Then down again it rain'd an ember shower, And howls amidst his wilderness of fire: Alas! too late, we reach'd and smote those Hurons dire! XVIII. "But as the fox beneath the nobler hound, XIX. "Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls That we should bid an ancient friend convey * Manitou, Spirit or Deity. XX. "And I, the eagle of my tribe,* (9) have rush'd With this lorn dove."-A sage's self-command Had quell'd the tears from Albert's heart that gush'd; But yet his cheek-his agitated hand That shower'd upon the stranger of the land A soul that was not wont to be unmann'd: child! XXI. "Child of a race whose name my bosom warms, Whose grandsire was my early life's compeer. XXII. And, Julia! when thou wert like Gertrude now, Can I forget thee, fav'rite child of yore? *The Indians are distinguished both personally and by tribes by the name of particular ani. mals, whose qualities they affect to resemble, either for cunning, strength, swiftness, or other qualities:-as the eagle, the serpent, the fox, or bear. Or thought I, in thy father's house, when thou To meet and kiss me at my journey's end? But where was I when Waldegrave was no more? And thou didst pale thy gentle head extend, In woes, that ev'n the tribe of deserts was thy friend!" XXIII. He said and strain'd unto his heart the boy; The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook XXIV. Yet deem not goodness on the savage stock Calumet of peace-The Calumet is the Indian name for the ornamented pipe of friendship, which they smoke as a pledge of amity. tTree-rock'd cradle.-The Indian mothers suspend their children in their cradles from the boughs of trees, and let them be rocked by the wind. He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe: XXV. "Sleep wearied one! and in the dreaming land Shouldst thou to-morrow with thy mother meet, (15) O! tell her spirit, that the white man's hand Hath pluck'd the thorns of sorrow from thy feet; While I in lonely wilderness shall greet Thy little foot-prints-or by traces know The fountain, where at noon I thought it sweet To feed thee with the quarry of my bow, And pour'd the lotus-horn, or slew the mountain-roe. XXVI. "Adieu! sweet scion of the rising sun! But should affliction's storms thy blossoms mock, * From a flower shaped like a horn, which Chateaubriand presumes to be of the lotus kind, the Indians in their travels through the desert often find a draught of dew purer than any other water. XXVII. So finish'd be the rhyme (howe'er uncouth) Then forth uprose that lone wayfaring man; (17) But dauntless he, nor chart, nor journey's plan In woods required, whose trained eye was keen As eagle of the wilderness, to scan His path, by mountain, swamp, or deep ravine, Old Albert saw him from the valley's side- PART II. I. A VALLEY from the river shore withdrawn |