care of an aged uncle, and was pet and heir.- | the spot on which we had met. A rapid thaw

The wealth he was heir to, would not have been sufficient to fit out one of our modern dandies to pay a visit to the lady of his choice; but it was the most extensive fortune in the woods of Chartier, and no man ever prided himself more on his superior wealth, than did old Hall Kent. With the nephew, the lovely Fillen was worth all the money on the earth, but with his uncle her beauty and innocence was just worth nothing. The opposition of his uncle was only one of Saul's vexations. Another poor young man beside Saul, saw and sought Ellen. If Saul sighed, Tielman Wells laughed, and Ellen, in the gaiety of her young heart, laughed with Tielman, and the poison of jealousy rankled. Saul was deceived and so were the neighbors, and so was the joyful old Hall Kent.

"So went on affairs for some days, and even weeks, and all the folly, passion, and extravagance of the world was acted on Chartier. Tielman Wells owned two horses, a saddle, bridle, watch, two rifles, and had by him ten old Spanish dollars, and had also the full approbation of Kent. Ellen sıniled when his name was mentioned, and looked grave at the sound of that of Saul Garvin. Some wise one remarked, how wonderful it was that Ellen could choose such a skipping raccoon as Tielman Wells, and reject Saul Garvin. Such a preference would have been wonderful if made, but though then young, I thought I could see as far into a mountain as any one, and if no one else did, I saw the truc state of the case.

"On a snowy winter morning, about ten miles from where the fine city of Pittsburg now stands, with my rifle on my shoulder, I was traversing the Chartier hills in pursuit of game. Amid the loaded branches and falling flakes, 1 dimly saw the figure of another hunter, crossing the slope of the hill below me, and quickly perceived it was Saul Garvin. 'Though in the untrodden woods he was slowly bending his steps towards the house of the father of Ellen. He was arrested by Saul, holoa! You are too late; Ellen is gone to Pitt, with Tielman.' "

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"Gone to Pitt with Tielman Wells," replied the young man, as he approached where I was standing.

had laid most part of the hill sides and tops naked. For some miles we found tracks which we supposed to be those of the lost hunter, traced on the snow remaining in deep vallies and the northern slope of the hills, but reaching the Ohio, all further search was useless.

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Twenty-three years the fate of Saul Garvin remained wrapped in mystery, and within the same twenty-three years the grave had closed upon the regret of the heart-broken uncle, and the wasted form of Ellen Aylworth, and had also been marked by the ever to be lamented massacre of the Moravian Indians on Tuscarawas.Seventeen years had the dust of the victims mingled with their parent earth, when the tardy justice of the United States recalled to their property and homes the remnant of the Christian Delawares. Seventeen years had I never dared to visit the desolate spot, where so often I had met the warmest welcome; but when I learned that the poor surviving wanderers were to return, I determined to meet them. A young man of this neighborhood, of the name of Thomas Car, was appointed to meet the returning Indians with a supply of provisions, and with him I went, and was present when the aged chief and his forlorn band reached the scene of murder. Time had greatly changed us both, he knew me not, nor did I disturb his deep reflecting sorrow by any renewal of our acquaintance to confess the truth, shame withheld me; as a white man I felt a share of the dreadful wrong, as did the plain uneducated young man beside me, though both were innocent of the deed. We silently followed the aged chief as he led a grandson by the hand, and pointed out where the houses formerly stood. Many of them had been supplied with cellars, at one of which much longer than the others, the old man stopped. It is seldom an Indian man weeps, but I saw the tears fall from his furrowed face into the hollow space. His feelings were for a few minutes that of human nature, but he seemed at some sudden thought to remember he was an Indian Chief, as he turned round and addressing his grandson observed firmly, and in English, The grave of your father." "

"The young man sat down upon the slope of the cellar, drew his blanket over his head and remained silent, though his heaving breast show

"Gone! yes," rejoined I, "and do you turn your course and flirt with Jane Sparkle, and El-ed strong agitation. Ien will come to her senses."

He looked me steadily in the face, and with a visage no man but a hunter or an Indian could ever assume, pronounced as he cordially shook me by the hand, Farewell! I have a longer walk to make than to Jonathan Sparkle's.' "

"I was rather puzzled to know whether to laugh or be serious, but the latter mood prevailed, as I was in a moment alone in the forest. The look of Saul fixed on my mind and made an impression I could neither account for, nor for a moment forget. Thus silently impressed (for I communicated the circumstance to no person), two days passed, and on the third morning the dreadful report was spread, that Saul Garvin was missing-and murdered as was supposed.With all my speed I hasted to the house of the distracted uncle, and revealing the meeting with Saul, led his uncle and a body of armed men to

"With more of sorrow than anger, the chief fixed his eyes on me, and in very good od English observed, I hope you were not here at-'

"Not at the time you mean," I solemnly interrupted, "thanks be given to the great spirit who rules over Indian and white."

"You are here now," replied the chief, "therefore I believe your words-seventeen years of reflection must keep him away who was here then."

"Many of them," I replied, "have gone to their judgment seat."

"Some have, I too well know," mournfully rejoined the chief, "and terrible was their departure."

"Were you present?" I rather hastily demanded.

"Not when and where you mean," emphatically replied the chief, "and thanks be to the great spirit that I was not."

We all remained silent for some time, when | and became a chief and a wise one at our coun

the chief again adressing me, demanded "Were you ever acquainted with a white man of the name of Saul Garvin?"

"I was, and well, what of him-do you know-" "Too much," replied the chief" too much for the white-warriors I will not call them-who dyed this place in blood. Sit down on this bank and you shall."

We sat down, and after a long pause the chief resumed: "Twenty-three years have the leaves of these woods been renewed and have again fallen, since hunting on the high hills towards the rising sun, I saw the smoke of a camp. The war-hatchet was then buried, and I approached the fire and by it found a young white man; he met and received me kindly, presented me some venison, and we feasted together. It was evening, and he invited me to share his shelter, and we slept together. In the morning I invited the white man to go home with me, and told him we could reach there when the sun rose so high, and I pointed to the south."

"Of what nation art thou?" demanded he. "A Delaware, in your language," I replied, "and a Christian."

He looked in my face long and thoughtfully, and then spoke, "You are a christian; I think you do not deceive me your place of residence, where?"

"Schoenbrun," I replied.

"Do you receive white men into your tribe?" "Very seldom; they are only bad men who leave the house to live in the wigwam."

"Not so always," said the young white man, quickly, and 1 was sorry for using the words bad men, and taking him by the hand, told him to come with me and we could talk more as we went on our way. He then shouldered his rifle and we set out for Schonbrun, where, before we arrived, I was told by the young white man that he had been deserted by a young woman he intended to make his wife.

"Was she the only young woman of your tribe?" I asked.

There were more," he replied, "but none like my" he did not pronounce her name.I thought him so far foolish, but told him we had some girls with us who could make moccasins and leggins. His smile was that of an Indian and not of a white man.

Our white friend remained some days with us, and we were all well pleased with him. Our old friend, whom you call missionary, was also well pleased, and we agreed to receive him.

"As an Indian," said the young man, "and a christian will I live," and he fulfilled his pro

mise.

"What name shall we give you ?" I asked. "Peter," he replied, and white Peter was soon after married to one of our young women, and over this grave for grave it is-stood their house.

cil fires. To the few whites who came to our villages, he was distant and reserved; and in his new character remained unknown to all, and particularly to one or two who had as a white man been his intimate acquaintance: 'They are strangers,' said Peter to me, 'I know them no more; they are here for no good. "

"The snow had melted and was gone; the winds of winter had passed, and the song of the birds was heard amongst the new born leaves and flowers; we were preparing our corn fields, when a swift messenger entered Schænbrun and told us 'Wingenund is coming.' Though still a warrior, and as you say a Pagan, the face of Wingenund spoke peace, and his words were words of truth, therefore we were glad, and walked joyfully to the council fire. The chief arrived; his face was sad and his greeting slow and mournful. The warriors who came with him, waved their hands in kindness, but from their lips only escaped a few words, which faintly reached our ears. The clouds of fear passed over our hearts as the chief rose; we had never before seen Wingenund as we saw him now.His dark eye fell upon us as his right hand rose and was stretched to the east."

"Do you see the wolfstealing from those woods to tear the timorous fawn to pieces? His teeth crushes its bones; he drinks its blood and howls over the mangled limbs. You are the fawnthe pale faced warrior, no, the white murderer is crouching to spring upon and destroy you, your wives and little ones. Where are your arms? buried-trampled down so deep, you have not time to dig them up. You sit down, and one ear is deaf, you cannot hear your red friends call to a place of safety-no! but you can hear the white man say, sit still, you are safe. Hear me, children, rise quickly and fly with me. The white man smiles, but see, the sharp knife is under his blanket. Come with me."

"Wingenund sat down, and we all sat still a long time. At last Peter rose. We were all astonished, for Peter was no great talker, but we were pleased, and our ears were open. The young chief spoke thus:"

"Fathers, I am young and ought to hear what older and wiser men have to say, but your mouths are closed and I must speak. The word of our father comes from the great spirit, it is good. I was once a white man, and know that many white men are good men and brave men, who would not seek the unarmed to shed their blood; but I know there are bad white men, whose ears and hearts are deaf. These bad men say you are the friends of your red brethren, who have taken up the hatchet with their red-coat white enemies. The voices of the good white men are soft and cannot be heard afar, but the voice of the bad man is loud as the panther's scream.Hear me, my friends, arise and go with Wingenund." Peter sat down and we were again all silent until Wingenund again rose and spoke. "To-morrow morning I return to my people." One of our old men then rose and said, "Such as choose to go with our brother be ready."

"The house of Saul Garvin!" I interrupted. "The house of Saul Garvin," repeated the chief, "and amongst that earth," pointing to the bottom of the cellar, " lie the bones of Saul Garvin, and that sorrowing young man is his sonbut hear me. Peter was soon an Indian in dress, manner, and language, for he learned oueter, her christian name was Anna, and that young

"We slowly and sorrowiutty sought our houses and families. The wife of Peter was my daugh

man was then lying on his mother's bosom. Their house was over this grave. We entered and sat down. Anna feared, she knew why-wept, and fixed her face on that of her son."

faces in the night, spoke in our language to Peter, and asked him why he did not make himself known.' 'Because,' said Peter, 'I know some of those pale faces too well. To make myself

"Anna," said Peter, " you must go with Win-known to them would do more harm than good.

genund." He then told her what I have told you. "And you, Peter, will stay here if any others stay?" Anna was a woman, a mother, a wife, and a christian, but she was an Indian, and would not refuse to do what her husband and father desired her to do, and in tears and silence prepared for her journey.

If they carry us into the settlements I will make myself known, and will do you all the good in my power. You received me when a bad man forced me from my own people. You have treated me kindly. I have lived and will die with you.' He then desired to be left to himself, and was heard to speak no more to men; but his inward voice was turned to the great spirit, and in the morning his blood sunk into this ground, and from it cried to the great spirit for vengeance, and was heard; the messenger of revenge you will soon hear named. Nearly one hundred unarmed human beings were here murdered and their bodies left to moulder amid the ruins of their houses. The panther, when he tastes, is never satisfied with blood. He drinks blood and his thirst burns more and more fiercewas departing, he turned round and said to those dered had scarcely ceased to be heard along this who remained behind, 'You say you are chris-river-the smoke of their houses had scarcely

"In every house was heard the voice of distress. Some whole families concluded to fly from the danger, but too many said, 'What have we done that we should fear the white men beyond the Ohio? To such as have come here we have been kind, and why should we fear? We worship the same great spirit with the whites, and are we not their brothers? We will stay and trust in God.' "

"Morning came, and Wingenund departed with such as were to depart with him; but, as he ly. So did your people. The cries of the mur

tians like the whites, why should we fear the white men? I tell you why you should fear many of these pale faces; it is because they are not christians;' and he was soon beyond our sight.I do not tell you of the parting between those who went with Wingenund and those who stayed Tuscarawas-I have no words.'" The old man remained silent for some time, when again conquering his feelings he resumed:

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"I went with my child and grand-child, and silent and painful was our journey. It was not long that we were left to think upon our own miseries. The friends we left on the Tuscarawas were also not long left to tremble between hope and fear. The storm foretold by Wingenund, burst upon their heads. A body of men under a man of the name of Williamson, rushed upon the defenceless, the unarmed and, as you have been told, unsuspecting people. This band came not as open warriors but still with words of peace upon their lips."

"You are unsafe here," said they to our brothers, and their wives and children, " you must come with us, and stay with us until the warhatchet is buried."

"We are not afraid?" replied the red men. "The Shawanees and Mingoes will come and estroy you," repeated 'the whites, "you must come with us."

"It was useless to resist, and the Indians were preparing to follow their enemies. Night passed, morning came, and they were told to prepare for death. The looks of too many of their savage enemies had forewarned them, and the sentence was expected-they were prepared, In prayers, hymns and tears, their last night was spent, and when the sound of death reached their ears, they bowed their heads, not to their murderers, but to Him whose decrees no man can reach.They perished, and with them fell Peter, or Saul Garvin. A few young at the last moment, bounded from their captors, and though some fell in the pursuit, some escaped and brought us the dreadful tale.

"One of the men who read death on the white

mingled with the clouds, when another party of white men came into our country, under Williamson and Col. Crawford.

"Meeting no resistance in the first instance, these men became bold; they advanced far into our country-approached the Sandusky townswere met by warriors, defeated and Col. Crawford and many of his men taken and brought bound to our council fires. Those who escaped death in the battle, or captivity, were scattered over the woods, exposed to the rage of the Indian, to hunger and to wild beasts. The bodies of many were made known to the Indian pursuers by the vultures' flight. Some did return to their homes, not to dwell upon the deeds of the brave. But let us leave them who fled and return to those who in bonds had to bear the punishment of the wrongs committed by others, and to writhe in despair at their own madness and folly.

" I was, with my daughter and grand-child in Detroit, when we heard of the murders at this place. Anna clasped her babe to her bosom, and raised her heart to the great spirit-weptwas silent, and was daily wasting away, when the second news reached us, that Col. Crawford and some of his men were in the hands of the warrior Delawares. Anna was a christian, but she was an Indian; and I am an Indian, and will tell the truth. Over the memory of her husband, she was sinking towards the grave-the world of spirits, where she hoped to meet her Peter; but from the moment that the captive Crawford was named, I saw new life in her eye,-health seemed to return to her body, yet, not even her father suspected her purpose. Next morning Anna and her son were gone. I followed, but found her not until her terrible resolve was fulfilled.

"Crawford, before the war-hatchet was dug up and dyed in blood, had been the friend of the Indians, christian and warrior; and when he was brought bound to the Sandusky, the Delaware warriors shook their heads and said, 'We are sorry. This man was once our friend; he has not come into our country as a wolf, but as

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"A silence, only broken by the groans of the prisoner, continued some time, but it was the silence of death; the child at first amused with some object, missed at length his mother, and looking round and not finding her, screamed aloud, and his cries were the cries of death. The voice of mercy was as the voice of the fawn to that of the pantner. Col. Crawford perished in the flames, and

"His spirit," after a long pause, continued the chief "has been many years gone to meet the God of red and white men. Peace now reigns over red and white men. We have returned to rebuild our cabins, and again plant our fields.Our tears are dried, and we can sleep without fear and rise to joy and plenty; our children can sport in safety and our women sing the song of gladness along the Tuscarawas.”

AN IRISH TRIAL.