Beadle's Dime Library, Vol. II, No. 14 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Thayendanegea, the Scourge. — in the goblet; when Sir’ William returned, and pouring out a glass of liquor for the Mohawk, also put a hearty draught in ‘his own goblet, and raising it to his lips, said: * We will drink to King George and our future friendship, Aroghyadeeka; and then we will smoke a peace-pipe together, as we have often done before; and sweep away all clouds from between us.” He drank, and almost upon the/instant be- gan to feel the effects of the poison. * Dog! you have slain me!” he gasped, as he strove to reach the door. * You first, Thayendanegea next!” said the old murderer, as he pushed the already tot- tering baronet baek in his chair; where he gasped for only a few ‘moments, and then stiffened ia death. Then hastening away, he met Guy Johnson first, to whom he said: ‘The great chie! is sick—maybe he'll die A gleam of pleasure, rather than of pain, shot from the eyes of the heartless ne Lair, when he heard this news, but he) wala not avoid alarming the family, and. himself ,has+ tening to the) baronet’s room. All was now excitement and. monrning through the mansion, and all the settlement. Weeping and wailing was. seen and heard upon every hand, for, as a master and a friend, as ‘a husband and a father, no one was ever more loved than he, The physician, who, had so long known every aymptom of his ailings, and every fault of his constitution, decided that the baronet had died of apoplexy, for he knew nothing of the nature of the poison, which he had taken, and the appearance of the deceased was such as is left cos apoplectic, fit. . None, for,a moment, thought how,he had, perished, for he had been in usual health until a few mo- ments.of the time when he perished. John, who at once became a baronet, as the only son and nearest heir of his father, though eonvulsed with grief—for he was an affections ate son, no matter what his other, faults were— at onee took possession of his papers, and his last dispatches, and secured them, for he saw their importance. Among the many, who hurried to the room where the corpse laid, was our old friend, Hon Yost, Schuyler. He had ever.an idle way of peeriag about, and searching into, things which did not, much, coneern him, and upon this o¢casion, he took up.the goblet, from, which the poisoned draught had been swallowed, and, amelled, its contents, | if any there were in it, perchance to see if there was.any of his favorite beverage, liquor, leftin it. The moment that he did so, he started, turned pale, and set the gohiet down, « Dunder and blixen, I wonder if der olt man is a pigger, fool dan me, and has made himself avay mit, a suicide !’”’ he muttered, in a low tone, unheard by those. who, were weeping around, and then he went and smell- edof the other glass, which etill contained some. liquor, and.this he did not, seb, down with.such haste and tremor as the other, And as now, Aroghyadecka, was tellin his, tale, which was that the late, baronet ha sent a runner to him to bid him come and see him, that, he did, so, and, while talking, Sir William, suddenly fell back in his chair in a dying state—Hon Yost listened to the story with all atttention, peat shook his head, as he stood, back frum the rest, and muttered to himself: “ Dere’s someting tam plack in dis matter. Old Mohawk know ,all apout..dat poison, De baronet, uncle Sir, Pill, didn't know. it. Someting plack, and if I don’t find it out, den I'm a pigger fool dan some folks take me to be 1"? Neither his words or actions were, over- heard or noticed, for the company in tha reom,, were too much.ongaged in looking upon the, eorpse, and hearing the narration of the only. witness to the baronet’s illness. CHAPTER, XXVIII. few hours, later, and night had b hfe of darkness over the earth.- he Mohawk chief, ha’f drunk with liquor, obtained: from, Mr..0’Whackem and othera, whe had wished to hear his tale of the baro- net’s endden illness and, death, was reeling along toward his village, when he snddenly came upon a camp by the side of the trail or path. and saw Hon Yost sitting by the fire, adecka approaching. -hatehet rais _ vill, go and tell Yon Y smoking as usual, for it was indeed unusual to see him without that appendage there. “Hallo, olt Tuyvelbug, stop here a minute. or two!” cried Hon Yost, as he saw Aroghy- “] want a word mit yous S’pose you taxe a trink mit me now, ike’ you did mit Uncle Sir Pill to-day! J won't put no cround-hemlock in my pottle!” Drunk as the old Indian was, the startling words of the Dutchman seemed to sober him in an instant. ‘‘What does my pale-faced brother mean ?” he said, first pausing a moment, and then ad- vanoing slowly toward the fire. “ Yust vot i says—I ton’t put eround-hem- lock in my pottle ven I trinks mit minoself !” said the Dutchman, and, as if to prove hie words, he raised a bottle to his lips and drank of its contents. “What does my brotner know of hem- lock ?” asked the wily Indian, approaching still closer to Hon Yvuat. ‘Dat it kills in less time dam you can cut a deer’s troat!’ replied Hon Yost. |“ And more dan dat—to-day dere died mit: hemlock de pest friend you Injun redskins ever had Unele Sir Pill Yonson—und I pelieves dat you Tuyvelbug wasde one dat kill him: mit it |” “You'll never say so much to other ears, dog of a pale-face |!” eried the Indian, and at a bound he sprang upon Hon Yost with his ad for a death-blow. But the Dutchman was too much used to Indians and their ways to. be entirely unprepared for the assault, sudden as it was, Stooping suddenly, almost to the ground, he evaded the blow of tlie hatchet, and cateh- ing him by the legs, fairly toppled him over, and pitched him headlong into the fire... With a wild yell of rage as well as pain, the Mo- hawk sprung through the blaze, and waa about to renew a struggle, which he knew would be of death to one or the other—and. he feared the divulging of the seeret gained by Hon Yost more than he did death, for to a shameful death he knew it would bring him. An Indian would sooner endure any tortare than perish by the gallows—for it is ‘a belief with every tribe which I have known, that the spirit of an Indian who has) been hangéd, ean never enter the happy hunt- ing-vroands above—their’ heaven— would be more careful how they deserved hanging. _ But Hon Yost had reached his rifle before the Indian could make his second leap, and, with it cocked and full-levelled at the breast of the maddened chief, he eried-: “Tf ever you pray, you olt heathem tog, doit quick: now, for a tead Injun I'll make mit you yustso sure as I live!” fire of desperation,.was in his eye, and he would haye bounded forward to meet. his death—for the aim of Hon Yost never failed — | but).at) this moment the white-haired and mysterious Indian,, whom we haye seen so, few times, stepped from the dark gloom of the woods within the ¢irele of fire-light right between Hon Yost and his intended victim, “Ugh! Ogahtee’s spirit comea to curse. ' me!” yelled Avoghyadecka, wildly,and drop-., ping his uplifted hatehet, he turned and fled madly away into the woods. * Cot in himmel, you spoiled the best. shot. T could have made dis ten, years!” growled Hon Yost, as he, lowered his gun, sulkily, and took. up his bottle from. the ground, | only to find that its contents had been wasted in the struggle, because the cork was out, “ Dunder, und) .,’blixen,. und. my, prandy- wines gone to ter tuyvel! more worse, I 8’pose next mine shmoke-pipe sh. ,proke, to smagh—no,,, dere, it. ish!” » growled, a little mollified to find that at least one comfort was left) to, him...“ Vy for you not let,me shoot dat Tuyvelpug Injun?” he continued, ‘His time has not come, and it is not: by your hand that he must.die!” said Ogahtee, quie tly. “ Vii, den; de, Tuyvelbug shall hang, for I fader de cround-hemlock dat make him die !” “Noj the Great Spirit has given him: to -me. For many.a weary moon—many & long}, year--I, have suffered at.his hands. For him ut must:} wander forevermore in a place of woe and | darkness. And well it were if whites thouglit ‘ the same—the Be Pep l hesitated a moment, but the. e Worser. and. onson who. give. his, 17 chief died at his hands, for both were linked in the treachery which made my hairs white as winter's snow, while yet Iwas young and, strong as the oak. For a squaw I was sold from sunlight to darkness—a warrior killed to make my tribe think I was slain, and those J loved sent far away!” “Und Unele Sir Pill did all dis to you, Mr Vite-haired Injun—all dis; end for a voman squaw ?” “Yes; | have spoken—and my tongue is not forked !” “Dat is so; I know dat for true for dis lon time. I have hunt mit you, eat mit yon, an smoke mit you. But you bromise, me. dis long: , times to tell vot I may call, your names, un vy me kill dears und oder game for Dyagettos und vy you knows all apout everypodies, und dey knows nothing apout you!” “The time has come, my brother, I am Ogahtee, the true chief of the Mohawks—. Dyagetto is my wife—Thayendanegea my, son |” “ Dunder und blitzen, you vos tead so long, ago, as ven 1 vos @ poy, und now you comes, |, back to life!" * You brought me back to life when you helped me from the cave. I have waited long, for revenge, One is gone—the other foe shall follow before another sun sinks, from the sky. down to rest !” “ Dat is coot, put I must see der fun !” “You shall be with my tribe when J show them my boy, and prove who and what J am. But I must see him soon; he must know, too, who I am, and know that, he has, rights too . long kept in darkness from his eyes!” * Dat, too, is coot ; und for you I will go und send him to our old lodge !” “It is well—go! I will be there before the light shines in the. morning... Now I go to see Dyagetto, and she shall no longer mourn for me, and think that the Spirits of the Night take food to her!” ** All is coot, den, und I shall be so glad as never vos wen I sees de fun mit old Tuyvel- pug to-morrow !” The two now parted, the one going toward Johnson Hall, the other toward the Mohawk village, both following, the trail even in the darkness, with that certainty which only long practice in the forest ean give to man, CHAPTER XXIX, | Within a lodge, which bore the signs of the . amoke and the weather, of many, seasons, sat Dyagetto, the noble mother of Thayenda- negea—sat there alone, working, upon some, of tlie choice and beautiful embroidery peeu- liar to her nation—probably upon some. gar- ment or ornament for her beloved, children, for never mother loved children with, deeper love than she. And why, one would ask, did she prefer thus to dwell so far away from them in that lone lodge? ; For two reasons, and both compatible with the natural, proud nobility, and the un ing faithfulness of her character. irst, though for the sake of the oare and advancement of her children, she was Mp. that they should dwell, beneath the roof » Johuson Hall, for herself she would accept no favor at the hands of the lordly and wealthe owner; forshe knew but too well whathe had done to gain the loveliest maiden of the Mo- hawk tribe, whom her father, Aroghyadecka would part with upon no terms, as she had been led to believe, but the death of her loved husband, and the perpetual banishment of herself and children; while he, bold and wily villain that he was, was, through Sir William’s boundless. influence, raised to the position of chief of the Mohawks, whieh, by right of heritage, as well as valor, belonged to the noble Ogahtee, her husband. Broken- hearted, and too proud to bear her shame, the bartered maiden—Aroghyadecka’s daughter— died; and then the baronet, felt keenly the price of his wrong to Ogahtee, supposing, as all did, that the brave chief had fallen by the. hand of an assassin—for a body, clad. in his pesca unreeognizably mutilated, had, . n found and buried -as Ogahtee, with all |) the honors of his tribe, in their aneiynt, buria}. = But, as we have seen, it, was not he... utone who, belonging to another tribe, and. disappeared suddenly, was. supposed, bat o have been the assassin who had, done. the . my wife and children were sent far from me | base deed, while, by the merciless cruelty of toward the sunset, and he must: fall by m hand. It was.as well, too, that. the pale-taced qeokbyadecks, Ogahtee was buried . in the. P Tecesses of a cave, wherefrom no egreaa + ‘GOMmG IOOKS. ew =~