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All in the broad and staring day!
Why children! this is something queer!

1st Dryad : But, mistress, see the sleeper here.

Ceres : A fair excuse, I own, the sight
Theseus deserted her last night.
2d Prvad: How knew you that, my lady dear?

Ceres: Well sought--for I was far from here:
Whiles o'er the crisp Ionian main
I shook the winnowed dragon rein-

3d Dryad: Invented error! Sister! fie ! Our Queen has trapped you in a lie.

20 Dryad : A lie!
Cores: A lie?

8d Dryad : Deceit forgets
How Truth is always trailing nets.
While yon, sweet Empress, berry crowned,
Were on the Ionian westward bound,
Our sister puffed you towards the east,
With words about a wedding feast.

Ceres : low thin a bubble blame may be!
I sought for doves in Italy;
But orient was my main intent,
And on an Indian nuptial bent.

2d Dryad: Now, honey-lips, the lie is where!
4th Dryad: She weeps-
2d Dryad : Fool fingered thing!

Ceres : Forbear.
Whiles o'er the crisp Ionian main
I shook the winnowed dragon rein,
A Triton clove the wake behind,
And, with a hailing will, did wind
Buch parley through his crankled born,
As all the air was echo torn.
I stayed -he told what did betide
Of truant Theseus and his bride;
Which having heard, I did repair
Unto that subterranean lair
Wherein the dreadful Sisters three
Vex out the threads of destiny.
But they were sorely overtasked;
Bo techy, too, that when I asked
If he could not be plagned for this
Unloving piece of business,
With knots and burs upon his thread,
They would not speak, nor lift the head:
Yet saw I how his flax did run
Smoothly, and much is yet unspun.

4th Dryad : Sweet Queen, adieu-come, let's away. We keep no sunshine holiday.

Ceres: Stay, children, stay.
Poor things! I do reinember me,
How I did seek Proserpiné.
We must not leave her thus forlorn:
Auroral grace in her is born,
And, rarer else, the finest sense
Or feeling and intelligence.
Mortals of such ethereal grain
Are quickened both for joy and pain;
Theirs is the affluence of joy,
And pain that sorely doth annoy.
And, therefore, if we leave her thus,
To find the truth of Theseus,
She will, with such a madness burn,
And do herself so sad a turn,
As that the very thought erewhile,
Will drive us all to quit the isle.

1st Dryad : Alack ! O no! what must be done!

Ceres : Go, you, and you, and every one-
To stay such heart distracting harm,
Go, each bring flowers upon her arm:
Pink, pansy, poppy, pimpernell,
Acanthus, almond, asphodel.
The Dryouts dinnerse and enther flowers with which they return to Ceren)
Ceres : Now all join bands : _ [They join hande.)

Fair fall the eyes
Of any weary destinies !
I bruise these flowers, and so set free
Their virtue for adversity,
Then, with my unguent tinger tips,
Touch twice and once on cheeks and lips.
When this sweet influence comes to naught,
Vexed she shall be, but not distraught,
And now let music winnow thought:
Bucolic sound of horn and flute,
In distant echo nearly mute,
Then louder borne, and swelling dear,
Make bolder murmur in her ear.

2d Dryad : See, see, what change is in her face:
Ceres : Break bands, the lady wakes apace.
(Ceres and the Dryads loose hands and disappear.]

Ariadna: I dreamed a dream of sadness and the sea
And I will turn again, if yet I may,

To where the rolling rondore of the deep
Broadly affront the sky's infinity.
Sleeping or waking, knew I naught but this;
Sorrow and Love, above a desolate main,
From the sheer battlements of opposite clouds,
Kissed, and embraced, and parted company. ...

This is the self-same bay where we put in,
Yonder the restless keel did gore the sand.
There was the sailor's fire, and up and down,
Are scattered mangled ropes, splinters, and spars,
Fragments and shreds--but ship and all are gone.

Here is my wreath. How brief, since yester eve,
Then, when the sun, like an o'erthirsty god,
Had stooped his brows behind the ocean brim,
And the west wind, bearing bis martial word,
The limber-footed and the courier west,
Went smoothly whist over the furrowed floor,
To bid the night, then gazing up the sphere,
Advance his constellated banners there,
I leaned above the vessel's whispering prow,
With an unusual joy, and drink, from out
The heaven of those true repeated depths,
Intinite calm, as though I did commune
With the still spirit of the universe.
So leaning, from my hair I did unwind
This chain of tlowers, and dropped it in the sea;
Blessing that twilight hour, the port, the bay,
The deep dim isle of interlunar woods,
My love, and all the world, and naming them
Waters of rest-now lies my garland here.

What words are these thus furrowed on the shore ? These are the very turns of Theseus' hand:

If from thy hook the fish to water fall,

Think not to catch that fish again at all. Too well my thought unlocks these cruel lines. Oh drench of grief! I thank ye, piteous powers, Who sent not this without forewarning dropa Oh miserable me! distressful me! Despised, disdained, deserted, desolate; Oh world of dew! Oh morning water drops! Lack-lustre, irksome, dull mortality! Oh now, oh now, that heaven all is black, Wherein the rainbow of my joy did stand! Oh love! oh life! oh life entire in love! All lost, all gone, or just so little left As is not worth the care to throw away! All lost. all gone, wrecked, rinted, sunk, devoured; Wrecked with false lights on Theseus' rocky heart! Oh man, perverse, dry-eyed, untender man, Enchanting man, so sleek so serpent-cold! Was it for this that thou didst swear to me, By all the gods in the three worlds at once, That thou didst love distractedly, and I, With certain tender and ingenuous tears, Did presently confess to thee as much ? Was it for this, that I, who had a home, Like an Elysium in the lap of Crete, Did beckon buffets, and, for thee, did dare The rough unknown and outside of the world? Was it for this that thou didst hither bring me, Unto this isle of thorny loneliness, And, in the night, without foreargued cause, Any aggrievance, any allegation, Didst, like a coward traitor, run from me! Thou man of snow! thou art assailed by this Be sure of it-thou art begrimed as black As if thon badst been hanged a thousand years Under the murky cope of Pluto's den. Oh agony! but thou shalt know my soul, Which gropes for daggers at the thought of this Yea, from the day-beams of adoring love, Goes headlong to as vast a reprobation. Thou, Theseus, wast a cloud, and I a cloud, Quickened from thee with such pervading flame. As that thou canst not now so part from me Without the fiery iterance of my heart. Hear, hear me, love, who on the swathed tops Of ribbed Olympus, and thy steadfast throne, Dost sit the supreme judge of gods and men, And bear within thy palm the living bolt, High o'er the soiled air of this wan world: Look on yon helot wretch, and, wheresoe'er. Coursing what sea, or cabled in what port, The greatness of thine eye may light on him, Crush him with thunder! Thou, too, great Neptune of the lower deens, Heave thy wet head up from the monstrous ses : Advance thy trident high as to the clouds, And with a not to be repeated blow, Dash the sin-freighted ship of that rash man! And thou, old iron-sceptred Eolus, Shatter the bars of thine enclosed winds; Unhinge the doors of thy great kennel house.

the world?

Unto this iste that thou didst hit

unguent Hircheeks and naughten

And 'twixt the azure and the roaring deep

THE FALLS OF THE BOUNDING DEER, Cry ont thy whole inflated StrongyleCry ruin on that man!

WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE But wherefore, thus, Do I invoke the speedy desolation

BY ALFRED B. STREET. Of any mighty inagisterial soul,

16 MOOD news! great discovery! new falls!" Whose will is weaponed with the elements! For oh

U broke out in full chorus, boys and girls, Let the creat spies of Jove, the sun and moon,

at a party given by Jobson, in Monticello. The stars, and all the expeditious orbs That in their motions are retributive,

How did you happen to find them, MayLook blindly on, and seem to take no noto

field ?” asked Allthings. Of any deep and clearly stab of sin

“I was fishing, and came upon them all Let vengance gorge a gross Cerberean sop, Grovel and snore in swinish sluggardness,

at once. I heard a roar of some waterfall or Yea quite forget his dager and bis cup

other, and the first I knew, I saw the chasın It is enough, for any retribution, That guilt retain reinembrance of itself.

immediately below me!” Guilt is a thing, however bolstered up,

" What was their appearance ?" That the great scale-adjusting Nemesis.

“There were two falls quite precipitous, And Furies iron-eyed, will not let sleep. Sail on unscarred--thou canst not sail so far,

and two basins. From the second basin the But that the gorgon lash of vipers fanged

stream ran very smooth and placid again Sball scourse this howler home to thee again. Yes, yes, rash man, Jove and myself do know

through a piece of woodland.” That from this wrong shall rouse an Anteros,

“Good !-great !-new falls !" came anew Fierce as an Ate, with a hot right hand,

the chorus. That shall afflict thee with the touch of fire, Till, scorpion-like, thou turn and sting thyself.

“What is the name of the falls, Mayfield ?" What dost thou think--that I shall perish here,

inquired Allthings once more. Gnaved by the tooth of hungry savageness ? Think what thou list, and go what way thou wilt.

* The people thereabouts call them GuI, that have truth and heaven on my side,

maer's Falls.” Though but a weak and solitary woman,

“Horrid !—too common!-awful! Sha'n't Ferecast no fear of any violence But thou, false hound! thou would'st not dare come back, have such a name !" was again the chorus. Thou would st not like to feel my eyes again.

“Let's give them a new one at once.” Go get thee on, to Argos get thee on; And let thy ransomed Athens run to thee,

“Well, begin." With portal arms, wide open to her heart

“Let us call them the Falls of the Melting To stilling hug thee with triumphant joy.

Snow," suggested the sentimental May BlosThou canst not wear such bays, thou canst not so O'erper the aricient and bald heads of honor,

som. That I would have thee back or follow thee.

“That would do in the spring, when the Let nothing but thy shadow follow thee; Thy shadow is to thee a curse enough;

snow is really melting,” said Joe Jobson, a For thou hast done a murder on thyself.

plain, practical young fellow, who never had Thou hast put on the Nessus fiery hide.

a gleam of fancy in his life; “but there's no Thou hast stepped in the labyrinths of woe, And in thy fingers canght the clue to Death.

snow there now, I reckon." What solace have the gods for such as thou,

“What a heathen you are, Jobson !” broke That is not stabbed by this one thrust through me? From this black hour, this curse anointing hour,

in honest Allthings (who always spoke out); The currents of thy heart are all corrupt;

“the name applies to the water, not the The motions of thy thoughts are serpentine;

snow !” And thy d ath-doing and bedabbled soul Is maculate with spots of Erebus.

“Why not the name of the Falls of the Aye me!-and yet-Oh that I should say so!

Silver Lace?” asked the tall, superb Lydia Thou wast a noble scroll of Beauty's pen,

Lydell, who was also given to poetry.
Where every turn was grandly charactered.
Hadst thou a heart---but thou badst no such thing-

"Was there ever any lace made there?" And having none, it was not thee I loved ;

again remarked Jobson. Only my maiden thoughts were perfect, Theseus. O no, no, no, I never did love thee,

“I move we call them by an Indian name," Thou outside shell and carcase of a man.

said Job Paddock, the schoolmaster, who was And I-What was it thou didst take me for? A paroquet of painted shallowness?

deep in Indian lore. “Let us call them The A silly thing to whistle to and fro,

Kah-youk-weh-reh Ogh-ne-ka-nos, or, The And peck at plums, and then be whistled off?

Arrow Water, or The Water of the Arrow; Oh, Theseus. Theseus, thou didst never know meIn this unworthy clasp of woman's mould,

just as you fancy." This poor outside of pliant prettiness,

“Kaw-what?" again interrupted Jobson: There was a lieart and in that heart a love, And in that love there was an affluence

"a real queer name that-Kah-you-qweerFull as the ocean, infinite as tiine,

reh Oh-cane-my-nose!" Deep as the spring that never knew an ebb.

“Do hold your tongue, Jobson!” said ClayToo truly feeling what I left for thee, And with what joy Ieft it all for thee,

pole, “you are enough to drive one crazy!" And how I would have only followed thee,

"Mr. Jobson is not much inclined to poetWith soul, mind, purpose, to the far world's end, I cannot think on thee as thou deservest,

ry, I believe," lisped May Blossom, with a But scorn is drowned in a well of tears;

smile dimpling her beautiful month. I will go sit and weep.

“Poetry is well enough in its place,"

grumbled Jobson; “in speaking exercises, Norx.-Theseus, a Grecian hero, according to ancient fable, made an apedition inta Crete for the purp sp of destroying the Minotaur, a mon. and so on; but what's poetry to do with ster which infested that island. While there be made love to Ariadne, (daughter of Mina the king of Crete) who returned his affection, assisted naming falls of water, I should like to know?" him in semplishing the clject of his expedition, and sailed with him on

“Let us call them Meadow Brook Falls," his return to Athens. She was, however, abandoned by Theseus at Vares, an island in the Egran -s held sacred to Bacchus. Bacchus received

cchus received said beautiful Annie Mapes. Arisne bi spitably, but afterwards he too ran away from her. We puspect (as perhapis our pem sufficiently indicates) that the root of Ari. “There's no meadow in sight, and yonr dne's mislitines lay in certain infinities of temper, which rendered | brook is a torrent," said Mayfield. har at times an uneomfortable companiot).

it Well, what shall we call them?” burst / scaled the still loftier summits. All this time out once more the full chorus.

the organ of the cascade was sounding like “I think the best way is to go and see the deep strain of the wind in a pine forest. them first;" again grumbled Jobson, not! In about a half hour our pic-nic table was much relishing the idea of all the company spread with various viands, the table comturning against him.

| posed of boards spread upon two of the mossy This was really the most practical remark | logs, the boards being the product of a sawyet made, as none of the assemblage had seen (mill hard by. them but Mayfield, who absolutely declined The company seated themselves, and imsuggesting any name, and accordingly Job-mediately a desperate charge was made by son's idea was instantly adopted.

the whole force upon the eatables and drinkThe next day was settled upon for the ables, and immense havoc ensued. An entire jaunt, and consequently the company assem- route having been at length effected, again bled at an early hour to start.

the vexed question of the name to be given It was as bewitching an autumn day as to the “Fall” was brought on the tapis. ever beamed on the earth, such an one as “Let us call them the Falls of Aladdin," Doughty loves to fasten upon his glorious said enchanting Rose Rosebud, lifting her canvas. It would have glittered with golden azure eyes to the jewelled autumn foliage that splendor, had it not been toned down by a glittered around. delicate haze, which could scarcely be seen - The Falls of the Ladder!" canght up Jobnear by, but which gradually thickened on son: “the very name!- why, it describes the the distant landscape until it brushed away Falls exactly! I wonder we haven't thought the outlines of the mountain summits, so that of that name before. The water looks like a they seemed steeped in a delicious swoon. ladder exactly, coming down them big rocks."

We left the village, trotted up hill and “I'll tell you what," said Paddock, “I've down, and skimmed over flats, until we ar- now been all about the cataract, and seen it rived at the long descent of a mile, beginning at all points. I've hit upon the very name, I at the log-hut of old Saunsalis, and ending in think. What say you to the Falls of the Mamakating Hollow at the outskirts of Bounding Deer ?” Wurtsboro'. Here we turned short at the “But where's the Deer?” grumbled Jobleft, and pursued our way over a narrow son, now thoroughly out of humor from the country road through the enchanting scenery contempt with which his last observation had of the Hollow toward our destination. After been treated. passing farm-houses peering from clumps of “Do be quiet, Mr. Jobson," chimed in the trees, meadows, grainfields, and woodlands, girls, “and let us hear what Mr. Paddock we came to a by-road leading through a field. urges in favor of his beautiful name.” Here the little brook (Fawn of the “Bound-! « See," said Paddock, pointing upward, ing Deer '') sparkled by our track, crossing in " see where the upper Fall bounds from yon its capricious way the road, thereby forcing dark cleft of rock, and, gathering itself in us to ford it, and then recross its ripples. that basin for another effort, gives another We now came to the end of our road; and leap down its path, and then, gathering itself alighting, we tied our steeds to the willows once more in the lower basin, shoots away to and alders scattered along the streamlet's the protecting woods!” bank. Each one (laden with the pic-nic bas- ' “ Capital name! Just the thing, Mr. Padkets) then hastened onward, for the low deep dock !" again broke out the chorus of girls, bleat of the “Deer” was sounding in our like a dangling of silver bells. ears. We directly came to a sawmill, with “The Falls of the Bounding Deer be it a high broken bank in front. Over this im- then!" pediment our path lay, and over it must we The name being thus satisfactorily settled, go. Accordingly we did go; and, descending we all commenced scrutinizing more closely the other side, the “Deer” was before us. the lovely lair of the “ Bounding Deer.” An amphitheatre of towering summits salut- A dazzling display of tints was on the ed our eyes, clothed with wood and steeped thickly mantling trees, changing the whole in grateful shade. The gleam of the water- scene into a gorgeous spectacle. The most fall cat like a scimetar on our sight, flashing striking contrasts—the richest colors glowing through its narrow cleft, whilst the bleating side by side, flashed upon the delighted vision of the. “Bounding Deer” was louder and every where. sweeter. A beautiful place for our pic-nic- The elm dripping with golden foliage from a mossy log or two by the streamlet, and a head to foot, in a way which only that most delicious greensward. The ladies busied beautiful tree can show (the drooping naiad themselves in unpacking the baskets, whilst of the brook), shone beside the maple in a the “boys" distributed themselves about the splendid flush of scarlet—the birch, garbed in rocks. Forms were soon seen dangling from the richest orange, bent near the pine gleamcedar bushes, and treading carefully among ing with emerald—the beech displayed its clefts and gullies. Some sat where the silver tanny mantle by the dogwood robed in deepspray sprinkled their faces-some clambered est purple, whilst every nook, crevice, shelf, the rocks jutting over the higher Fallsome and hollow of the umber banks and gray

rocks blazed with yellow golden rods and The last we saw of the excellent Count he sky-blue asters.

was going down the steep bank on the slidHow beautiful, how radiant, how glorious, ing principle, shouting with all his might, and the American foliage in autunn! No pen, presenting a rare sight of " ground and lofty unless dipped in rainbows, can do it justice. tumbling" quite edifying to behold. And, amidst this brilliant beauty, down her We now all looked. True, the deep hollow pointed rocks, down flashed the “ Bounding beneath was quite forsaken. No ladies were Deer,” white with the foam of her eager and there to be seen. Marvelling somewhat at headlong speed.

the sudden disappearance, we all descended The boys now prepare for another excur- from our respective perches by the ladders sion amongst the rocks of the “Falls." formed of the branches, roots and tough grape

Some climb the dangling grape vines ; vines, and set foot upon the hollow where soine clutch the roots of the slanting pine our dinner had transpired. Looking around trees; and some find footing in the narrow at the banks by which we were surrounded, fissures. Soon the gray rocks and yellow we at length saw the girls emerge from a banks are scattered over witli them. Ascend twisted ravine at the lower part of the holing the very loftiest pinnacle by the roots of low scarcely discernible from the foliage with trees and the profuse bushes, the scene was which it was roofed, and found from the wild, picturesque, and romantic in the ex- wreaths of moss, ground pine and wild flowtreme. A little below, bristled the points of ers in their hair and around their persons, the rocks with cedars, dwarf pines, and tow- that they had been also making explorations, ering hemlocks shooting from the interstices. although in a lower region than ours. At one side, through its deep gully, flashed! The Count now rejoined the party, after the “Bounding Deer"—the waters pouring having peered most anxiously and at various in its first deep dark basin, cut in the granite points into the lower basin to find the drownlike a goblet, thence twisting down in ano-ed ones, all clustered together upon the short ther bold leap into the second basin. Not a velvet sward near the streamlet, and Padfoam flake was on the surface of either sable dock was called upon for one of his Indian cup, nothing but the wrinkles produced by legends. the ever circling eddies. Below-past broken He said he knew one relating to this very edge, grassy shelf, yawning cleft, and jutting spot, and accordingly commenced: ledge, was the broad deep hollow through "In the old times, before the foot of the which the “Deer" (mottled with sunshine white man had startled the beaver from the and shadow) leaped away to the woods be- stream, or his axe sent the eagle screaming yond, whilst in the meadow was seen the with rage from his aërie on the lofty pine little "Fawn" tripping along its green banks tree, there dwelt a tribe by these waters, an until lost in the verdure of the valley. Add offshoot of the powerful Mohawks. They to these, the glittering tints that had been were called the tribe of the Deer, and had showered from autumn's treasury, and the for their chieftain “ Os-ko-ne-an-tah," meaneffect was complete. But, where are the ing also the Deer. IIo had one daughter, girls ?

beautiful as the day, who was named “Jo" Oui, oui!exclaimed the Count de que-yoh," or the Bluebird, for the melody of (a French nobleman of illustrious descent, her voice. Jo-que-yoh was affianced to a and a most amiable, intelligent, and accom-young brave of her father's tribe named “Toplished gentleman), “where de demoiselles— ke-ah," or the Oak. They were tenderly atI no see 'em!”

tached to each other. Often when the moon “The what?" asked Jobson.

of the summer night transformed these rug"De demoiselles; de-de--what you call ged rocks to pearl and this headlong torrent 'em, Monsieur Job ?”

to plunging silver, did the two seat themselves "Girls," answered Jobson.

by the margin of this very basin, and while "Non, non, non-fie, Monsieur Job,—no Jo-que-yoh touched with simple skill the girl; dey are-a-a-a—"

strings of her Indian lute, To-ke-ah sang of “ Ladies, Count, you mean," answered All-love and the sweet charms of his mistress.

In the war-path the young brave thought 01"Oui, oui, oui—de ladees-pas la-bas, pas ly of her, and the scalps he took were disla-bas! They must bema-a-noyées—what played to her sight in token of his prowess. you call when you fall dans l'eau and mourez In the chase, he still thought of her solely, -eh?"

and the gray coat of the deer and the brinDrown," returned Allthings.

dled skin of the fierce panther were laid at "Oui, Monsieur Allting-drown."

her feet. The vest of glossy beaver fur which “Sure enough," ejaculated Jobson, looking encompassed her lovely form was the spoil of down through the branches, "the girls are his arrow. And the eagle plume which rose not there! Where can they be?”

gracefully from her brow was plucked by his "O ciel!-noyées !-noyées ! shouted the hand from the wing of the haughty soarer of Count, plunging down the bank. “Mon the clouds, that his unerring bow had brought Dieu ! ---ces demoiselles dans les eaux!-au to the dust. Time passed on-the crescent secours !-au secours !"

1 of Jo-que-yoh's beauty was enlarging into the


full height of maiden grace, and the tall sap- leap of the torrent, searching for the eagleling of To-ke-ah's strength maturing into the nest that is in the cleft of the rock !" size and vigor of his manhood's oak. An- ! With a wild scream Jo-que-yoh rushed away other moon, and he was to lead Jo-que-yoh as again to her wigwam; with a wild scream his bride to his lodge. The happy day at she asked for To-ke-ah, and no answer being length arrived, and as soon as the first star returned, she darted to her canoe fastened in trembled in the heavens, the joyous cere- the cave above the upper leap. monial was to take place. Sunset came, “I go for To-ke-ab!" she screamed, as she steeping the scene around in lustrous gold, seized the paddle and unfastened the willow and Jo-que-yoh, arrayed by the maidens of withe, and the canoe darted into the stream her tribe, sat in the lodge of her father await- directly towards the bend of the torrent. The ing the star that was to bring her love to her star-light displayed her slender form to the presence. Blushing and trembling she saw agonized sight of her father, plunging down i Kah-quah” (the Indian name for the sun) | the foaming cataract, and she was seen no wheeling down into the crimson west, and more! The canoe overturned, emerged into now his light was hidden. Blushing and the basin, and dashed down the curve of the trembling, she saw the sweet twilight stealing second plunge. The father, followed by those over the endless forests, and now the star- present, rushed down the precipice to the bathe bright star of her hope, came creeping, like sin below, and there were the fragments of a timid fawn, into the purple heavens. She the canoe floating around in the eddying waheard a footstep, she turned—“To-ke-ah," ters. A liglit shape was also seen in the dark trembled on her lips. But it was not To-ke- pool, and leaping in, Os-ko-ne-an-tah dragged ah. It was Os-ko-ne-an-tah, her father, deck- to the margin the drooping form of his daugbed in all his finest splendor, to give away the ter. She was dead! A stream of blood poured bride. To-ke-ah she knew had departed in from her fractured temple, and the father hield the afternoon upon a neighboring trail for a in his arms only the remains of the loved and brighter eagle plume to adorn the brow of still lovely Jo-que-yoh. But a warrior now his lovely bride on this the evening of their came rushing down the rocks with “Jo-quebridal. Something has detained him, but he yoh! Jo-que-yoh!" loud upon his tongue. It will soon come. She fixed her large dark was To-ke-ah. He had wandered farther than elk-like eye upon the star. Momentarily it he thought, and hurrying home had found the brightened and again another footstep. It wigwarm of Jo-give-yoh empty. Dashing was the maiden she had dispatched upon the down the precipice in bis mad search, he now rocks to watch for her the approaching form came upon the sorrowing group. “Jo-queof To-ke-ah. Large and brighter grew the yoh! Jo-que-yoh !" he screamed, tearing the star, but still the absent came not. A shud- dead from the arms of the father, but Jo-quedering fear began to creep into her bosom. yoh did not answer. “Jo-que-yoh !" said the Nothing could detain the absent from her but proud forest man, bending his head aside in one reason-death! Larger and brighter grew his uncontrollable grief; “I am lost witbout the star until now it flashed like the eye of thee!" But no Jo-que-yoh spoke. She had To-ke-ah from its home in the heavens. Still gone to the far land of the happy in search the absent came not. Tears began to flow, I of To-ke-ah. and she at length started in wild fear from Then took To-ke-ah the lifeless maiden in her conch of sassafras to the towering rock his arms and cast himself prostrate on the to see if she could not behold the approach-earth. ing shape of To-ke-ah. By this time the sky “To-ke-ah !" said the father, “a great warwas sparkling with stars, and a feeble light rior should not weep like the deer in his last was shed upon the forests. She saw the agony. Rouse theo! it is Os-ko-ne-an-tah pointed rocks around her-she saw the two that speaks!” leaps of the torrent through their rugged path- But To-ke-ah answered not. He only lay way-she saw the still black basing on which and shuddered. the stars were glittering, but no To-ke-ah. / “Shall the tall tree of my tribe turn to a “ To-ke-ah! To-ke-ah! Jo-que-yoh awaits willow ?" again asked Os-ko-ne-an-tah, and thee!" she cried, but she heard only the this time sternly. "Rise, bravest of my peoplunging of the torrents, and the song of the ple, behold! even the maidens see thee !" whippowill wailing as if in echo to her woe. But To-ke-ah answered not. He only lay Tremblings seized her limbs, her heart grew and shuddered. sick, and she was nigh swooning upon the Then bent Os-ko-ne-an-tah over both and rock, when she saw a form hurrying from the essayed to take from To-ke-ah the form of woods where the trail began. "To-ke-ah!" Jo-que-yoh. But the moment the father she shrieked joyfully, “I have been sad with-touched his daughter, To-ke-ah leaped to his out thee!” and she was about casting herself feet with Jo-que-yoh in his arms, and pealing into the arms of the form, when she found it his war-hoop, flourished his keen hatchet over was the youth who had accompanied To-ke-ah the head of the father. in the chase.

“Go!" shouted he, whilst his eye flamed " Is not the brave here?" asked the youth, madly in the light of the pine torches that with astonishment; “I left him at the first I now kindled up the scene. “Go! Jo-que-yoh

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