Part 28 (1/2)
Whatever s of the relations of Leelinau, their resent hunter Once, it is said, two brothers of the rejected maiden lay in ambush to take his life; but as he passed unconsciously near theainst his bosoisaunikwa continued to cherish through a long life his love of peace He obtained a great influence over his own and the neighboring tribes, and succeeded in spreading widely his pacific views At the tie, the calu the northern tribes, and their nureatly increased Waarded as the cause of this felicity But no wife ever cooked the venison in his lodge With the dream of his youth vanished all predilection for the softer sex He had loved and been disappointed
Where he expected to, and behold the inflexible oak!
But in Leelinau also a revolution had been effected Her whole being was transformed What devoted love that anticipated every as incapable of acco, indifference achieved Her soul froisaunikwa At first she thought his conduct caused by some temporary pique or resentment, and trusted to the power of her fascinations to restore him to her nets As time, however, wore on, her hopes becaht upon her soul, that she had trifled with the noblest heart of her nation and driven it for ever away Then it was she felt the desolation no language can express A settled melancholy took possession of her Her eyes lost their fire, her lip its s She would wander alone, far away into the recesses of the forest, speaking to herself in low tones, and weeping at the remembrance of happy days Her health declined rapidly until she became too weak to leave without assistance the couch, where day after day reclined her fading fored two of her mates to support her to the rock, whence she beheld the exploit of Wa, with her wasted hand, the long hair that had fallen over her eyes, gazed sadly on the foa river With a wistful look she followed the course of the cataract fro at the er for her sake and her own repented scorn, then heavily sighed, and leaning her head on the bosom of one of her companions, expired
CHAPTER XXIII
Wide o'er the brim with many a torrent swelled, And the mixed ruin of its banks o'erspread, At last the roused up river pours along: Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes From the rude mountain and the mossy wild
THOMSON'S SEASONS
The coments to Bernard for the entertainh they all seemed to consider the conduct of Wampum-hair inconsistent with his amiable character, and to pity the fate of Leelinau
”The writer must have had some suspicion of the inconsistency hie froic change in his hero, to the application of the child's hand to the head, instead of as before, to the heart This part of the tale is slightly and unskillfully developed”
”I cannot agree with you,” said Faith, ”and think you do your friend injustice The idea is, that the guardian genius exercised a controlling influence over the destiny of the young enius to soften his nature, we rant also the ability to harden it”
”Especially,” observed Pownal, ”as the object of the protecting spirit would have been frustrated, had the lovers been united”
All looked inquiringly towards him for an explanation
”I mean,” said he, ”that with such a fierce little squaw for a wife, the gentleman with the unpronounceable na There certainly would have been ithin the am, however dense the puffs of shed at the sally, but Anne intimated that she would have preferred a different ter, who had listened in silence to the criticis people, ”it teaches a profitable lesson to you girls”
”What is that, Mr Ar ladies should know their own minds”
”A most unreasonable expectation!” exclaimed Anne ”We should become as stupid--as stupid as reasonable people”
”Besides,” said Faith, co to her friend's assistance, ”the story was intended for the benefit of Indian girls, and not for those who read Shakspeare”
”I suspect,” said Bernard, ”that the writer was better acquainted with the Shakspearean ladies, than with Indian girls”
”Why do you think so?” asked Faith
”Do you not observe,” answered Bernard, ”that he confines hieneralities? Not a word does he venture to say about the toilette of the beauty A description of the dress of the heroine, has always been considered indispensable in every tale”
”Poh, Williae critic you are But, probably, there was so little to describe, the author did not think it worth his while”
”And,” said Pownal, ”is anything admissible in a picture which distracts the attention and withdraws it fros and gold chains from portraits”
”Well,” said Bernard, ”I dare say you are right It may be, too, that the dress was indescribable”
”Who is this Manabozho, who co much after all?” inquired Anne ”I a eyes”