'twas roar and noise, and whiz of
balls, and yells, and heat,
At night tramp, tramp! through swamp and flood, in
silent, sullen, grim retreat.
At length one morn our heavy eyes were gladdened
by a joyful sight:
The shining waters of the James reflecting back the
morning's light,
Three hundred bristling cannon stretched across the
slope of Malvern Hill,
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And rows of rifle pits all dug which we were hasten
ing on to fill.
Loud rang the cheers, for every man beheld this
vision with delight,
Assured that we had reached at last the termination
of our flight.
Eight well we knew those silent guns the dirge of
thousands soon would sing,
And space for miles and miles around with their loud
bellowings would ring.
And proudly we could once more stand and say to our
exultant foe :
•' ' Come on and try the issue here, not one inch
farther will we go.' "
Oh, keenly does the private feel the stinging shame
of a retreat,
Keener than serpent's fang if he has not been first
in battle beat.
The shots may plunge, the shells may burst, and
bullets sing around his head,
The wounded fall and writhe and groan, the field
be covered with the dead,
Day after day the strife may rage 'mid winter's frosts
or summer's heat,
Yet bravely will he struggle on without once think
ing of retreat.
And therefore when we reached the hill, we cried,
"'Hurrah, the die is cast!
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Come on, you ragged rebel knaves, this chase, thank
God, has ceased at last!'"
And on they came in treble lines and furiously the
strife begun,
And you have doubtless heard ere this that it was a
most bloody one.
The rebels bravely charged the hill while from three
hundred cannon sped
All forms of missiles through their ranks and choked
their pathway up with dead!
Again and yet again they charged, and oft our gun
ners would stand still
And for a moment cheer their pluck, then give them
grape shot with a will !
At every roar great gaps were made in their thick
ranks, yet on they came ;
'Tis said that whisky, powder-drugged, their wretched
senses did inflame.
Straight on they marched in scorn of death, amid the
roar, with steady tread,
And cheered when they had got so close that all our
shots flew overhead!
Then from the rifle pits we rose, the cheering rebels
paused amazed,
And turned to flee — too late, too late, ten thousand
well aimed rifles blazed!
Oh, how they fell before us then, like autumn leaves
before a blast !
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They could not form their ranks again, that charge
had proved their best and last.
Now pond'rous shells came screaming up from gun
boats near the James' shore,
Which with our batteries and guns made old earth
tremble with the roar.
In wild disorder, through the woods, the frightened
beaten rebels fled,
And left behind them all their sick, their badly wounded
and their dead.
The battle's smoke has cleared away, and left me
without scratch or harm,
While GAFFER, brave and noble friend, received a
bullet in the arm.
And PARTICK DEEGAN, too, I hear, was badly wounded
in the thigh,
And though the wound is quite severe the surgeon
says he will not die.
And further says, when he gets well Lieutenant DEE
GAN he will be,
For valor shown at Games' Mill, in charging on a
battery.
But I must close this lengthy scrawl ; best love to
each and every one ;
God preserve you, mother dear, as He thus
far has kept your son."
PART NINETEENTH.
THE CLOSE OF THE CAMPAIGN-REST AT LAST- "LETTERS
PROM HOME!»-MANOMEN TO HARRT-HER PAINFUL
PRESENTIMENTS -"GOD KEEP THE BULLETS
FROM TOUR HEART, THE BAYONETS
FROM TOQR BREASTf"
LL hostile sounds were hushed at last, the fearful
roar of arms was still,
warm life blood in crimson streams now dyed
the slopes of Malvern Hill.
The broken, beaten rebel hordes but late so fierce
had fled dismayed,
No longer swarmed their threatening lines with flash
ing gun and trenchant blade.
The wounded all were gathered up and in those
trenches lying low,
Gone to their long and last account, reposed the
fallen of our foe.
Peace to their souls ! for they were brave, mistaken
true, but brave men still,
And to their madness freely gave all man can give
at Malvern Hill.
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Our own. immortal slain were grouped in separate
graves apart from those.
Yet narrow was the strip between a country's saviours
and her foes !
To Turkey Bend our army marched and camped on
James' grateful banks,
And sought the rest so long denied to its thinned,
weary, way-worn ranks.
And though the plain that round them spread was
low and sterile, black beneath
The scorching rays of July's sun, yet it did seem
a goodly heath
To our poor tired heroes, who might eat and sleep
and rest and dream,
Unsummoned by the long roll's call, or plunge into
the James' stream,
And wash arid bathe, aye frolic, too, untroubled by
a hostile sound,
Ah yes, that scorched unlovely plain to them was
fair and holy ground : *
"£etters from home!" rang through the camp. "And
are there any, sir, for me?"
'Twas HARRY'S question. "Yes, my lad, you're
lucky, sir, for here are three."
"Withdrawn from prying eyes apart where nature his
intenseness shared
* The leading facts and principal features of the description of the Pen
insula Campaign have been taken from an article in "Harpers' Monthly,"
May and June No3. 1865; by JOHN S. C. ABBOTT, entitled " Heroic Deeds of
Jleroic Men.'''
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His spirit reveled in the feast his far off loved ones
had prepared.
His heart beat warm with glorious joy, obliviously
the hours sped
As from MANOMIN unto him this letter o'er and o'er
he read : —
"It is Sunday morning, HARRY, and the air is sweet
without,
And through the trees before the door bright birds
flash in and out;
Both your father and your mother and little JESSIE,
too,
And one who loves you more than all, are writing
unto you.
Do you ever think, dear HARRY, of the day when
we first met?
Like a white robed angel that bright morn stands in
my mern'ry yet!
Oh, I was but a wild thing then, decked out in
beaded hood
And Indian skirt and moccasins, dark daughter of
the wood,
Who loved naught but her fishing rod, her gun and
light canoe
Until that ever blessed morn God sent her unto you.
But now my gun is red with rust, my fishing rod is
broke
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And all my Indian tastes and dress have vanished
into smoke;
For now I 'm EICHARD THORNTON'S child, the blessed
and the good,
And oh, 'tis meet I lay aside those relics of the
wood.
But still I love the wild woods yet and Ida's jewelled
shore,
And hourly wish the time would come when you and
I once more
Might stroll together as of old. Oh, HARRY, in my
» heart
A light went out and left it dark when we were
forced apart;
And some prophetic inner sense seems whispering
in my ear,
"'Alas, poor child, that light shall ne'er be re-il
lumined here ! ' "
Sometimes in dreams I see you stretched in death's
eternal sleep,
When with a cry of wild affright I waken up to
weep.
And then 'tis me that some fierce deed removes from
earth away —
Oh, why does this strange feeling haunt my breast
from day to day?
I shall be mindful of war's chance, and oh, I know
full well
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That any moment but a "'thrust, a shot, or bursting
shell"1
May rob me of the one bright form my soul so longs
to see,
One warm, true heart whose priceless love is all in
all to me!
Eut if a soul's most earnest prayers, put up by day
and night,
Can shield you from disease of camps and perils of
the fight
Then are you safe, my life, my love, for there does
not arise
From all the murmuring lips of earth up to the
bending skies,
Up through the thronging angel choirs, up to the
Ear divine
A name so often born in prayer, oh darling one,
as thine !
But notwithstanding all my faith fear's cold and
anxious flood
Flows through the chambers of my soul like poison
through the blood,
And sharp impressions of keen grief and trials I am
loth
To think upon bum in my heart and fiercely menace
both.
'Tis said the Sioux* are in a rage because they've
not been paid;
* Pronounced Sooa.
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That they will rise and wage a war some settlers
are afraid;
But they are so far south of us that we need have
no fear,
I'm sure an army might be raised ere they could
reach us here.
The farm is doing excellent, the corn is very fine,
The wheat and oats are heading out, the garden's
care is mine;
Still I have leisure time to read and practice every
day
And many of your favorite songs have learned to
sing and play.
In freedom's service late enrolled are several neigh
bor's names :
GEORGE BANCROFT and young PERCY BARNES and
gallant JOSEPH JAMES,
The brave young cockney HENRY COOK and JACOB
PRETZLE, too,
Who burn to show Columbia what her foster sons
can do,
Broad shouldered, stalwart JULIUS FROST, JIM DICKEN,
trapper JIM;
No truer rifle pours its death than that which rings
for him.
The two KINKEADS, the WHITEFIELD boys, JAMES
SHOTWELL, true and good,
Son of that fine old man who lives down in the six
mile wood
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Hard by the shores of that sweet lake, where every
passer by,
Upon the scenic banquet spread regales with eager
eye.
All whom you love are well, HARRY, and send their
love to you,
And pray your blessings may be great and hardships
may be few.
You hope to get a furlough soon to visit us, you
say,
Oh may God swiftly speed the time and hasten that
white day !
To GAFFER give my kind regards, his story touched
my heart,
Oh, I can realize the pain when ruthlessly apart,
Two souls that beat as one are torn by rude and
ruffian hand,
And His a blessed thing to know there is a better
land
Where every wrong will be set right and all mistakes
be known,
And every soul that seeks for love will recognize
its own
True counterpart, true other half and they, a perfect
ONE,
May live forever steeped in bliss, accountable to none !
To PATRICK DEEGAN give my love ; may God's pro
tecting care,
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By day and night, in camp and field be with him
everywhere !
He is a noble gallant man, a generous hearted friend,
God grant unscathed he may be brought out safely
to the end.
Alas, my paper is most full, oh, God, how can I
close ?
Would I could be transported too to where this letter
goes!
Good bye, my darling, yet it wrings my soul to say
good bye,
For now, just now I seem to feel an hour of anguish
nigh!
Good bye once more ; God grant I may soon hear
again from you
Despite the whisper in my heart, " ' This is your last
adieu I ' "
Oh must I close, my darling one? May you be ever
blest ;
God keep the bullets from your heartf the bayonets
from your breast!"
PART TWENTIETH.
THE FRONTIER HOMES-PEAEFUL RUMORS- ARRIVAL OF
HARRY -A TERRIFIC FIGHT IN THE DARK WOODS -AWFUL
MASSACRE OF THE THORNTON FAMILY- THE BODY OF
MANOMIN NOT FOUND -THE HEGIRA OF THE SETTLERS -
HEART RENDING SCENES OF MURDER -BATTLES OF BIRCH
COOLIE AND RED WOOD LAKE - CAPTAINS MARSH AND
STROUT— DEATH OF LITTLE CROW,
Qj/HE waving grain was ripe and full and expectation's
^ heartbeat high
At every Douglas County hearth o'er this especial
harvest nigh.
Those frontier farmers who had toiled so long, so
patient and severe,
Had lived in cabins rude and dark for many a weary,
weary year,
Subsisting only on such fare as could be snatched
from woods or streams
Now saw in their broad fields of grain the rich fruition
of their dreams!
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The first rude cabin each had built, with rough, uneven
puncheon floor,
With walls unseemly "chinked" and "daubed" and
flat, trough roof besodded o'er,
Behind a grander edifice was now forever hid away,
Where, 'neath the gnawing teeth of Time it crumbled
slowly to decay.
Their flocks and herds increased apace and broader
grew their cultured land,
And from each passing year they wrung some meed
of gain with horny hand.
Long and severely they had toiled but now they felt
themselves repaid
For every extra hardship borne or every special effort
made.
Indeed they deemed themselves quite rich, and care
less of the future's store,
Viewed most complacently the years now looming
grandly up before !
Ah, false security ! how soon their hopes were mixed
with anxious fears !
Then confirmation of the worst, then flight and terror,
blood and tears!
For many days the airy tongue of trackless rumor
had proclaimed
The temper of the sullen Sioux as daily growing
more inflamed.
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None but the nervous gave them heed and they soon
whistled down their fear,
" The Sioux 1 oh pshaw! too few ! too far ! no danger
of their coming here!"
And gaily they cut down their grain and gaily rose
their harvest glee,
As if such things as scalping knives and murdering
Indians could not be.
At length, as rumors grew apace, and some began to
heed the tale,
Came HARRY THORNTON from below upon the stage
coach with the mail.
Then for a moment the fierce tales of hatchet, knife
and fire brand,
"Were quite forgotten as they rushed around the coach
to shake his hand,
"I'm glad to see you, friends," he said, "but there
is little time to spare,
The murdering Sioux have scattered out along the
frontier everywhere.
So I must hasten home at once; I thought to meet
my father here ;
Alas, alas, I know not why, but I am racked with
strangest fear.
Will any one go with me home ? " Three men step
ped out, three true and good,
Stepped out at once with gun in hand and promptly
answered that they would.
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'Twas Uncle DARLING and ED. WRIGHT and ANDREW
AUSTIN, all brave men
As ever made a rifle ring o'er lake or forest, hill
or glen.
The Ibur set out, it was five miles, and through a
forest deep and dark,
And they had travelled half the way to THORNTON'S
dwelling house, when hark!
The ring of rifles faintly came borne to them on
the rayless air,
" In God's name, boys, let 's hurry on, I fear those
shots mean mischief there!"
'Twas HARRY spoke and then each one went springing
on with speedier tread,
And presently they saw the house — "Hold on a
moment ! " DARLING said ;
"Quick! quick! there's Injuns! fly to trees! be cool
and cautious and take care ! "
Just then six livid sheets of flame flashed out upon
the darkness there,
And six clear, ringing, loud reports awakened all the
echoes round,
And AUSTIN and poor EDWIN WRIGHT fell stricken
lifeless to the ground !
Swift as two tigers from their lairs sprang DARLING
and young HARRY out,
Six stalwart Indians drew their knives and rushed
upon them with a shout !
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The foremost two went down at once before their
rifles' deadly breath,
And HARRY quickly sent a third with his revolver
down to death.
Another's brains were scattered wide by " Biting
Betty's1' crashing breech,
Then hand to hand they waged the fight, one Indian
but remained for each.
The strife was brief, for DARLING wrenched the Knife
from out his foeman's grasp
And struck him dead, and quickly then his tomahawk
he did unclasp
And rushing up dashed out the brains of HARRY'S
foe in time to save
The swift, keen scalping knife's descent that would
have sent him to his grave !
They stopped not there for words or tears or com
ments on that furious fight,
But rushing on to THORNTON'S house — oh, God!
how dreadful was the sight !
Poor THORNTON, mangled, cut and slashed, lay stripped
and swimming in his gore,
And ESTHER, stabbed and scalped and shot, lay dead
and naked on the floor !
And ESTHER'S father ! oh, my God ! how must these
horrid deeds appal!
His head was severed from its trunk and grimly
nailed against the wall !
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Sweet little JESSIE, angel child, sure demons would
have spared her life,
But these vile murderers cut her throat and stabbed
Ixer with a scalping knife!
MANOMIN'S body was not found, but smeared with
blood her rifle lay
Across the threshold and they said, " She has been
killed and dragged away."
Those were the six that now lay dead a few rods
back there in the wood,
But oh, great God! it was too late, it seemed their
death had done no good !
Whose pen can paint, whose heart conceive the rush
of grief, the wild despair
That bleakly swept poor HARRY'S soul as he beheld
the slaughter there ?
"Oh Jesus! bend thy shining head down from thy
glittering throne to-night !
Let all high heaven's pitying hosts look down upon
this fearful sight!
And give me strength of heart and limb and eagle
steadiness of eye
To run these ruthless redskins down and hunt them
till the last shall die!
Oh, God! how black this world has grown in one short
hour! can it be,
That I am left an orphan boy with none on earth
to cherish me ?
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Oh, no ! my blessed country stands with outstretched
arms to claim her boy!
yes! yes! I'm thine, Columbia! henceforth you are
my only joy !
You are my father ! mother, too ! you are MANOMIN,
all my life !
You are my sister ! and oh, God ! I 'm thine for war
and bloody strife ! "
Then came the hot tears gushing forth — he wept
as only strong men can,
And Uncle DARLING with wet eyes said, " Come,
my boy ! come ! be a man ! "
And with a mighty effort then he crowded back
upon his heart
That bitter, scalding flood of grief that had so rent
his soul apart !
Then for MANOMIN long they searched, they called
her name but failed to hear
The faintest answer or response from any human
being near.
No single trace of her appeared, no track of foot
or shred of dress
To guide them in their anxious search or ease one
pang of their distress !
They did not dare to linger long, reluctantly they
gave her up,
Thus to the very brim was filled with bitterness poor
HARRY'S cup.
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A team was geared and in the box the bodies tenderly
were placed,
When quickly .with sad, heavy hearts their fearful
footsteps they retraced.
They picked up AUSTIN and young WRIGHT and
hurried forward to the town
To find a swarm of fugitives from up the country
pouring down,
With tales of prowling Indian bands, of houses wrap
ped in flame and smoke,
Of mothers murdered, children brained, of rifle shot
and hatchet stroke !
Oh, all was panic 'and despair and faces paled and
hearts grew white,
Both men and women for a time were wild and
helpless with affright !
But rapidly they organized ; there were a hundred
stalwart men,
And as they gripped their trusty guns they lost all
fear of Indians then.
In four rude coffins, quickly made, in one broad grave
were HARRY'S dead
That night interred in DARLING'S yard, and stones
heaped o'er their lonely bed.
With Uncle DARLING at their head the settlers all
now started out,
Expecting every mile to hear the ring of rifles on
their route.
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And every night they saw all round the glare of
flames across the plain,
And flying fugitives came in to tell their tales and
swell the train.
But one bright morn, with thankful hearts, they saw
St. Cloud's white houses shine,
And one wild ringing shout of joy went flying down
that lengthy line !
Their wives and little ones were safe, need dread no
more the hatchet's gleam,
The sudden shot, the" scalping knife, the Indian's
awful midnight scream !
And they would take their guns at once, and reso
lutely turning back,
'Would follow up the murderers' trails like blood
hounds on a victim's track.
They went, and oh ! what tongue can tell the dreadful
sights that met their eyes?
Young children's heads cut off and turned all ghastly
glaring to the skies!
Bodies cut up and trees festooned with all their
horrid fragments, there,
Girls disembowelled and on limbs hung tied together
by the hair.
Great stalwart men shot down and scalped, their heads
oft skinned completely o'er,
While their young wives in agony were nailed stark
naked to the floor !
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Small children's eyes dug out while each dark socket
held a musket ball,
And unborn babes ripped out and spiked alive and
writhing to the wall!
Oh, you, who walled within warm homes may safely
seek your couch at night,
You cannot feel the deathly fear, the wild and
withering affright,
That swept along that broad frontier, like prairie
fires rushing down,
And drove a thousand households there all breathless
to the nearest town!
Their grain in stack or shocked in field, and house
hold goods behind were left,
And. soon by Indian's torch of them were the poor
fugitives bereft.
Their cows and oxen too, were killed, shot down
wherever they were found,
And wantonly were left to rot where'er they fell,
upon the ground.
Day after day the Indians swarmed and dogged our
little party's track,
And at Birch Coolie in the night at last they ventured
to attack.
But they were met by storms of balls that stretched
their warriors in the dew,
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And though they were a thousand strong yet durst
not charge upon those few !
All the next day they prowled around that little hand
ful of brave men,
While from behind each clump of grass their rifles
echoed through the glen.
And all next night they hugged the camp and kept
their guns at steady play,
Ashamed and maddened that so few could keep
their thousand braves at bay!
And once that night with wild war whoop the Indians
to their feet did bound
And rushed upon the rifle pits the whites had dug
in circle round.
But they were met with laughs of scorn and such
a murderous storm of lead
That in a moment all the field was thickly spotted
with their dead.
Next morn some reinforcements came, the Indians
fled and were pursued,
And all along their bloody trail their wounded warriors
were strewed.
Two days they fled and on the third at Eed Wood
Lake they made a stand,
For LITTLE CROW* had joined them there with all
the warriors of his band.
*The chief of the Sioux.
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Three thousand stalwart Indian braves against five
hundred of our men,*
But yet so burned their hearts with rage they took
no thought of numbers then.
At early morn, ere yet the sky was streaked with
red, the fight begun,
And oh ! it proved to those vain Sioux a most disast
rous, bloody one.
Pierce as a tiger HARRY fought, and though the
bullets whistled shrill,
'T\vas mere child's play to one who 'd faced the rain
of death at Malvern Hill.
With glaring eyes he M watch to see some skulking
Indian show his head,
Then lightning like his " Spencer1' roared and straight
the vengeful bullet sped !
Oft he and DARLING, side by side, would rush upon
some red skinned crowd,
And "Biting Betty's" ringing roar would rise above
the conflict loud.
Then crash of skulls and scattered brains, terrific yells
and hasty flight,
Would tell at once where those two men in fearful
earnest waged the fight.
For half a day the conflict raged, then LITTLE CROW
in 'error fled,
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But left behind him on the field vast numbers of
his warriors dead.
Brave MARSHAL, straight upon their camps, rushed on
his men that very night,
Four hundred prisoners he took and put the rest
again to flight.
Of all the battles through the State I would I had
the time to tell,
How STROUT and his heroic boys at Acton thrashed
the murderers well,
Or give a record of the names of those who perished
in the strife,
Like Captain MARSH, who was among the earliest
ones to lose his life.
Or tell of Abercrombie's siege, where many an Indian
bit the dust,
And thus to vengeance paid the price of all his mur
ders and his lust!
Suffice to say the Indians fled before the whites'
avenging hands,
And o'er Dacotah's treeless plains were soon dispersed
in little bands.
Where, ere a fortnight more had passed, old Biting
Betty's sulphurous breath
Had stretched rebellious LITTLE CROW forever stiff
and stark in death !
PART TWENTY-FIRST.
EVENTS PEOM AUGUST 1862 TO NOVEMBER 1863 -DEATH
OP GAFFEE AT THE BATTLE OF C HAN TILL Y—HAEEY AT
ANTIETAM-UNCLE DAELING'S LETTEE TO HAEET-EE
BELIEVES MANOMIN TO BE DEAD-EAEEY'S DESPAIR —
HE DETEEMINES TO THEOW AWAY HIS LIFE IN BATTLE -
HIS EECKLESS FIGHTING AT FEEDEEICXSBUEG, CHAN-
CELLOEVILLE AND GETTYSBUEG-BATTLE OF LOOK OUT
MOUNTAIN-HAEEY SHOT -HIS FAEEWELL TO EAETH,
a huge old moss-grown rock that heaved its
shoulders high and brown
On Minnetonka's* quiet shore two swarthy men were
sitting down.
The eldest looking one had passed, bv some few
years, the prime of life,
But round, unwrinkled, only seemed to have been
toughened by its strife.
The gathering " crows' feet " round his eyes, the
drifts of silver through his hair,
*Minnetonka is the large and beautiful lake near St. Paul that forms the
headwaters of Minnfliaha Falls.
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Were nearly all the outward signs he gave of all
his years of wear.
His was a sunny, genial face, lit up by eyes of
gentle blue,
That beamed so kindly when at peace, but when
aroused would flash you through.
He was a tall, athletic man, broad-shouldered, power
ful and straight,
And when he walked displayed great ease and natural
gracefulness of gait.
The other was a youthful man, with earnest, truthful,
large blue eyes,
Round limbed, well built, compact and strong, of some
what more than medium size.
His rich brown hair curled closely round a finely
shaped, well balanced head,
And through the russet of his cheeks there glowed a
healthful tinge of red.
He wore the jaunty army cap, his clothes, too, were
the army blue,
He was as trim a soldier lad as e'er Columbia's
armies knew.
But through the sunshine of his face there crept a
shadow of distress,
Bespeaking some sharp inward grief which he seemed
striving to repress.
With heavy rifles both were armed and both looked
weary and way-worn ;
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The garments of the elder one were somewhat tat
tered, too, and torn —
"Well, HARRY," said the elder man, "'tis time that
1 was toddling back;
Your furlough's up, you've got to go, but I kin
foller on their track.
I reckon that atween us both, from fust to last, we
must have laid
A hundred of the cusses out. At that last fight
the way we made
The fur fly from their pesky hides I tell you now
want noways slow;
But come, my boy, give us yer hand, the sun is high
and I must go.
Tf no durned redskin gets my scalp I '11 write ye
quick as I git back,
Fer may be I kin find some clue to put me on
MANOMIN'S track,
Fer, by old Goshen, I'll be durned ef I dont think
she 's all right yit,
So don't look on the shaddery side, but brighten up
your heart a bit.
I reckon it'll all come right, eft don't no use to
whine or sigh —
Take care yerself, old fellow, now, God bless you,
boy, good bye .' good bye ! "
They wrung each others hands and spoke once more
affectionate good byes,
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Then turned, and as they walked on, brushed the
shining- tear drops from their eyes.
Now southward HARRY'S face was set, but oh, with
what distress of mind,
His only joy the lingering hope that Uncle DARLING
yet might find
MANOMIN somewhere, sound and well, and she might
be preserved for him,
Though 'mid his sorrow's surging waves this little
light of hope burned dim.
He weighed the chances o'er and o'er and sorrow
fully shook his head,
" Oh no, she could not have escaped, she surely,
surely must be dead ! "
Long time in silent thought he walked and just as
St. Paul's spires gleamed
Full on his soul some inward joy some deep and
quickening' pleasure seemed
To light his face with radiant glow — "Ah yes, my
GAFFER, why, oh why
Did I not think of thee before? thou link between
the earth and sky !
Thou path by which celestial feet descend to loved
ones here below,
God speed my journey to thy tent; the truth at last
I then shall know!"
Poor HARRY ! he had yet to learn that there was
still for him in store
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Another pang of poignant grief, a world of bitter
trouble more!
For, in his absence many a field had by our " boys
in blue" been won,
And many a grand, heroic deed at cost of precious
lives been done.
GAFFER, his friend and tent-mate, he, who loved him
as he loved his life,
At wild Chantilly's crimsoned field had fallen in the
fearful strife*
Tie was a color bearer there and in the thickest of
the fray
His flag defiantly was borne ; he fell just as we won
the day.
The losses on that hard fought field the country will
remember well,
For there PHIL KEARNEY, dashing PHIL, and brave,
impetuous STEVENS fell.
And many and many a soldier boy, dear to some
heart in this broad land,
Came to his death in valorous strife to stay the sweep
of treason's hand.
When HARRY reached the front at last, one clear,
serene September day,
'Twas but to take his place at once in line of battle's
dread array.
Yet dread no longer unto him; for death's menace
he little cared,
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Since there had not on all the earth one loving heart
to him been spared.
And so he begged for GAFFER'S place and through
Antietam's* bloody fray
He bore the flag with flashing eyes till our brave
boys had won the day.
Wherever fiercest raged the fight, wherever fastest
fell the brave,
There, high above the flame and smoke was HARRY'S
banner sure to wave,
But still amid that fearful rain of cannon shot and
shell and ball
Death mocked him, like a coy coquette, scarce vent
uring near him through it all.
Three months sped on ; our army lay along the Rap-
pahannock's banks,
Waiting to hurl its strength once more against fell
treason's bristling ranks.
Waiting to give, in freedom's cause, once more a
harvest of brave lives;
Lives dear to many darkened hearths, lives dear to
many anxious wives.
And there to HARRY came, one morn, the letter he
so long had prayed,
Yet now its privacy he felt scarce strength of pur
pose to invade.
*The battle of Chantilly wag fought Sept. 1st and Antietam Sept. 5th 1862.
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Oh, how the frost fell on his heart as this short
sentence sharp he read:
" I Ve sarched the woods and from the signs conclude
MANOMIN must be dead!"
His brain swam wildly and all earth seemed spinning
giddily around;
Convulsively he clutched at space, then reeled and
fell upon the ground.
He 'd wandered off into a grove ere he had ventured
to unseal
His letter, that no one should see what his emotions
might reveal.
He did not faint, but nearly so ; his heart grew cold
and numb and still,
His nerves seemed palsied and divorced from their
allegiance to his will.
But by and by his paleness fled, once more his cheeks
their color knew,
And with his heart's pain in his eyes he read the
dreadful letter through :
"We 're back again, all safe and sound, cleaned out,
but glad it is no wus,
I do not think the redskins come much nearer than
your place to us.
They thar sheered off and went around and struck
the prairie way below
That Dutchman's claim at Maple Lake, and tuk the
'"old trail'" road, I know;
And consequently nary house jest hereabout 'cept
yourn was burned,
Though, blast their hides, they've done too much to
make me love them, I'll be durnedj
I went across to your old place to see if I could
get some clue,
Some sign that daylight might reveal, of whar that
gal of yourn went tu.
The house and stable both are burnt; oh 'tis too
cussed bad I swear,
I tell you now, my dander riz at thoughts of what
last happened there!
Now, HARRY, comes the painful part ; the hope I had
has now quite fled;
I 've sarched the woods and from the signs conclude
MANOMIN must be dead !
I found some bones picked clean and bare, some small
leg bones, a hand and head,
And buried them down by the brook; oh yes, I'm
sure the gal is dead."
Thus fell his last remaining hope and he determined
in his mind,
If rebel balls would only strike, he would not long
remain behind!
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Next morning he was put to test: three times the
engineers had tried
To make the string of pontoons fast across upon the
other side.
But rebel rifles raining death, from Kappahannock's
southern bank,
Had so appalled this corps of men that from the
bloody task they shrank.
Then eight brave fellows volunteered and HARRY
was among the eight;
Across the stream in open boat defiantly they paddled
straight.
Now one, now two, now three went down, ere they
had reached the sheltering shore,
But quickly finishing their work the eager men be
gan to pour
In living streams across the bridge, and mounting
rapidly the hill
Instinctively deployed in line, and charged the earth
works with a will!
Then earnestly the fight began, far up and down
that river's shore
Was one vast sea of rushing men, and cheer and
flash, and smoke and roar!
And recklessly did HARRY fight; rushing where
thickest fell the shot,
And though he envied all who fell and courted death,
he found it not!
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Then furiously he charged the guns and fought the
gunners, hand to hand,
Yet still he fell not but was dragged away by one
of his command.
For, all the valor of our men the bloody field had
failed to gain ;
"Fall back, fall back" the trumpets blew; five thou
sand lives were lost in vain!
Five thousand lives ! and for each one some living
heart would shriek in pain,
Yet HARRY lived who thought that none were left to
mourn had he been slain.
Our army then re-crossed the stream, whipped by
bad generalship alone,
For, by the men in no fight yet was more determined
valor shown.
Then came a blank of five long months, five wretched
months of fear and doubt,
When grave men shook their heads and said, " God
only knows how 'twill come out ! "
Then in the balmy month of May, in two commands,
at dead of night,
Our army crossed that stream once more, a second
time renewed the fight.
Two piteous days, of fearful strife, two harvest days
for reaper Death,
Who held high revelry amid that smoking battle's
sulphurous breath;
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Two days of seconds measured oft' by drops of blood,
from hearts that beat
The last life throbs of dying men, and then — what
then? one more defeat!!
Right gallantly each soldier fought, and HARRY, in
brave BIRNEY'S corps,
There on that field of Chaneellorville outdid ail deeds
he 'd done before !
When STONEWALL JACKSON'S furious men came sweep
ing down upon their flank
How lightning like his rifle flashed; and many a
headlong rebel sank
Forever down, to rise no more, before its withering,
upas breath,
His treason thus, in some small sense, made dimmer
by the sponge of death!
But HARRY lived to fight again ; and soon at Gettys
burg he lay
In line with BARNUM'S* Empire boys, keeping the
rebel ranks at bay!
A July's sun hung overhead, blistering the very
earth beneath,
Tinging with red the battle's smoke that rose in many
a graceful wreath,
As if to twine about the brows of patriot spirits, as
they rose
* General HENRY A. BABNUM of Syracuse, N. Y., then Colonel of tins
449th N, Y. Vola., raised in central N«w York.
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£
At every battle throb from where their bodies lay
in deaths repose!
For three long days the air was thick with viewless
messengers of death,
And heavy with the voided grime of half a thousand
cannons' breath !
And every second men went down beneath that rain
of shot and shell,
And all about where HARRY stood, his comrades every
moment fell.
Yet not a hair of him was touched, for him no fatal
missile sped,
He stood upon enchanted ground between the living
and the dead !
With glorious victory was crowned this last, fierce
effort of our boys,
And Independence Day * imbued with fresher cause
for annual joys.
Not all the laurel wreaths that hung about the mem'-
ries of that field,
Could unto HARRY'S mourning heart one throb of
pleased emotion yield !
And now how burdensome was life, as idle days went
shuffling by;
He only seemed to live but when in battlers front he
sought to die !
* The battle of Gettysburg and the siege of Yicksburg came to a triumpbr-
ant conclusion on July 4th 1863.
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But by and by an order came, and to the West he
was transferred,
And heartily he prayed that now the boon he craved
might be conferred!
November's morn was clear and chill and Lookout
Mountain's base was blue
With old Potomac's veteran boys, led on by gallant
HOOKER, true.
Three battle lines extended up the rough declivity
to where
A long, high pallisade of rock frowned grimly down
in silence there.
The Hundred Forty-Ninth New York, by gallant
BARNUM swiftly led,
Around the shoulder of the hill dashed on with free
and careless tread.
And from the rifle pits, like bees, they drove the
rebels quickly out,
Then rushing up the rocky steep chargea on the
batteries with a shout!
They snatched five rebel ensigns down and captured
prisoners in crowds,
While proudly o'er the rebel works their colors
streamed, above the clouds!
And where was HARRY while that storm of shrieking
shot and screaming shell,
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Of rifle balls and sweeping- grape, all round those
veteran columns fell?
With blazing eyes and throbbing heart and firm set
teeth and flowing hair
He bore, bare-headed, up the steep his country's
dear old banner there !
He was the first to reach and plant his flag upon the
mountain's crown,
And as he swung his cap and cheered a lingering
rebel shot him down !
His comrades gathered quickly round and tenderly
they raised his head —
" Oh sergeant, lift me to my feet, help me stand up,"
he faintly said;
" Oh boys, this is a glorious morn ! Away on Mission
Ridge now shines
Our country's banner in the sun, and gleam our long
victorious lines !
And here we are on Lookout's crown; below a mist
the view enshrouds;
Oh, God ! I thank thee for this death, in triumph
here above the clouds !
Oh, sergeant, I shall soon be gone; I soon shall
know a glorious birth ;
Then raise me up a little more and let me bid fare
well to earth !
Dear mother earth, I loved thee once ; thy roughest
features once lo me
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Were lines of loveliness, but now I joy, old earth,
at leaving thee !
For many and many a month, dear earth, I've
walked thy bosom in despair!
But now, oh, God be praised, old earth, I 'm going
where my loved ones are !
Oh, sergeant, see those shining forms, my sister,
mother, father too,
And thousands more I do not know; wait, wait,
I'm coming unto you!
Oh, comrades, let my grave be made above the clouds
up here in light!
Goodbye, old earth — oh, boys, good bye — now lay
me down — oh, world, good night!1'
PART TWENTY-SECOND.
THE SAVIOR AND THE SAVED -AN INDIAN LOVER -THE
CANOE JOURNEY OF TWO HUNDRED MILES -THE INDIAN
VILLAQE AT LEECH LAKE -MANOMIN'S WRETCHEDNESS
AND DESPAIR-MORE HEARTACHES THAN ONE,
let us turn to that sad night — that night that
HARRY clambered down
'Mid heart-felt welcomes from the coach, at Douglas
County^s county-town.
The day had been a sultry one and round and red
the sun had set,
And RICHARD wiped his brow and said: "To-morrow
will be hotter yet."
All day among his bending grain most resolutely he
had swung
His heavy cradle, without rest, excepting when the
whetstone rung
Its sonorous peans on his scythe, saying as plain as
tongue could say:
" To work, to work, oh idlers all, be of some use in
this your day!"
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Across Lake Ida's surface lay the golden tresses of
the sun;
But shortening fast with every pulse, they vanished,
and the day was done.
With every outward door swung back no panel barred
the threshold, wide,
Of KICHARD'S dwelling, or shut out the glimpse of
happy life inside.
The evening rneal was long since o'er, and every
trace of it put by,
And all the household gathered round without one
cloud upon the sky,
The social sky, of their bright world, which goes to
prove, despite the din
Of brimstone clergy, heaven is found, and only to be
found, within.
There is not, neither can there be, in space's vast
dominion, wide,
An outward cause to curse the soul — its heaven or
hell must spring inside.
While innocently thus they sat, not dreaming aught
of harm was nigh,
Toward the house six painted Sioux were creeping
stealthily and sly.
Then sudden as the lightning's stroke there was a
blinding flash and roar,
And EICHARD THORNTON headlong plunged, a bleed
ing corpse upon the floor!
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With fury flashing from her eyes MANOMIN sprang
and seized her gun:
Another roar and she, too, fell as murdered EICHARD
had just done.
They then with hellish leisure, next, shot ESTHER
and her father down,
And stabbed the child and cut her throat and snatched
a trophy from her crown.
For whisky they then searched and searched, and
finding none they stripped the dead
And gashed them horribly, and nailed against the
wall the old man's head!
"While they were rumaging the house, ransacking all
the rooms overhead,
MANOMIN dragged herself away, for though shot
through she was not dead.
Her absence they discovered soon and forth they fared
to bring her back,
"Hush! hark!" and quick as cats they crouch and
creep along the forest track.
'Twas HARRY'S party drawing near, and stimulated
by their hate
The Indians rushed to take more blood, but quickly
met a murderer's fate.
PEWAUBEC, son of BIG DOG* had encamped that
night on Ida's shore,
* Chief of the Leech Lake Band of Ojibwaya.
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And as he walked toward the house was checked by
the first rifle roar,
And crouching down behind some brush he lay and
saw with inward pain,
The hellish deeds which he well knew he had no
power to restrain.
For had he been discovered there their frenzied joy
had passed belief ;
Earth has no glory for a Sioux like scalping an
Ojibway chief!
When they went stealing off to meet the little party
in the wood
He rushed up to the house to see if he could yet
do any good.
The ghastly sight that met his eyes at once assured
him all was o1er,
When from the brush along the bluff that ran close
by the kitchen door
He heard a groan, and thinking first it might be some
Dacotah* snare,
He cautiously approached the spot ; but 'twas MANO-
MIN lying there!
MANOMIN! how his throbbing heart sent the blood
spinning to his head —
He raised her as he would a child and toward the
lake with rapid tread
* Another name for the Sioux
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He bore her tenderly, and laid her down upon a
bed of furs
In his canoe, and speedily from its beach moorings
loosened hers.
Together then, with moose-wood line, the two canoes
he quickly tied,
And soon the savior and the saved were gliding o'er
the waters wide !
When in the brush MANOMIN fell external conscious
ness had fled,
And now, as it came struggling back, she gazed upon
the stars overhead,
And tried to summon the events of the past hour,
but the pain
That darted through her, as she stirred, induced un
consciousness again.
There was a long- point making out from Ida's
timbered, eastern shore,
Due northward from the dwelling house and distant
half a mile or more;
And when PEWAUBEC rounded this he turned his
course toward the land,
And in a quiet little nook he drew the boats upon
the strand.
Then with a woman's tenderness, softly and carefully
did he
Lift up MANOMIN, couch and all, and place her under
neath a tree.
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He plucked some <;balm of Gilead*" leaves arid
bruising them expressed the juice
Which, in a curious birchen dish, he set one side
for further use.
He then undid a roll of things f and drawing forth
a linen sack
Tore off some bandages and put with care the precious
remnant back.
A small bright fire next he built near by his patient
on the ground,
Then with his hunting knife removed the garments
from about the wound.
The second sternal bone was pierced and after tra
versing a line
Descending and a little curved, the bullet issued
near the spine.
That it was a most dangerous hurt PEWAUBEO felt
quite well assured,
*The balm of Gilead tree with its odorous, healing foliage grows pro
fusely on the shores of Lake Ida, in Douglas County, Minn.
•{-The Minnesota Ojibway Indians — or Chippeways as they are sometimes
called — always make their excursions in summer time in light birch bark
canoes, and never set out from home without first making up a bundle of
things, among which will be found some clean empty linen bags to get meal,
flour, salt, or any such article, from the settlers when they reach the settle
ments. PEWAUBEC — whose name signifies iron — was the only son of Bio
DOG, the chief of the Leech Lake Ojibways. Leech Lake was distant about
two hundred miles from THORNTON'S house on Lake Ida, due north, and the
numerous lakes between Ida and Leech Lake are all strung together by
connecting streams. ram
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And fruitful of sharp, shooting pains, and difficult
of being cured.
He bathed it tenderly and dropped some clean bear's
oil within the wound,
And pouring in some balm he wrapped his bandages
quite tight around
Her bust entire, and then placed her gently in the
boat once more,
Pushed off, and all that night he plied, without one
resting spell, his oar.
When consciousness returned again MANOMIN lay
some little time,
Perplexed to know if she was still on earth or in
some happier clime.
Her ears were filled with songs of birds ! how clear
and soft and sweet the air!
"While she was gently, gently swung within some
fairy bower there.
All round her fragrant foliage hung, softening the
percolating light;
Oh, had she then in truth passed through death's
dismal, rayless vale of night?
If so, where were the radiant ones she fondly hoped
would meet her there?
She listened, but no life but bird's was there apparent
anywhere.
She turned her head : " Why, how is this ? I 'm lying
in a boat, I see,
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And on some stream, but moored beneath this low,
thick overhanging tree.
Now I remember! oh, my God! my mem'ry serves
me but too well !
So vividly that fearful scene, of where poor father
THORNTON fell,
Cruelly murdered, who, good man, had never wronged
a being yet,
Deep in the marrow of my brain is stamped, I never
can forget !
But I was shot, what more was done, oh God, too
surely I might know,
All. murdered without doubt, but then how came I
here in this canoe ?
This is no vile Dacotah's boat! Oh heav'ns, how
fiercely through my heart
Bushed all my wild Ojibway blood when forth those
dogs of Sioux did start !
'But I am rescued ! and I know this is the chemon*
of a chief;
And my glad heart cries out " megwitchl f " to him
who came to my relief.
For oh, I do not want to die until one loving arm,
I know,
Shall clasp me round and one dear head bend o'er me
lovingly and low!"
* Canoe. f Thanks!
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Her further meditations here were broken by a rifle
shot,
So near and clear it made her start, and for an
instant she forgot
That she was on Ojibway ground, moored in an ob
scure, quiet stream,
And without meaning it she gave a half suppressed,
sharp, nervous scream.
There was a sound of bounding feet, a strong, swift
rushing through the wood,
The branches o'er her swung apart, and gazing through
PEWAUBEC stood !
She raised her hand but could not speak, but elo
quently her dark eyes
Poured forth her soul's deep gratitude, not tricked
in affectation's guise,
But springing pure and unalloyed from out her being's
inmost seat,
Fell on PEWAUBECT s thirsty soul like floods of heaven's
nectar, sweet.
" You must not move or speak," he said ; " I Ve killed
a partridge and will soon
Prepare some broth that you may dine, for by the sun
'tis nearly noon."
He shut the branches and was gone and as his foot
fall died away
She closed her eyes and thought how much she'd
reason to thank God that day.
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PEWAUBEC had prepared his camp down near the
lake's white, wave- washed shore ;
From where MANOMIN'S boat was moored 'twas
distant twenty rods or more.
For here was water to be had and plenty of dry
driftwood, too,
Besides, an Indian always lies, if traveling in 't, near
his canoe.
With careful hand PEWAUBEC cleaned his partridge,
and the breast, quite fine
Chopped up with his sharp hunting knife, upon a
trencher of white pine.
All of the pieces of the bird into the kettle, scoured
bright,
He put, with water and with salt, then rubbed his
kindling wood alight,
And as the fragrant steam arose, a spoon he fashioned,
neat and small,
Of fine grained, delicate white ash for her to eat her
broth withal.
You should have seen him as he stood up to his
middle in the brook,
Feeding MANOMIN tenderly, a lover's fondness in
his look.
A lover's ! ah, poor dusky child ! chief, and a proud
one, though you be,
Although that maiden bears thy blood her love stoops
not to such as thee !
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Between the one who holds her heart and thy grave
nations loftiest chief
A chasm yawns which all your love could never bridge,
in her belief.
Two weeks and more with watchful care PEWAUBEC
plied his busy oar,
Until the wigwams of his tribe loomed up, one morn
on Leech Lake's shore.
With thick leaved boughs he 'd canopied the boat
wherein MANOMIN lay,
So closely woven as to turn the burning sunlight all
away.
And over this, on rainy days long rolls of birchen
bark he drew,
Also at night that her fair face might not be wetted
with the dew.
Each night he bathed and dressed her wound with
that fine delicacy and care
That marks the truly gentle heart, and is so winning
and so rare !
He had forbidden her to speak so long as her pierced
lung felt sore,
Therefore no word did they exchange in all that four
teen days and more.
His gun and fish spear yielded them a sure subsistence
every day.
While luscious berries and wild plums were found
abundant on the way.
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And thus a fortnight flitted on, until, as I have said
before,
The wigwams of his tribe loomed up one grateful
morn on Leech Lakers shore.
While yet far out upon the lake sharp eyes his coming
had descried,
And that an object strange he towed had quite as
quickly been espied ;
Out from that depth of giant pines the curious crowds
came swarming down.
Along the gracefully curved beach and round the
moorings of the town.
From little bays along the shore and every reedy
nook and brake
Loaded canoes shot thickly forth to meet the young
chief on the lake.
In hurried sentences he told the foremost ones what
had occurred,
And bade them turn their boats about and tell those
coming what they'd heard,
Then to the village hasten back and have an easy
litter made,
Whereon in comfort might be borne the weary, wasted,
wounded maid,
And have his wigwam cleared and cleaned, and with
new mats the roof repaired,
Make ready some clean bandages and have some
cordials prepared.
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His orders strictly were obeyed and soon MANOMIN'S
weary head
Pressed in deep rest and gratefulness the downy
pillows of her bed.
Eight glad was she that her own sex her wants
henceforward would attend.
And speedily beneath their care her fearful wound
began to mend.
How fared it with PEWAUBEO now? Long, solitary
walks he M take,
Or all alone in his canoe would often row far down
the lake.
Within the garden of his heart, way down the long-
ago, had sprung
Beneath MANOMIN'S winsome ways, and the sweet
prattle of her tongue,
The hardy, climbing plant of love; and as it once
sought to entwine,
In after years, about her heart a frost pinched back
the venturous vine ;
A frost of dignified rebuke, a frost almost as keen
as scorn
Out back the plant upon his heart, with many a
lacerating thorn.
For though this plant bears sweetest flowers whilb
'neath requited lore it grows,
Yet beaten down, its thorns become sharper than those
which guard the rose.
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And at that time she had not given to HARRY THORN
TON the rich flower
Of her young love, which bloomed unseen within her
spirit's inmost bower.
But now, that their two lives were knit together like
a warp and woof
How could PEWAUBEC cherish hope ? What could he
do but stand aloof?
But stand aloof and wait, and wait, with face so calm
she would not guess
Beneath his calmness writhed a heart in fearful
spasms of distress.
He so determined, and each day would take his stand
beside her bed,
Give her condolence o'er her grief and point to brighter
skies ahead.
Reminding- her of coming joys, when war should
loose its crimson clutch
Upon the gallant soldier lad by whom she was beloved
so much ;
And sing Ojibway songs to her, and daily thus per
formed his part
So well, MANOMIN never dreamed that love for her
gnawed at his heart.
The ground was whitening o'er with snow, which
lodging on the evergreen
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That garlanded those druid pines, made up a rare
and gorgeous scene.
MANOMIN daily gained in strength, and on this day
essayed to write
To HARRY, a concise account of all that happened
on that night —
That fearful night the murdering Sioux shot down
her dear ones in cold blood,
And how PEWAUBEC saved and bore her o'er two
hundred miles of flood.
She sent her letter to Crow Wing whence it was
posted on its way,
But never came to HARRY'S hand and never has,
unto this day.
The winter passed and with light feet came tripping
in the balmy hours,
With wreaths of sunbeams round their heads and
clothed in odors of sweet flowers.
Now every day, returning home, came Indians, singly
and in crews,
Who had been trapping down below, with fragmentary
bits of news.
MANOMIN learned the house was burned and all the
settlers had fled,
" Two men were shot down in the woods close by to
THORNTON'S house," they said,
" That very night," and then the thought, swifter than
lightning through her thrilled —
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" We looked for HARRY at that time ; it must have
been that he was killed!
" Oh, yes, it surely must have been, for now His
seven months, and more,
Since I last wrote, and if alive he would have ans
wered long before;
Who could the other one have been ? Poor Uncle
DARLING, I Ve no doubt —
What would T not most gladly give to find this matter
truly out?"
About a fortnight after this the trader at that post
came back;
He M been as far down as St. Cloud, and had some
papers in his pack.
He sunned away MANOMIN'S fears, assured her DARL
ING was all right,
That he and HARRY killed six Sioux near THORNTON'S
house that awful night:
That DARLING had been over there and "ransacked
all around," he said,
And wrote to HARRY that he thought "from all the
signs, you must be dead."
"And when I told him differently you should have
seen the man1s delight,
He clapped his hands and danced and laughed, and
wrote to HARRY that same night.
I saw the broad grave in his yard where all the
THORNTONS are interred.
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ED. WRIGHT and AUSTIN are the ones about whose
killing you have heard.""
He told her of the different fights and "in them,"
Uncle DARLING said,
"I reckon me and HARRY knocked a hundred red
skins on the head ! "
" He is the only man but one who has yet ventured
home again,
And when I left, ten days ago, he was just dragging
in his grain.
Here are some papers I have brought, I think you '11
find some news in them ;
I see old GAFFER has been killed, that most mys
terious of men.
And Uncle DARLING bade me say, although as yet,
no single word,
Since they had parted near St. Paul, from soldier
HARRY he had heard,
Yet he was feeding on the hope of letters coming
every day,
And the first one that he received he M forward to
you, right away.
But in the mean time while it seems as everything
was upside down,
He thinks you 'd find no safer place than in this
little Indian town."
So thought MANOMIN and remained, and as those
long, long weeks went by,
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And brought no word from him she loved how oft
sheM steal away and cry.
Often and often she had writ and why unanswered
could not tell —
So powerless all her efforts were to break or pierce
the mystic spell
That seemed surrounding her like brass; what was
it? could it then be fate?
She would not grant it and resolved to curb her
swelling soul and wait!
Wait with a quiet placid front while hope grew sick
within her heart,
And nervous, gloomy fear usurped its chamber, and
would not depart.
So sped the summer months away, and saucy autumn,
bold and brown,
Scattering its coin of golden leaves laughed gaily
through that Indian town.
The blackbirds sang their farewell notes, the lingering
loons' adieus were heard,
And early snows on tiptoe came and yet from Mm
no word J no word !
And in the stillness of the night, when she should
long have been asleep,
She 'd turn her face toward the wall and wring her
hands and weep and weep!
And often through the day forget to play her calm,
impassioned part,
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And shadows, rising to her face, betrayed the dark
ness of her heart.
PEWAUBEC grieved for her but thought if there were
deeper depths of woe
Than hope deferred, to wring the soul, that sharper
pang was his to know.
Poor lonesome, wretched, heart-sick girl, how can my
feeble pen, unskilled,
Portray her desolation when she learned her lover
had been killed?
PART TWENTY-THIRD.
HAEEY KECOVEKS-IS PKOMOTED-THE AEMT AT LOST
MOUNTAIN -HAEEY EELATES THE EXPERIENCE OF HIS
TEANCE-WHAT HE SAW IN THE SUMMEE LAND -THE
FOUNDLING; HOUSE AND OHILDEEN'S PLAT GEOUND-A
LECTUEE IN A CELESTIAL TEMPLE -THE BATTLE PEAL
-"FALL IN! FALL DTI"
here that stretcher ! lively, boys ! there 's
much to do,1' the surgeon said,
" This lad, though very badly hurt, has only swooned,
he is not dead!"
They lifted up the wounded one and bore him tender
ly away,
And in a state of syncope for days and days poor
HARRY lay.
The rueful, chilly weeks went by, now white with
January's snow,
Now dripping with the rains of March, now radiant
with the lovely glow
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Of May's sweet presence, young and fair, then re
dolent and all atune
With glorious rose-breath, and the soft, sweet voices
of the birds of June.
And day by day and week by week did HARRY'S sun
of health arise,
And rosier grew his ashen cheek and warmer glowed
his kindling eyes;
And soon at war's hot, flaming forge, with cheerful
heart and willing hand,
Freedom's bold, skilful artisan, once more he nobly
took his stand.
But now no knapsack weighed him down, he grasped
his gleaming gun no more,
A captain HARRY had been made and pistols and a
sword he wore.
Around " Lost Mountain's " rocky base, at close of
one warm summer day,
Far down in Georgia, SHERMAN'S hosts ready for
battle grimly lay.
The soft, round moon was climbing up the airy stair
case of the skies,
And quiet, dreamy stars looked down as peacefully
as angels' eyes.
The surgeon sat in HARRY'S tent watching the moon
beams as they played
Among the rows of arms astack, when, turning sud
denly, he said: —
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"I say, my boy, tell us the tale you've often promis
ed to, some day,
Of what befell you in the while that you at death's
dark doorway lay;
Procrastination is a thief that filches time, is truly
said,
So if you feel in trim to-night to spin the yarn,
just heave ahead!"
"Most willingly I will, my friend, and 'tis a curious
tale, forsooth,
Though valuable the more to you, who will be sure it
is the truth:
After I bade adieu to earth a heavy, drowsy feeling
stole
All through my being's avenues, and seemed to seize
my very soul.
The mellow, rosy light grew dark, my dear ones'
faces fled my sight,
And I seemed stranded, for a space, upon the death-
lashed shores of night.
But gradually the light returned, again my dear ones
gathered round,
And loving lips were pressed to mine and tender arms
were softly wound
Around me in a close embrace, and fairy fingers
smoothed my hair,
But she, whom I had died to see — heart of my heart !
— she was not there !
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As when, the heary midnight air, a flash of lightningf
swiftly cleaves
And then the great, unmeasured void in deeper,
thicker darkness leaves,
Sor like a sword, this keen truth cut my spirit to its
very core,
And left behind it a deep sting, far sharper than
I'd felt before.
A deep, humiliating sense of how perversely I had
tried
To rend this robe of flesh away without resort to
suicide
Burned like a coal within my breast, and made me
long for earth again
To bide my fuller time ; but oh, I thought this hope
was all in vain!
My guardians had perceived my thoughts, and that I
stood there self accused,
Ashamed and saddened that God's love I had so
foolishly abused
As to grow restive 'neath events Time's onward
sweep had brought about,
And, like a wayward, fretful child, from life's great
schoolroom had rushed out!
Then drawing near they gently said: '"'Tis well
your monitor reproves
Your headlong haste to wrench away your chains of
flesh, and it behoves
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You well to listen to its voice, and by the memory
of your pain
Determine not strive against its plain admonishment*
again.
Know, then, your body is not dead, and soon again
you will resume
Its dark habiliments, and all its obligations re-as
sume.
She, whom you yearned for, is not here; it is not
ours to tell you more ;
For doubts, uncertainties, mishaps are given to your
earthly shore
For you to battle with and solve, endure and yet
again endure;
They are the em'ry wheels of life that keep your
spirits bright and pure.1 "
I now looked round me and observed I stood near
where my body fell ;
I saw you feeling of its heart, and most distinctly
heard you tell
The stretcher bearers to make haste, and as they bore
it off, behold!
A long, fine line united us, brighter by far than
burnished gold.
" 'Where'er you go,' " my guardians said, « " this line
will bind you to your form,
And, like the line that keeps the ship fast to the
anchor in the storm,
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Will hold you firmly to the earth, where you must
soon again return,
And for a further space submit the lower laws of
life to learn."'
My friends thronged round me, now, in crowds, and
for a while, bewildered, I
Could only shake their hands and laugh, and laugh
and shake their hands and cry!
I thought I knew what 'twas to feel deep, strong
emotions sweep the heart,
But oh, a sense of that wild joy I know no words
that could impart !
" ' Come,1 " said my guardians, " ' time flies fast with
you, who still are of the earth,
Come, glean awhile in fields of truth; come, gather
gems of royal worth ! ' "
And as through space we sped like light with no
apparent moving cause,
Much did I speculate upon this motion and its source
and laws;
Which when perceived my guardians said, " ' We move
by the same law that you,
When chained to earth with clogs of flesh, tugged at
by gravitation, do.
Whene'er you wish to move about your will says
firmly, " ' go I must?"
And straightway it proceeds to go — dragging about
its load of dust.
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Hast never seen the acrobat, who springs in air and
spins thrice round,
Alighting neatly and exact, square on his feet upon
the ground?
If then his will, with all its load, shall move through
space so free and swift,
Ought not our wills to do much more with no such
weight of flesh to lift?"
We were now passing over groves, and gently-un
dulating hills,
Sweet little nooks, and tinkling brooks, and dancing
waterfalls and rills.
Small lakes, as clear as mirrors turned their flashing
faces toward the sky,
Fringed by tall trees whose trunks appeared like
pillars of rich porphyry.
All of the larger streams were bridged by fairy
structures of one span,
Whose fine material no words I know of could de
scribe to man.
Anon an edifice arose, far more than Babel towering
high,
And stretching on through fields and groves further
than scope of mortal eye.
Its timbers seemed like beams of light, finer than
finest crystal glass ;
Its architectural design the highest mind could not
surpass,
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Neither of earth nor of the skies, "for all the brightest
ones above
Contributed to raise this pile, under the inspiring call
of love, —
Love for the little still-born babes that come, like
spotless flakes of snow,
Each moment from some home of earth, whose darker
life they never know.
Here in this house — their " 'Father's house of many
mansions'" in the skies,
These little throbs of Father God first learn the office
of their eyes —
First learn to be, to act and think, feel that they hold
immortal life;
But those emotions, strong and deep, perfected by
your earthly strife,
They lack, and never will possess ; so envy not their
early birth
Into this life, but rather pray to grow and ripen on
the earth!"
Oh, God! it was a sight to see, from every quarter
of the sky,
The guardian angels flocking in to this great Found
ling House on high !
Each in its bosom bearing up a little palpitating
gem,
But worth, in all its helplessness, more than the richest
diadem !
And this great play-ground of the spheres was all
aflash with childish fun —
Here fair-haired Saxons leaped and played with Afric's
scions of the sun,
And sweet Circassian giris and boys and dark-eyed,
graceful youth of Ind
Mingled their greetings and their games, free and
impartial as the windi
It seemed to me I could have lived forever in that
merry din,
Breathing the pureness of its life, drinking its holy
spirit in.
But my two guardians bade me on, and soon we
reached a radiant wood,
Where, vaster than the ends of earth, an airy, glit
tering temple stood.
" ' Here meet the millions of the world that long ago
have passed away,
The noble, wise and lovely minds — the history-beacons
of their day!
Here are devised the thousand things that mark the
progress of your earth, —
Here locomotives, telegraphs and telescopes sprang
into birth ;
Here all industrial implements, now used by man,
were first bethought;
The secret of the camera was first within this temple
caught;
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And all the rising policies that mark the upward
stride of man,
Up to the present hour of time, here had their rise,
here first began !
Come in the lecture room and hear if there may not
be same wise word,
Some priceless wisdom-gem let drop that will enrich
you to have heard. ' '
They led the way through leagues of aisles, arcades,
rotundas, corridors,
With soft, warm, glowing roofs overhead, beneath,
rich, noiseless amber floors !
Within the auditorium, vaster than earth's blue arch
ing sky,
Where seats, packed full of shining ones, ran round
in ample circles high,
We took our place amid the hosts — both sexes —
gathered there to hear
A treatise on Familiar Things, by teachers from the
Seventh Sphere,
U'I see,' "one of my guardians said, "'your mind
is not exactly clear
On how it happens here should be a lower and a
higher sphere —
On earth the self same law prevails, and spheres are
numerous there as here,
But oft overridden — wealth, sometimes, buyin^, its
owner a false sphere
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There are no riches here except the wealth of wisdom
and of love,
Each soul, unerring, knows its sphere when born into
this life above!'"
He ceased, and then upon my mind the speaker's
thoughts fell clear and bright
" ; Thus have I tried to prove to you that naught
exists except the Right;
Eternal Father God alone fills all the endless realm
of space;
He is an integral of Good — for other Pow'r there
is no place!
There is no special point in space where God is, more
than other where;
Man braves the sea — while strangling him it tells
him plainly, God is there!
He leaps from off a precipice, and by sharp pains,
and broken bones,
Or loss of life, is told, God 's here ! in unmistakably
clear tones, —
Falls into fire, and is taught by the disorganizing
flame
That God is also present there, and is, as everywhere,
the same
Great Living Order of All Things, against whom man
can never sin!
Whose Life is Law — impartial, stem, and knows no
outward^ no within !
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Out from His life the planets sprung, as fruit from life
within the tree,
And planet laws of life have raised up man to im
mortality !
What soul was asked, would it be born? would it be
wakened into life,
To toil and sweat, 'mid doubt and fear to eat the bitter
bread of strife,
Blinded by Priestcraft, robbed by law, taxed by its
rulers for each breath,
Consuming tons and tons of life to be in turn con
sumed by death !
And then, by the ""enlightened world"" when it
has reached this " "far off shore"" (!)
If not immersed, be damned by some, and if immersed
be damned by more!
Law, pitiless, impartial law, moved by the vital force
of God,
Developed Man from forms of life lower than ornament
the sod.
He comes, a puling, helpless babe, that may be barely
said to live,
And how or why he grows and thrives the faintest
reason cannot give.
He grows just as the grasses grow, no special law for
him was made ;
He blooms, decays, he falls and dies, his body in the
earth is laid,
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But he dies not, forevermore — he is the ultimate of
life!
And will for age refine and rise, no matter through
what line of strife
He has fulfilled the mandate, stern, that brought him
on and off the earth,
No matter in what barb'rous age was cast the hour
of his birth;
]STo matter to what creed he clung, or if he clung
to none at all;
No matter whose poor slave he was, or who have
trembled at his call;
He still is G-od's own darling child, the choicest
product of His life,
And though he may for ages show the scars and
bruises of earth's strife,
Yet at the last, refined and bright, his gladdened soul
with joy will rise
And with hosannas unto God march up the causeway
of the skies!
Go bear to all the ends of earth, wherever gropes a
brother man,
And prefer him these living truths, revealments of
the mighty plan.
God raises up no special ones as leaders of the toiling
mass,
All such are ministers of Pride — a worthless, self-
commissioned class
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Who, for the living that they get, load down the mind
with error's chains ;
Cast off these incubii — digest your mental food through
your own brains !
What is a dinner howe'er rich or life sustaining,
worth to you,
To build your wasting form up, which some other
stomach has passed through ?
On all beneath him man refines, and we in turn on
man refine,
The highest working next below, clear up through all
the endless line.
And naught is Wrong and all is Eight " here
rang the trumpets' battle peal,
"Fall in! fall in! steady, my men! Fire!! Now give
them the cold steel ! "
A sad and bloody comment on the pleasant theory
above —
A sharp, hard, argument against the growing potency
of love,
Was the fierce strife of headlong men that woke the
echoes round that hill,
Whose endless, multiplying tongues like screaming
devils screeched, "kill! kill!"
But still it is a truth for all, that will live on and shine
for aye,
When deadly passions long have slept with all the low
things that decay!
PART TWENTY-FOURTH.
SHEEMAN'S CAMPAIGN IN GEOEGIA-FEOM ATLANTA TO
CHATTANOOGA -SHEEMAN'S GEEAT MAECH TO THE SEA—
HAEEY'S LETTEE PEOM SAVANNAH— THE END OF THE
WAE-HAEET'S LAST LETTEE TO MANOMIN-HIS SENTI
MENTS UPON THE ASSASSINATION OF LINCOLN,
hundred days of ceaseless toil, hard marching
over hills and rocks,
Through forests, glades and swamps and streams,
daily administering hard knocks
To treason's groggy, battered crown — more than two
thousand trying hours,
And then our brave boys cried "Hurrah! Atlanta
is forever ours!"
Upon Lost Mountain's rugged steep and rocky Ken-
esaw's high crown,
At Smyrna, Camp-ground, Peach-tree Creek, was
many a gallant life laid down.
But now the rough campaign was o'er, and a brief
period of rest
'Was granted to those faithful boys — our glorious
Army of the West.
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There, after wandering around, from point to point,
and post to post,
For some two hundred days or more, like an unhappy,
restless ghost,
Came Uncle DARLING'S last brief note, informing
HARRY of the place
"Where lived that special presence he loved most of
all the human race.
He dreamed not as he read with joy its rude, rough
characters, that day,
The warm, true heart that coined them was a cold and
lifeless lump of clay.*
His soul brimmed over with delight — he saw the
unborn future's hours
Come tripping up, all wreathed in smiles and crowned
with Hope's most precious flowers.
A constant, true and loving heart still hungered for
him on the earth,
Still hoped and waited, yearned and prayed to be
delivered from its dearth;
Still looked to see some angel hand reach down and
save it from despair; —
The letter HARRY wrote that night was Heaven's
answer to its prayer.
Oh, what a flood of earnest love, long pent within
his swelling soul,
*See the article at the commencement of this volume headed "In
Memoriam."
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Now poured its ardent volume forth along his letter's
lengthy scroll.
He told her all the fearful things that had befallen
since the night,
His reason trembled on its throne in terror at the
dreadful sight
Of mother, father, sister, all he thought that earth
for him held dear
Murdered and mangled horribly, ere he could reach
them though so near.
He told her how he thought her dead, and what a boil
his heart became,
And how he sought her at death's door through every
battle's smoke and flame!
" And when at last that door swung wide and with
swift feet I hurried through,
'Twas but to find a broader gulf was stretched be
tween myself and you ! "
He begged her to go down below ere winter should,
with icy hand,
Palsy the streams, or with huge drifts of blinding
snow blockade the land;
"For if you should not, oh, my own! no word of love,
the winter through,
No word to cheer our waiting hearts can be exchanged
between us two.
Then come below, down to St. Cloud, or better yet,
down to St. Paul,
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And there in patient hope await whatever fortune
may befall
Him whose uncertain pathway lies along war's dan
gerous, lurid track,
Who, having hold of Freedom's plow, until the end,
will not look back.
Enclosed I send you names of friends, some comrades'
families, who live
In good condition at St. Paul and who, I know, will
gladly give
You room and welcome just as long as it may please
you to remain,
So start at once, comedown, come down; pray, let
me not beseech in vain ! "
Savannah's broad and silvan streets were swarming
with our " boys in blue,"
Who said they 'd come from Tennessee because they 'd
nothing else to do!
But on their path full many a heart, unhoused, in
desolation wept —
A track through Georgia, miles in width, with war's
red besom they had swept !
And HARRY, who with all the rest marched from
Atlanta to the sea,
Was writing to MANOMIN there beneath a "Pride-
of-India " tree : —
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"Mr BARLING — since I wrote you last, how have
the fleeting hours sped!
A hundred more historic days down Time's long cor
ridor have fled!
Scarce had I mailed my last to you ere we were up
and in full chase
Of HOOD'S rag'muffins, who compelled our patient
army to retrace
Its footsteps many weary miles, that had been weary
once before,
And traces, all along the route, of many a gallant
action bore.
But not a single murmur rose from all those lines
of noble men;
Oh, if I loved our boys before, I worshipped the dear
fellows then,
Who with bright faces, willing hearts, elastic step
and cheerful shout
Shouldered their muskets, swung their caps and on
that backward march set out.
We followed swiftly, long and. well our nimble and
now cautious foe,
But did not once get near enough to strike the vaga
bonds a blow.
Around old Kenesaw's rough base we lay, when
gallant CORSE'S guns,
From Altoona's Pass poured forth hot iron logic from
their lungs. • . t
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Eight gallantly we strove to reach the rebel rear ere
they withdrew,
Eut getting wind of us, somehow, they raised the
siege and off they flew.
Away to Kingston next we pushed, then onward, fur
ther, marched to Rome,
Then crossed the Ostenaula, still pursuing treasons
flying gnome.
But our light, unencumbered foe kept well ahead of
us, despite
The superhuman speed we made, and could not once
be brought to fight.
Disgusted, we now paused awhile in Chattanooga's
sumptuous vale;
And long, I fear me, will its rich, purse-proud in
habitants bewail
The day their fertile valley shook beneath our army's
heavy tramp ;
Scores of broad fields were quickly turned into one
vast and noisy camp !
"What foraging, for miles around ! what gathering in
of corn and meat !
Right well our army understood the value of good
things to eat!
Nearly two weeks we rested there, recuperating beast
and man,
Then breaking camp and shouldering arms SHERMAN'S
historic march began.*
* SHERMAN'S grout inarch actually commenced from the valley of the
Chattanooga, on the first of November, 1864. See his own official report
on this subject.
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What shall I tell you of that march? There is but
little 1 can say,
As unimpeded we advanced a certain distance every
day.
The greatness of it does not rest on what we did or
how we fared,
But on the deeds we would have done — the unknown
dangers that we dared!
'Tis true we waded streams and swamps, built bridges
and laid corduroys,
But all such things, in times of peace, are common to
our western boys.
Our march was a great gala time, a pic-nic party.
the men said,
And well I warrant me that ne'er were pic-nic
party better fed!
Eggs, ham and bacon, poultry, lambs, butter and
honey, milk and cheese,
Rich golden syrups, apple jams, and all such delica
cies as these,
Including ripe old mellow wines, peach brandy, bour
bons and cigars,
Fit for a prince, nay better yet, fit for the proudest
of the czars,
Were found abundant in each mess o'er nearly all
that lengthy route,
For which we often had to thank our " ' independent
bummer scout/"
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But often, as I lay encamped 'neath the great pines
at close of day,
I thought with pity upon those whom we despoiled
upon the way.
Many a cupboard we left hare, stripped many a smoke
house of its meat,
And many a little one, I fear, will beg in vain
a crust to eat.
Such are the bitter fruits of war ; oh, how I pray
all wars may cease,
And folding up their crimson wings disturb no more
the reign of peace !
I love the grandeur of the scenes each day before us
have been spread,
The rich savannahs, graceful streams and tall pines
chanting overhead,
Which have for centuries shook down their golden
spindles and gray burs
Until it seems as if our feet profaned a soft, rich
robe of furs!
'Tis sad the music of these woods, whose " deep
diapasons " all feel,
Should jar with war's discordant sounds — the hoarse
command and clang of steel —
That now, where ages, solemn hymns have only floated
to the skies,
The bugle's slogan should ascend and smoke from
hostile camps arise !
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Your letter reached me, darling one, and its sad con
tents made me weep;
A little longer, and I hope the sunny hand of joy
will sweep
Those cobwebs of our hearts away, and fill our beings
with delight;
Hold fast your faith, my chastened one, day even now
gleams through our night.
YYe're under marching orders, love; at every halt
I'll write to you,
And mail the letters every time there is a chance to
get them through.
Good bye, my own, and may the powers of earth and
air and heaven, above,
Protect you, shield you, keep you safe, my own, long
suffering, patient love.''
The war was over! yes, oh yes, the wasteful strife
at last was done,
And Treason crushed and Freedom saved ! and still
the "many" were "in one!"*
Four years of devastating war — four years of battle
and of blood —
Eaids, murders, robberies by land and dreadful pira
cies by flood,
Four years of darkness and of doubt, distrust, anxiety
and pain,
*E Plnribus Unum.
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And heart-strings tensioned till it seemed they'd burst
asunder with the strain,
When suddenly, with crushing force, GRANT hurled
his legions on the foe !
Sharp was the struggle, sharp and short, and sudden
treason's overthrow.
.Richmond, was taken, LEE pursued, and soon he
yielded up the sword;
JOHNSON surrendered — peace was gained — oh, peace !
white-robed and blessed word!
Long may our children lisp thy name — palsied the
tongue who'd change thee for
That seething synonym of blood, that word of dread
ful import — WAK.
At Raleigh SHERMAN'S army lay, with fresh gained
laurels round its brow,
Its work was done — most nobly done — 'twas soon to
be disbanded now.
And HARRY'S joy was deep and full, for oh, his
coming bliss was near,
And by his own consent I give his last and joyful
letter here : —
"DEAR MANOMIN — I am writing, calmly as I may,
inditing,
On this lovely May-day morning, underneath a bloom
ing tree,
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While beneath me flowers are springing and above
me birds are singing,
And my heart with joy is brimming, my last letter
unto thee !
Ere this note your hearthstone reaches you will know
all that it teaches —
That " ' our cruel war is over 1 " and rebellion crushed
at last;
While upon Time's certain pinion, from sweet Cupid's
soft dominion,
For us both, my little precious, days of joy are dawn
ing fast.
We are under marching orders — straight across Se-
cessia's borders,
We set out to-morrow morning on our gleeful, home
ward way.
Now there is no foe to harm us, not a danger to
alarm us,
And you 'II feel me nearer, darling, with the ending
of each day,
Until by and by, some morrow, that cold parasite of
sorrow
That has wrapped your heart like net-work, shall un
fold, a blooming vine,
'ISTeath love's psychologic power it shall burst into
full flower
As we kneel together, darling, and are rendered
" * thine-and-mine.' "
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Oh, that day is swiftly looming, I ean see it in the
glooming,
Down the future's murky vista, shooting up a courier
ray;
May its advent, then, be speedy, for our famished
hearts are needy —
Fainting for the rare refreshment to be served them
on that day!
All the blooming woods are ringing with the early
songsters, singing,
Though their music scarce attesteth half theecstacy
they feel
As they revel 'mid the flowers in the warm sunshiny
hours;
So this letter to- you, darling, will not more than half
reveal
All the length and depth of measure of the ocean of
my pleasure
Whose ecstatic, blissful billows in unceasing surges
roll
Through my being, grandly sweeping, then in softer
echoes leaping
"With unnumbered, tender voices through the chambers
of my soul !
Still above my sunny gladness hangs a mournful pall
of sadness,
Heaping high with heavy shadows the glad temple
of my heart,
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Through my spirit's essence stealing, seizing on the
throne of feeling,
While swift tears of vengeful sorrow from my eyes
unbidden start !
Noble LINCOLN! murdered brother! can the world
produce another
Whom, amid intestine passion every one would love so
well?
Who, though drinking hatred's chalice bore no living
being malice
And had often grasped in kindness the red hand by
which he fell !
Oh, how causeless, void of reason, was this last black
act of treason —
Striking down with devilish venom a true friend who
would have cared
For his enemies with kindness, with a tender mother's
blindness,
And much keen humiliation to the traitors would
have spared.
To the darkness of perdition will the annals of tra
dition
Ever more consign thy memory, oh, fiendish J. WIL-
KES BOOTH I
Thou malicious, treacherous player, thou envenomed,
skulking slayer,
Genius wipes thy name forever from her list of royal
youth !
While a hymn to LINCOLN'S praises every coming
minstrel raises
On all the earth's broad continents and islands of the
sea,
And the angel choirs o'er us bear aloft the swelling
chorus,
There shall nothing rise but hisses and anathemas
for thee!
But, my darling, I 'm digressing and my time, just
now, is pressing,
So I'll turn again, though briefly, to the subject of
our joy,
Every instant growing surer, out of sorrow rising
purer —
For affliction is the touch-stone that exposes life's
alloy.
I must close this little letter, and I grieve that 'tis
no better;
Heaven bless you, oh my precious there! ] hear
the mustering drum!
Keep your lamp well filled and burning for the absent
one returning-,
Else before you are aware of it the bridegroom will
have come !
PART TWENTY-FIFTH.
DESCRIPTION OF WINTER AT LEECH LAKE -A NEW CHAR
ACTER -AN ACCOUNT OF MANOMIN'S FATHER— MANOMIN
MEETS A STRANGER-HEARS FROM HARRY— LOVE'S CROSS
PURPOSE— PEWAUBECK WITH ANEW LOVE— THE JOUR
NEY TO ST, PAUL-THE RADICAL POWER OF LOVE-WHAT
MANOMIN DOES WITH HER MONEY — HARRY ARRIVES —
THE DOUBLE WEDDING-SONG OF THE MARRIAGE CHIME,
rHiTE, sheeted winter laid its glittering hand upon
the murmuring lips of lakes and streams,
And silence reigned through all that icy land, save
when the lynx-cat woke the night with screams,
Or fiery-eyeballed wolf howled through the wood, or
Hyperborei struck their harps of pines ;
And gracefully through that vast solitude, the trackless
snowdrifts stretched their curving lines;
And not a bird, excepting now and then a moping ra
ven, toiling with cold wing,
To wake the frozen echoes of the glen or cheer the
hope with promises of spring.
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And bleak, and cold, and cheerless as that scene was
poor MANOMIN'S winter-driven heart —
No flower of Faith or tiniest leaflet green a hope of
spring-time struggled to impart.
Three wintry months their ghostly robes had trailed
past every wigwam in that Indian town,
For ninety days the shivering pines had wailed before
the arctic tempests driving down,
Since that sad morning poor MANOMIN bent, with shiv
ered hopes, so low, her graceful head,
O'er the brief letter Uncle DARLING sent, that told her
he, whom she adored, was dead.
Oh, God ! it was a moving sight to see the deep intense-
ness of that young thing's grief,
So like a tender, young and blooming tree by stroke of
lightning turned to yellow leaf !
But in those months, before the snows grew deep, from
far Fort Garry* a young cousin came ;
A shy young girl, who early learned to weep for pa
rents lost; MELLISSA was her name.
MANOMIN'S father and MELLISSA'S were the two sole
children of an humble man,
Whose days were spent amid the spindle's whir, where
streams of thread to eddying bobbins ran.
In great Manchester's busy hive was he an ever
ready, uncomplaining hand,
*Fort Garry is the Hudson Bay Company's settlement on the Red River
of the North, known also by the name of "Selkirk Settlement."
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A quiet, humble, steady, "busy bee" — a type of man
peculiar to that land —
That land where few have all, the many none — all
wealth, intelligence and lordly ease —
The few feed high on every luxury known — the many
pinched for even bread and cheese.
Here GEORGE and THOMAS LEFINGWELL were born,
but ere they had attained to man's estate
They held the factory's drudgery in scorn and crossed
the sea in quest of better fate.
Of bold, adventurous spirit, they struck out at once
across the continent's broad face,
Where they would not be rudely pushed about by
swarming, jostling seekers after place.
One married a Scotch girl, in Selkirk town, and first
to trapping, then to trading turned,
The other one at Crow "Wing settled down, married a
bright-eyed Indian maid and learned
Firstly and foremost all the Indian ways, their tongue
and s-uperstitions and beliefs,
Their loves and hatreds, all their games and plays, their
hopes and fears, traditions, joys and griefs.
And by shrewd sympathy in all their ways he bound
them to him, with magnetic chain,
Which bit of strategy, in after days, contributed im
mensely to his gain.
This was MANOMIN'S father, and I've told how he gave
up his life, one stormy day,
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And left MANOMIN heiress to much gold, but what be
came of it I Ve yet to say.
The other was MELLISSA'S sire, and she, as did MA
NOMIN, lost her mother first,
And then her father, shortly after, he was slain one
morning by a gun that burst, —
A brash old musket which he tried to fire in celebra
tion of the Queen's birth day —
But ah, that vitreous flint's impingement dire did "fix
his flint " and turned his joy to clay !
He, too, like THOMAS, left his girl some wealth, an
education such as he had gained,
An honest heart, sound body and good health, a mind
in ways of truth and virtue trained.
Her eyes were blue as heaven's owrn azure sky, her
tresses soft and golden as the rays
Of autumn's sun, that tell when draweth nigh the mel
low, dreamy, Indian-summer days.
And she, it was, who with MANOMIN, now, lived at the
mission house in Leech Lake town,
And strove to charm the shadows from her brow, and
sun away the white frosts, settling down,
Thicker and thicker daily round her heart, while
fainter burned the fire of her eye,
Until it seemed that some magician's art were needed
quickly that she might not die !
Time's pulse throbbed on, and northward came the sun,
and winter's legions struck their tents and fle.d ;
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Those days of painful silence were all done, and nature
seemed arising from the dead.
But still the grave in poor MANOMIN'S heart this glor
ious quickening did not seem to share ;
Wherever else spring might new life impart there
seemed to be no resurrection there !
But, like a spectre, sad and silent, she, the daily routine
of her life went through ;
Not one glad note or rippling sound of glee the un
strung spinnet of her spirit knew.
Far down into the depths of those dark pines alone she
wandered, nearly every day,
And there, at one of nature's many shrines, for hours
together she would weep and pray ;
With sobs would say, "Oh, HARRY! do you hear?
unbolt the door of your bright home, on high,
And let me feel your precious presence near, or rend
away the veil Hwixt you and I ! "
The spring time passed, the summer came and went,
the buskined foot of autum pressed the ground,
And frightened streams, with purple leaves besprent,
crept into every morass that they found !
On one raw day, when hung in sable hue of gathering
tempests, was the threatening sky,
When courier winds their frosty bugles blew, proclaim
ing the great Arctic Monarch nigh,
MANOMIN, wandering, as her wont, alone, alike indif
ferent to dame Nature's moods —
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Whether it froze, or thawed, or stormed, or shone —
met, suddenly, a stranger in the woods.
He gazed at her ; she cast her glances down, he paused,
then turning back again, he said :
" I seek MANOMIN LEFINGWELL in town.1' " That is
my name ! what would you? I'm the maid.''
Forth from his vesture then the stranger drew a letter,
he had brought her from Crow Wing,
One glance ! she seized it ! " God! can it be true ! " an
other look, and then the woods did ring
With a wild scream that made the stranger start, and
poor MANOMIN swooned and fell to earth,
But with her letter clasped unto her heart, as though
it held all life itself was worth !
There was a stream of water close at hand, and mak
ing use of his soft castor's crown,
The stranger bathed her brow till she could stand, then
gently led her back again to town.
MELLISSA paled, and trembled with affright to see
MANOMIN, tottering along,
Led by a stranger, and in piteous plight — her loosened
hair swept down in tresses long —
Her waist unbound, while idly hung her zone — "-He
lives!'" she cried and sank into a chair,
" He lives on earth ! Oh God! before thy throne I thanh
thee for this answer to my prayer ! "
With thanks from all the stranger went his way ; he
was a trader looking after fur,
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And as MANOMIN'S letter came the day he left Crow
Wing, he brought it on to her.
Now left alone she read, with heart aglow, that tender
missive through and through, and made
Decision instant to go down below, as HARRY earnestly
therein had prayed.
We '11 leave her packing up her things and turn a back
ward glance — a brief one it must be —
Upon MELLISSA LEFINGWELL'S sojourn at Leech Lake
mission, and quite likely, we
May find some matter worthy of our ken, some strange
affair of love's cross purpose, which,
The patient muse still smiling on my pen, may be ar
ranged in this uncouth distich.
We dropped PEWAUBECK somewhere, on our track,
with a sad load of unrequited love,
But with a pride that kept confession back and lent
him strength to nobly rise above
The pow'r that binds so many others down, the pow'r
that makes so many fools, forsooth,
And gave this ancient adage its renown: — " the course
of true love never yet ran smooth ! "
MELLISSA'S eyes, as I have said, were blue, and her
fair skin was of a pinkish tint,
While her soft locks were of so rich a hue they would
have shamed the treasures of a mint !
And was it strange, when often left alone, PEWAUBECK
should have come to her relief,
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Or they walk out and talk, in pitying tone, of pooi
MANOMIN'S deep, destroying grief?
Or yet more strange, that in PEWAUBECK'S heart an
azure orb of softness should arise,
That, in MELLISSA'S absence, did impart the same
strange feeling as her own blue eyes?
Alas ! alas ! a tale too often told ! PEWAUBECK was a
man, and man I find —
At least 'tis so maintained by sages old — was simply
born to love all woman kind I
At all events he loved MELLISSA well, and 'twas a
thing most sensible to do,
And on no stony ground his passion fell — right heart
ily MELLISSA loved him, too.
Now do not deem PEWAUBECK fickle, nor that worse
than no-sex thing, a male coquette,
Who, like a bee, sips sweets from every flow'r, till
satiate grown, hums off in cold neglect.
For he had loved MANOMIN many years with all the
depth and truth there is to love;
Yet not the pleading of his boyish tears nor riper
eloquence her heart could move.
And lacking oil whereon its flame to feed, his lamp of
love was shorn of its bright beams,
Which left his heart a charnel house indeed, strewn
with the ashes of his early dreams.
How better, then, than yielding to despair,, he, like
the proud chief that he was, should give
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His torpid love unto another's care whose warm affec
tion bade it wake and live !
Nor deem MELLISSA played th' enticer's part — she
loved MANOMIN and with love was paid,
But in sad coin struck from a heavy heart, uncurrent
at Affection's Board of Trade!
It lacked the sonorous ring of the true coin the empty
coffers of her being prayed,
And that her trailing life-lines chanced to join those of
PEWAUBECK'S, who can blame the maid ?
And thus it happened, thus it came about, as unex
pected things so often do,
That where one wedding, even, was in doubt, there
seems fair promise suddenly of two!
MANOMIN and MELLISSA reached St. Paul upon the
St. Cloud coach, one chilly day,
And not a single incident, at all worth writing of'
befell them on the way.
As soon as they were quartered and got warm, had
bathed, and dined, and rested, and felt strong,
MANOMIN wrote to HARRY of the storm her shivering
soul had been out in so long ;
It was a tender missive, I'll be bound, for you remem
ber that it made him weep;
It was the one, you recollect, that found him at Savan
nah, in bis onward sweep.
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Not much of note occurred to her that fall, nor yet,
indeed, the whole long winter through.
One day poor Mrs. DARLING, at St. Paul, she chanced
to meet, and for the first time, knew
That her heroic husband had been killed, and left
behind her, in a distant State,
And at the news her soul with horror chilled, and grief
her heart did deeply penetrate.
She freely gave the substance of her purse, prayed
her to bear up under what fate willed,
And thank the eternal Pow'r it was no worse, that she
and her two children were not killed.
The spring time came, and with it came a man, dark-
eyed and swarthy, elegant and tall —
" Why bless my stars ! it can't be ! yes it can! it surely
is PEWAUBECK, after all!
But oh! how changed !" his flowing hair cut close, en
robed in white man's clothes as black as soot,
His feet — well ! well ! would any one suppose an In
dian chief would ever sport a boot ?
Oh, Love ! you are a little tyrant sure, the strongest
to thee bow the knee at times ;
But since of barbarous notions thou canst cure an Indian
chief I '11 bless thee in my rhymes !
It was PEWAUBECK, then, that came that day, and
splendidly the noble fellow looked,
And from the " sea," her friends declared, straightway,
no worthier " fish " MELLISSA could have hooked!
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And glad, indeed they were to see him there, MANO-
MIN needed him to aid a plan
She had arranged with most elaborate care, but which
concerned a certain other man.
It was, to build upon the dear old spot, where she had
known so many days of bliss,
A handsome, snug and cosy little cot, and neatly fur
nish it throughout, and this
She had more than sufficient means to do, her coin her
banker having long since sold,
And bought " 5-20 V' as she wrote him to, when
frightened coots $2.90 paid for gold.
MELLISSA, also, caused, at the same time, another cot
tage, on her cousin's plan,
To be erected near, and 'twas no crime that she should
mean it for another man !
MANOMIN also had some tombstones and four rich
de-odorizing coffins made,
And then, with her own superintending hand, in nice
new graves, beneath a willow's shade,
She laid her dear ones near her cottage door, that she
might keep above them flowers in bloom,
And thus, while on the Earth-side of Time's shore,
grow more familiar with its gate, the tomb!
Events are crowding, I must crowd my theme — 'twas
only on this July that 's just past,
When one bright morn MANOMIN gave a scream, and
cried, " Oh, HARRY! God be praised at last "
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Ah, yes, indeed! the gallant lad stood there, — their
cups were full, their sorrows were all done !
There was a wedding shortly after where two pair of
souls were wed instead of one!
They took no wedding tour and needed none, but from
St. Paul straight to their homes they went,
Where, after all their generous wives had done, to
spend their lives there all should he content.
That HARRY was surprised and liked the cot his darl
ing built and furnished, I've no doubt,
For does there live a sane man who would not? if so
please point this special wonder out.
And there they live, and there may they increase ; my
story 's done, I have no more to tell,
So, if you please, we '11 leave them there in peace and
listen to what said their marriage bell :
SONG OF THE MAKKIAGE CHIME.
" It is ended ! it is ended ! four existences are blended!
Never more to be distracted by uncertainties1 dark
spell !
They are married ! they are married ! no love's prom
ise has miscarried,
All is well, is well forever, all is well that endeth
well!
Time is fleeting! time is fleeting! Life, its lessons
are repeating —
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What has happened will still happen, all the tongues
of nature tell,
God is living ! God is living ! and perpetually giving
Other lives to rise and marry, bloom and perish,'*
said the bell.
" 'Tis no matter, 'tis no matter, whether, amid show
and clatter,
In a palace or a hovel your first throb of life began ;
Flesh is mortal ! flesh is mortal ! just across the spirit's
portal
Swings the balance that shall weigh you, is the test
that tries the man!
There eternal, there eternal, 'mid existences supernal,
False or true, uncouth or lovely, every child of earth
must dwell,
Then I pray you, then I pray you, let no schemes of
earth betray you
Into shameful prostitution of your soulhood," sang
the bell.
"Love each other! love each other! every man on
earth's your brother!
Children of one common father, in the great stupend-
uous plan;
Then remember, then remember, you are an immortal
member
Of the Fatherhood of Deus and the Brotherhood of
Man!
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I implore you, I implore you, ever keep these truths
before you,
Search the chambers of your temple, every trifling
vice expel;
Live more purely, live more purely, 'twill be better
for you surely,
And eternal self-approval will reward you," said the
bell.
" Truth is spreading ! truth is spreading ! and the
-beams that she is shedding
Fall in places long in darkness, reach the farthest,
humblest hearth!
Creeds are falling! creeds are falling! Error's cham
pions change their calling,
And enlisting in God's army help to renovate the
earth !
There are millions, there are millions, there are bil
lions upon billions
Of supernal bosoms thrilling with a joy that none may
tell
That forever, that forever, with one God-like, grand
endeavor
You have struck from dusky millions slavery's fet
ters," sang the bell.
" Time is sweeping, time is sweeping, onward, onward
years are leaping;
Every soul that hears my chiming very soon, I know
full well
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In the boundless ether o'er us, with the many gone
before us,
Will be marching to the music of eternity's great
bell.
So adieu then, so adieu then, oh, I pray you to be
true men !
Beaching upward, upward, upward, — ever striving to
expel —
Eising higher, rising higher, when your lives on earth
expire,
Marching grandly up the pathway of the ages,'* closed
the bell.
THE END.
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