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And 'twixt the azure and the roaring deep
Cry out thy whole inflated Strongyle-
Cry ruin on that man!

But wherefore, thus,

Do I invoke the speedy desolation

Of any mighty inagisterial soul,

Whose will is weaponed with the elements!
For oh-

Let the great spies of Jove, the sun and moon,

The stars, and all the expeditious orbs

That in their motions are retributive,
Look blindly on, and seem to take no note
Of any deep and deadly stab of sin-
Let vengeance gorge a gross Cerberean sop,
Grovel and snore in swinish sluggardness,
Yea quite forget his dagger and his cup-
It is enough, for any retribution,
That guilt retain remembrance of itself.
Guilt is a thing, however bolstered up,
That the great scale-adjusting Nemesis.
And Furies iron-eyed, will not let sleep.

Sail on unscarred-thou canst not sail so far,
But that the gorgon lash of vipers fanged
Shall scourge this howler home to thee again.
Yes, yes, rash man, Jove and myself do know
That from this wrong shall rouse an Anteros,
Fierce as an Ate, with a hot right band,
That shall afflict thee with the touch of fire,
Till, scorpion-like, thou turn and sting thyself.
What dost thou think-that I shall perish here,
Gnawed by the tooth of hungry savageness?
Think what thou list, and go what way thou wilt.
I, that have truth and heaven on my side,

Though but a weak and solitary woman,

Ferecast no fear of any violence

THE FALLS OF THE BOUNDING DEER.
WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE

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BY ALFRED B. STREET.

OOD news! great discovery! new falls!"
broke out in full chorus, boys and girls,
at a party given by Jobson, in Monticello.
"How did you happen to find them, May-
field?" asked Allthings.

"I was fishing, and came upon them all at once. I heard a roar of some waterfall or other, and the first I knew, I saw the chasm immediately below me!”

"What was their appearance?"

"There were two falls quite precipitous, and two basins. From the second basin the stream ran very smooth and placid again through a piece of woodland."

"Good!-great!-new falls!" came anew

the chorus.

"What is the name of the falls, Mayfield?" inquired Allthings once more.

"The people thereabouts call them Gumaer's Falls."

"Horrid!-too common!-awful! Sha'n't

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.

Go get thee on, to Argos get thee on;

And let thy ransomed Athens run to thee,

With portal arms, wide open to her heart

To stifling hug thee with triumphant joy.

Thou canst not wear such bays, thou canst not so
O'erpeer the ancient and bald heads of honor,
That I would have thee back or follow thee.

Let nothing but thy shadow follow thee;
Thy shadow is to thee a curse enough;
For thou hast done a murder on thyself.
Thou hast put on the Nessus' fiery hide.
Thou hast stepped in the labyrinths of woe,
And in thy fingers caught the clue to Death.
What solace have the gods for such as thou,

That is not stabbed by this one thrust through me?
From this black hour, this curse anointing hour,

The currents of thy heart are all corrupt;

The motions of thy thoughts are serpentine;

And thy d ath-doing and bedabbled soul

Is maculate with spots of Erebus.

Aye me!-and yet-Oh that I should say so!
Thou wast a noble scroll of Beauty's pen,
Where every turn was grandly charactered.

Hadst thou a heart-but thou hadst no such thing-
And having none, it was not thee I loved;

Only my maiden thoughts were perfect, Theseus.

O no, no, no, I never did love thee,

Thou outside shell and carcase of a man.

And I-what was it thou didst take me for?

A paroquet of painted shallowness?

A silly thing to whistle to and fro,

And peck at plums, and then be whistled off?

Oh, Theseus, Theseus, thou didst never know me

In this unworthy clasp of woman's mould,

This poor outside of pliant prettiness,
There was a heart and in that heart a love,
And in that love there was an affluence
Full as the ocean, infinite as time,

Deep as the spring that never knew an ebb.
Too truly feeling what I left for thee,
And with what joy I left it all for thee,
And how I would have only followed thee,
With soul, mind, purpose, to the far world's end,
I cannot think on thee as thou deservest,
But scorn is drowned in a well of tears;
I will go sit and weep.-

Nor-Theseus, a Grecian hero, according to ancient fable, made an

expedition into Crete for the purp se of destroying the Minotaur, a monster which infested that island. While there he made love to Ariadne, (daughter of Min- & the king of Crete) who returned his affection, assisted him in accomplishing the object of his expedition, and sailed with him on his return to Athens. She was, however, abandoned by Theseus at Naxes, an island in the Egean sea held sacred to Bacchus. Bacchus received Ariadne hospitably, but afterwards he too ran away from her. We aspect (as perhaps our poem sufficiently indicates) that the root of Aridne's musfortunes lay in certain infirmities of temper, which rendered her at times an uncomfortable companion.

"Let's give them a new one at once."
"Well, begin."

"Let us call them the Falls of the Melting Snow," suggested the sentimental May Blos

som.

"That would do in the spring, when the snow is really melting," said Joe Jobson, a plain, practical young fellow, who never had a gleam of fancy in his life; "but there's no snow there now, I reckon."

"What a heathen you are, Jobson!" broke in honest Allthings (who always spoke out); "the name applies to the water, not the

snow!"

"Why not the name of the Falls of the Silver Lace?" asked the tall, superb Lydia Lydell, who was also given to poetry.

"Was there ever any lace made there?" again remarked Jobson.

"I move we call them by an Indian name," said Job Paddock, the schoolmaster, who was "Let us call them The deep in Indian lore. Kah-youk-weh-reh Ogh-ne-ka-nos, or, The Arrow Water, or The Water of the Arrow; just as you fancy."

"Kaw-what?" again interrupted Jobson: a real queer name that-Kah-you-qweerreh Oh-cane-my-nose!"

"Do hold your tongue, Jobson!" said Claypole, "you are enough to drive one crazy!" "Mr. Jobson is not much inclined to poetry, I believe," lisped May Blossom, with a smile dimpling her beautiful mouth.

Poetry is well enough in its place," grumbled Jobson; "in speaking exercises, and so on; but what's poetry to do with naming falls of water, I should like to know?" "Let us call them Meadow Brook Falls," said beautiful Annie Mapes.

"There's no meadow in sight, and your brook is a torrent," said Mayfield.

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

"I think the best way is to go and see them first;" again grumbled Jobson, not much relishing the idea of all the company turning against him.

the organ of the cascade was sounding like the deep strain of the wind in a pine forest.

In about a half hour our pic-nic table was spread with various viands, the table composed of boards spread upon two of the mossy logs, the boards being the product of a sawmill hard by.

This was really the most practical remark yet made, as none of the assemblage had seen 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 to the "Fall" was brought on the tapis.

It was as bewitching an autumn day as ever beamed on the earth, such an one as Doughty loves to fasten upon his glorious canvas. It would have glittered with golden splendor, had it not been toned down by a delicate haze, which could scarcely be seen near by, but which gradually thickened on the distant landscape until it brushed away the outlines of the mountain summits, so that they seemed steeped in a delicious swoon.

"Let us call them the Falls of Aladdin," said enchanting Rose Rosebud, lifting her azure eyes to the jewelled autumn foliage that glittered around.

"The Falls of the Ladder!" caught up Jobson: "the very name!-why, it describes the Falls exactly! I wonder we haven't thought of that name before. The water looks like a ladder exactly, coming down them big rocks."

"I'll tell you what," said Paddock, "I've now been all about the cataract, and seen it at all points. I've hit upon the very name, I think. What say you to the Falls of the Bounding Deer?"

"But where's the Deer?" grumbled Jobson, now thoroughly out of humor from the contempt with which his last observation had been treated.

"Do be quiet, Mr. Jobson," chimed in the girls, "and let us hear what Mr. Paddock urges in favor of his beautiful name."

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See," said Paddock, pointing upward, see where the upper Fall bounds from yon dark cleft of rock, and, gathering itself in that basin for another effort, gives another leap down its path, and then, gathering itself once more in the lower basin, shoots away to the protecting woods!"

Capital name! Just the thing, Mr. Paddock!" again broke out the chorus of girls, like a dangling of silver bells.

We left the village, trotted up hill and down, and skimmed over flats, until we arrived at the long descent of a mile, beginning at the log-hut of old Saunsalis, and ending in Mamakating Hollow at the outskirts of Wurtsboro'. Here we turned short at the left, and pursued our way over a narrow country road through the enchanting scenery of the Hollow toward our destination. After passing farm-houses peering from clumps of trees, meadows, grainfields, and woodlands, we came to a by-road leading through a field. Here the little brook (Fawn of the "Bounding Deer") sparkled by our track, crossing in its capricious way the road, thereby forcing us to ford it, and then recross its ripples. We now came to the end of our road; and alighting, we tied our steeds to the willows and alders scattered along the streamlet's bank. Each one (laden with the pic-nic baskets) then hastened onward, for the low deep bleat of the "Deer" was sounding in our ears. We directly came to a sawmill, with a high broken bank in front. Over this impediment our path lay, and over it must we go. Accordingly we did go; and, descending the other side, the "Deer" was before us. 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 cut 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 Fall-some and hollow of the umber banks and gray

"The Falls of the Bounding Deer be it then!"

The name being thus satisfactorily settled, we all commenced scrutinizing more closely the lovely lair of the "Bounding Deer."

rocks blazed with yellow golden rods and sky-blue asters.

How beautiful, how radiant, how glorious, the American foliage in autumn! No pen, unless dipped in rainbows, can do it justice. And, amidst this brilliant beauty, down her pointed rocks, down flashed the "Bounding Deer," white with the foam of her eager and headlong speed.

The boys now prepare for another excursion amongst the rocks of the "Falls."

The last we saw of the excellent Count he was going down the steep bank on the sliding principle, shouting with all his might, and presenting a rare sight of "ground and lofty tumbling" quite edifying to behold.

We now all looked. True, the deep hollow beneath was quite forsaken. No ladies were there to be seen. Marvelling somewhat at the sudden disappearance, we all descended from our respective perches by the ladders formed of the branches, roots and tough grape vines, and set foot upon the hollow where our dinner had transpired. Looking around at the banks by which we were surrounded, we at length saw the girls emerge from a twisted ravine at the lower part of the hollow scarcely discernible from the foliage with which it was roofed, and found from the wreaths of moss, ground pine and wild flowers in their hair and around their persons, that they had been also making explorations, although in a lower region than ours.

Some climb the dangling grape vines; some clutch the roots of the slanting pine trees; and some find footing in the narrow fissures. Soon the gray rocks and yellow banks are scattered over with them. Ascending the very loftiest pinnacle by the roots of trees and the profuse bushes, the scene was wild, picturesque, and romantic in the extreme. A little below, bristled the points of the rocks with cedars, dwarf pines, and towering hemlocks shooting from the interstices. 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 edge, grassy shelf, yawning cleft, and jutting ledge, was the broad deep hollow through which the "Deer" (mottled with sunshine and shadow) leaped away to the woods beyond, whilst in the meadow was seen the little "Fawn" tripping along its green banks until lost in the verdure of the valley. Add to these, the glittering tints that had been showered from autumn's treasury, and the effect was complete. But, where are the girls?

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He said he knew one relating to this very spot, and accordingly commenced:

"In the old times, before the foot of the white man had startled the beaver from the stream, or his axe sent the eagle screaming with rage from his aërie on the lofty pine tree, there dwelt a tribe by these waters, an offshoot of the powerful Mohawks. They were called the tribe of the Deer, and had for their chieftain “ Os-ko-ne-an-tah,” meaning also the Deer. He had one daughter, beautiful as the day, who was named "Joque-yoh," or the Bluebird, for the melody of her voice. Jo-que-yoh was affianced to a young brave of her father's tribe named "To

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Oui, oui!" exclaimed the Count de (a French nobleman of illustrious descent, and a most amiable, intelligent, and accomplished gentleman), "where de demoiselles-ke-ah," or the Oak. They were tenderly atI no see 'em!"

"The what?" asked Jobson.

tached to each other. Often when the moon 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 by the margin of this very basin, and while Jo-que-yoh touched with simple skill the strings of her Indian lute, To-ke-ah sang of love and the sweet charms of his mistress. In the war-path the young brave thought only of her, and the scalps he took were displayed to her sight in token of his prowess. In the chase, he still thought of her solely, and the gray coat of the deer and the brindled skin of the fierce panther were laid at her feet. The vest of glossy beaver fur which encompassed her lovely form was the spoil of his arrow. And the eagle plume which rose gracefully from her brow was plucked by his hand from the wing of the haughty soarer of the clouds, that his unerring bow had brought to the dust. Time passed on-the crescent of Jo-que-yoh's beauty was enlarging into the

With a wild scream Jo-que-yoh rushed away again to her wigwam; with a wild scream she asked for To-ke-ah, and no answer being returned, she darted to her canoe fastened in the cave above the upper leap.

to the margin the drooping form of his daughter. She was dead! A stream of blood poured from her fractured temple, and the father held in his arms only the remains of the loved and still lovely Jo-que-yoh. But a warrior now came rushing down the rocks with "Jo-queyoh! Jo-que-yoh!" loud upon his tongue. It was To-ke-ah. He had wandered farther than he thought, and hurrying home had found the wigwarm of Jo-give-yoh empty. Dashing down the precipice in his mad search, he now came upon the sorrowing group. Jo-queyoh! Jo-que-yoh!" he screamed, tearing the dead from the arms of the father, but Jo-queyoh did not answer. Jo-que-yoh !" said the proud forest man, bending his head aside in his uncontrollable grief; "I am lost without thee!" But no Jo-que-yoh spoke. She had gone to the far land of the happy in search of To-ke-ah.

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. Another moon, and he was to lead Jo-que-yoh as his bride to his lodge. The happy day at length arrived, and as soon as the first star trembled in the heavens, the joyous ceremonial was to take place. Sunset came, "I go for To-ke-ah!" 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 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 light 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, decked in all his finest splendor, to give away the bride. To-ke-ah she knew had departed in the afternoon upon a neighboring trail for a brighter eagle plume to adorn the brow of his lovely bride on this the evening of their bridal. Something has detained him, but he will soon come. She fixed her large dark elk-like eye upon the star. Momentarily it brightened and again another footstep. It was the maiden she had dispatched upon the rocks to watch for her the approaching form of To-ke-ah. Large and brighter grew the star, but still the absent came not. A shuddering fear began to creep into her bosom. Nothing could detain the absent from her but one reason-death! Larger and brighter grew the star until now it flashed like the eye of To-ke-ah from its home in the heavens. Still the absent came not. Tears began to flow, and she at length started in wild fear from her couch of sassafras to the towering rock to see if she could not behold the approach-earth. ing shape of To-ke-ah. By this time the sky was sparkling with stars, and a feeble light was shed upon the forests. She saw the pointed rocks around her-she saw the two leaps of the torrent through their rugged pathway-she saw the still black basins on which the stars were glittering, but no To-ke-ah. "To-ke-ah! To-ke-ah! Jo-que-yoh awaits thee!" she cried, but she heard only the plunging of the torrents, and the song of the whippowill wailing as if in echo to her woe. Tremblings seized her limbs, her heart grew sick, and she was nigh swooning upon the rock, when she saw a form hurrying from the woods where the trail began. "To-ke-ah!" she shrieked joyfully, "I have been sad without thee!" and she was about casting herself into the arms of the form, when she found it was the youth who had accompanied To-ke-ah in the chase.

"Is not the brave here?" asked the youth, with astonishment; "I left him at the first

Then took To-ke-ah the lifeless maiden in his arms and cast himself prostrate on the

"To-ke-ah!" said the father, "a great warrior should not weep like the deer in his last agony. Rouse thee! it is Os-ko-ne-an-tah that speaks!"

But To-ke-ah answered not. He only lay and shuddered.

"Shall the tall tree of my tribe turn to a willow?" again asked Os-ko-ne-an-tah, and this time sternly. "Rise, bravest of my people, behold! even the maidens see thee!"

But To-ke-ah answered not. He only lay and shuddered.

Then bent Os-ko-ne-an-tah over both and essayed to take from To-ke-ah the form of Jo-que-yoh. But the moment the father touched his daughter, To-ke-ah leaped to his feet with Jo-que-yoh in his arms, and pealing his war-hoop, flourished his keen hatchet over the head of the father.

"Go!" shouted he, whilst his eye flamed madly in the light of the pine torches that now kindled up the scene. "Go! Jo-que-yoh