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nor the hopes of distinction, can afford to the Indian a ray of comfort, or the prospect of better days. He contem'plates the past as the returnless seasons of happiness and joy, and rushes to the wilderness as a refuge from the blandishments of art, and the pomp and show of polished society, to seek, in his native solitudes, the cheerless gloom of ruin and desolation.

LESSON XVI.

Story and Speech of Logan.- JEFFERSON. The principles of society, among the American Indians, forbidding all compulsion, they are to be led to duty, and to enterprise, by personal influence and persuasion. Hence, eloquence in council, bravery and address in war, become the foundations of all consequence with them. To these acquirements all their faculties are directed. Of their bravery and address in war, we have multiplied proofs, because we have been the subjects on which they were exercised.

Of their eminence in oratory, we have fewer examples, because it is displayed, chiefly, in their own councils. Some, however, we have of very superior lustre. I may challenge the whole orations of Demosthenes and Cicero and of any more eminent orator,-if Europe has furnished more eminent,-to produce a single passage, superior to the speech of Logan, a Mingo chief, to Lord Dunmore, when governor of Virginia. And, as a testimony of their talents in this line, I beg leave to introduce it, first stating the incidents necessary for understanding it.

In the spring of the year 1774, a robbery was committed by some Indians on certain land adventurers on the river Ohio. The whites, in that quarter, according to their custom, undertook to punish this outrage in a summary, way. Captain Michael Cresap, and a certain Daniel Greathouse, leading on these parties, surprised, at different times, travelling and hunting parties of the Indians, having their women and children with them, and murdered many. Among these were, unfortunately, the family of Logan, a chief, celebrated in peace and war, and long distinguished as the friend of the whites.

This unworthy return provoked his vengeance. He accordingly signalized himself in the war which ensued. In the autumn of the same year, a decisive battle was fought at the mouth of the Great Kenhaway, between the collected forces of the Shawanese, Mingoes, and Delawares, and a detachment of the Virginia militia. The Indians were defeated, and sued for peace. Logan, however, disdained to be seen among the suppliants. But, lest the sincerity of a treaty should be distrusted, from which so distinguished a chief absented himself, he sent, by a messenger, the follow ing speech, to be delivered to lord Dunmore.

“I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat: if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.' I had even thought to have lived with you, but for the injuries of

Colonel Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood, and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan, not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace : but do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Logan ?-- Not one."

one man.

LESSON XVII.

Geehale-An Indian Lament.--STATESMAN, N. York.

The blackbird is singing on Michigan's shore
As sweetly and gaily as ever before;
For he knows to his mate he, at pleasure, can hie,
And the dear little brood she is teaching to fly.
The sun looks as ruddy, and rises as bright,
And reflects o'er our mountains as beamy a light,
As it ever reflected, or ever expressed,
When

my skies were the bluest, my dreams were the best.

The fox and the panther, both beasts of the night,
Retire to their dens on the gleaming of light,
And they spring with a free and a sorrowless track,
For they know that their mates are expecting them back.
Each bird, and each beast, it is blest in degree :
All nature is cheerful, all happy, but me.

I will go to my tent, and lie down in despair ;
I will paint me with black, and will sever my hair;
I will sit on the shore, where the hurricane blows,
And reveal to the god of the tempest my woes;
I will weep for a season, on bitterness fed,
For my kindred are gone to the hills of the dead;
But they died not by hunger, or lingering decay;
The steel of the white man hath swept them away.

This snake-skin, that once I so sacredly wore,
I will toss, with disdain, to the storm-beaten shore ;
Its charms I no longer obey, or invoke ;
Its spirit hath left me, its spell is now broke.
I will raise up my voice to the source of the light;
I will dream on the wings of the bluebird at night;
I will speak to the spirits that whisper in leaves,
And that minister balm to the bosom that grieves ;
And will take a new Manito-such as shall seem
'To be kind and propitious in every dream.

Oh! then I shall banish these cankering sighs,
And tears shall no longer gush salt from my eyes ;
I shall wash from

every

cloud-coloured stain,
Red-red shall, alone, on my visage remain !
I will dig up my hatchet, and bend my oak bow;
By night, and by day, I will follow the foe;
Nor lakes shall impede me, nor mountains, nor snows;-
His blood can, alone, give my spirit repose.

They came to my cabin, when heaven was black:
I heard not their coming, I knew not their track;
But I saw, by the light of their blazing fusees,
They were people engendered beyond the big seas :
My wife, and my children, -oh spare me the tale !--
For who is there left that is kin to GEEHALE !

my face

LESSON XVIII.

Fall of Tecumseh.-STATESMAN, N. York.

What heavy-hoofed coursers the wilderness roam,

To the war-blast indignantly tramping ? Their mouths are all white, as if frosted with foam,

The steel bit impatiently champing.
'Tis the hand of the mighty that grasps the rein,

Conducting the free and the fearless.
Ah! see them rush forward, with wild disdain,

Through paths unfrequented and cheerless.

From the mountains had echoed the charge of death,

Announcing that chivalrous* sally;
The savage was heard, with untrembling breath,

To pour his response from the valley.
One moment, and nought but the bugle was heard,

And nought but the war-whoop given; The next—and the sky seemed convulsively stirred,

As if by the lightning riven.

The din of the steed, and the sabred stroke,

The blood-stifled gasp of the dying,
Were screened by the curling sulphur-smoke,

That upward went wildly flying.

In the mist that hung over the field of blood,

The chief of the horsemen contended; His rowels were bathed in the purple flood,

That fast from his charger descended.

That steed reeled, and fell, in the van of the fight,

But the rider repressed not his daring,
Till met by a savage, whose rank, and might,

Were shown by the plume he was wearing.
The moment was fearful; a mightier foe

Had ne'er swung the battle-axe o'er him; But hope nerved his arm for a desperate blow, And Tecumseh fell prostrate before him.

*ch as in church.

O ne'er may the nations again be cursed

With conflict so dark and appalling!
Foe grappled with foe, till the life-blood burst

From their agonized bosoms in falling.

Gloom, silence, and solitude, rest on the spot,

Where the hopes of the red man perished; But the fame of the hero who fell shall not,

By the virtuous, cease to be cherished.

He fought, in defence of his kindred and king

With a spirit most loving and loyal, And long shall the Indian warrior sing

The deeds of Tecumseh, the royal.

The lightning of intellect flashed from his eye,

In his arm slept the force of the thunder,
But the bolt passed the suppliant harmlessly by,

And left the freed captive to wonder.*
Above, near the path of the pilgrim, he sleeps,

With a rudely-built tumulus o'er him; And the bright-bosomed Thames, in its majesty, sweeps

By the mound where his followers bore him.

LESSON XIX.

Monument Mountain.-BRYANT.

Thou, who would'st see the lovely and the wild
Mingled, in harmony, on Nature's face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail not with weariness, for, on their tops,
The beauty and the majesty of earth,
Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget
The steep and toilsome way. There, as thou stand'st,
The haunts of men below thee, and, above,
The mountain summits, thy expanding heart
Shall feel a kindred with that loftier world,

* This highly intellectual savage, appropriately styled "king of the woods," was no less distinguished for his acts of humanity than heroism. He fell in the bloody charge at Moravian town, during the war of 1812.16.

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