"Oh! how I wish there was a doctor, or even a house near, that we might have some aid for this faithful friend! Oh! must he die?" said Kate. "White Fawn sees that I must die. He Canada Indian. Me 'spect he kill me one day. He never tire on the trail." It would have made a beautiful picture. The poor Indian lay on the ground at full length, his head resting in the lap of Kate, his bosom heaving with the effort to breathe, while the blood, despite the appliances, ever and anon, silently flowed from the breast, or rattled and gurgled within, at every breathing. Henry Buel bent over him as tenderly as a brother, wiping his brow, and frequently applying cold water to his lips, and washing his face with the same. The bright glare of the fire showed every change in his face. "Cassiheeno," said he, in a tremulous voice, "you are badly wounded, and you know too much about gun-shot wounds, not to know that you are dangerously hurt, and I greatly fear, though I hope and pray differently, that you may die soon. I greatly fear”— "That me die any moment! Me know, 'fore sun rise-never see him face again, me dead. You good friend to me always, now want ask you questions which trouble me." "Do so, dear Cassiheeno, and anything I can do for you now, or after you are gone, I will promise to do most faithfully." "Well, you know me friend to Americans, me scout, fight, get wounded, and now be killed, 'cause friend to your people. Canada Indian say you all thief. Great while ago you come over great water. Indian then own all. White man take land. Indian move further off. Was that right? What say you? Me much troubled about it." "It is true, that we have got your lands and your rivers; but it is also true, that we paid you for them." "That no seem pay. 'Spose now you be Boston. You buy him all for few dollar, and now you take great price for little piece-just so much cow eat one morning. You no pay Indian so much! You no say that right?" 66 Cassiheeno, I want you to look straight, and have your eyes wide open. Do you remember my meeting you one day with a dry root th your hand,-and what I said to you?" "Yes. You take him, look at him, ask me what do with him. Me say, going burn him. You say give him me, and I give you piece of tobacco. Me say yes, and sell him." "Well, did I not give you all the root was worth to you?" "Yes, plenty much." ful rifle is worth,-this-which you have often admired?" "Why, 'spose him worth fifty silver dollar." "Very well. Now the stock which you so much admire, was made of that root which you sold me for the tobacco. By adding a barrel, lock, trimmings, and working it, the root is now come to be worth fifty dollars. But when I bought it, I gave you all it was worth at that time! Just so we, when we bought your lands, gave you all they were worth. They were worth no more to you than any piece of hunting ground. By our working on them, building roads, and bridges, houses, and stores, and streets, like my rifle, they are now worth a great deal. You see it would be wrong to come to me now and demand that I pay you for the root all that my rifle is now worth. Don't you see that, Cassiheeno?" "Yes, me see him plain now." "How much did you get for that deer which you tamed, and sold at Boston last summer?" "Ten dollar." "What was he worth when wild, at the time you caught him?" "He worth nothing. Me sell him for two mouthfuls tobacco." 66 Very well. You see it is labour and skill bestowed on anything that makes it valuable. My fathers did not give the Indians much for their wild lands, because they were not worth much." "Me see it all now-all plain. My eyes wide open-see straight. Thank God, no more wicked feeling come up in my heart about it. White man work like horse, and grow greatIndian no work, grow small." "If I am not right, my dear friend, it is unintentional. I have answered you as a child would about a father, whom he knew to be honest and true-hearted. But now, Cassiheeno, there is a more important question which I wish to ask you." "Me answer straight and plain and true." "You are a dying man. Before the sun rises, you think you will be dead. I want to know where you think you will go then?" "What for you ask? You curiosity?" "No. But as a Christian, and a believer in the Bible, I feel anxious about your spirit. Oh! why didn't I talk with you about it before, when you were well! Do you know anything about Jesus Christ! Did you ever hear of mercy through him?” "Me know much about that. Long, long time ago, me very young, go east of Albany to see Indians at Kaunaumeek (Nassau). In little log house, in green wood, live pale man, all 'lone-nobody but Indian near him. He send ten, twenty mile for bread. He look sick, "And how much do you suppose this beauti- | but meet Indian, talk to them out of the Spirit Book, he pray with them. Make much prayer, and many times look on Indian, and say 'poor friends!' and his eyes all run down with tears. Me stay many months, and learn much from him." "But could he speak the Indian language?" "No; but he have young Indian, John Wauwaumpequunnaunt-who take what he say and make him into Indian." utter sentiments so sublime, and to die a death so beautiful!" said Kate. "He has been taught of heaven," said Buel. When the morning light had returned, Kate came out of her bed of hemlock boughs, and found Buel sitting over the embers of the fire, not having dared to kindle it enough to create a light. "Are you able to ride, Miss Hamilton? I "What can you remember about his teach- trust we shall find a house and some breakfast within a few miles." ing?" "Remember Son of God came down to earth, look like man, he preach, make miracle, same as make sick man well, blind man see, brokenbone man jump up and run like deer. He die for sinner; white man sinner, Indian sinner. He in heaven now, and love poor sinner who pray to him with sorry for sin. He send good heart and spirit, make heart sick, and then well and glad with joy, and make sinner no want to sin any more." “Have you been in the habit of praying, my friend?" "Always; ever since be with pale white man. "But how can the death of Jesus Christ save so many sinners?" "Just same little piece gold buy very much thing. He worth so much more-He Son of God, He all good, He all beautiful." "Yes; but where is the body of our poor Indian friend?" "I have taken care of that. I have deposited it where his bitterest foes cannot find it, to get his scalp." "Buried him?" "Yes; but so deep in the lake that no one will find the body. I do not believe I could myself find it in a week. I sewed him up in his own blanket, and then in birch bark, for a coffin; I put in stones enough to sink and keep it down. The faithful creature will there sleep till the resurrection. We must go." "You look tired, Henry!" "I am; but it is not safe to remain here, even if my business were not most urgent." Kate cast a mournful look on the beautiful lake, now turning to silver under the light of morning. The loon sent up his mournful cry -the only watcher left to guard the dead. "Do you feel that you shall go to Him when The travellers mounted, and went onwards. you die?" "Oh! yes. Me certain Jesus Christ no forget poor Indian. Me never forget him one day. Me hope see Him, hope see pale missionary-man, hope see John Wauwaumpequunnaunt 'fore morning. Have no fear, inside eyes all open, inside heart all still and smooth like Lake Sanhellon, which you call 'The Beautiful.' I very weak now, 'spose Canada Indian come get scalp now." A short time after the important battles which terminated in the surrender of Bur goyne, and which will render the name of Saratoga memorable for ever, just at evening, while the guns which were fired over the grave of the brave Fraser were booming over the valley of the Hudson, a solitary horseman was seen approaching the head-quarters of General Washington. His horse, jaded and drooping, "No, not till he gets my life first, my dear showed that he had been hard ridden. The brother!" rider was pale and haggard, with one arm in a sling. His officer's uniform was soiled and worn. The sentinel at the outpost hailed him, and delivered him over to the proper officer; by whom, in turn, he was conducted to the tent of the Commander-in-chief. On dismounting, and entering, this great nobleman of nature arose and received him, in a kind tone of voice, though without a smile, and inquired if he had communications for him. "Oh! thank you, thank you. Now put my hands on my breast, there, me never move again till angel-trumpet awake me. O Lord Jesus, pity poor ignorant and simple Indian! Make him white like snow, make him bright like sun, make him beautiful like rainbow, make him all good like thy own self, and let him live with thee for ever, so longer sun and moon shine.-Amen." The tears of beautiful Kate fell fast upon the face of the dying man. She gently called him "brother," but he could speak no longer. The young officer took his hand, but it was cold. The bosom heaved gently a few times and was still. Not a finger straightened or moved as his spirit left the body. "Who would have expected a poor Indian to "A despatch from General Gates, sir." Washington hastily took the papers,-asked the messenger to be seated,-and in a moment was buried in their contents. As he read, his countenance lighted up, a smile played around his mouth, and once or twice it seemed as if a tear would drop from his eyes. "You bring good, great, joyful news, sir. Providence has indeed smiled upon our cause once more. The result, of all others, which at the present moment I could have desired. It will cheer and send courage and hope through the country. You must have ridden hard to reach me so quickly, sir." "My horse is much jaded, sir." "And your arm?" Hamilton,-the same beautiful girl whom he had conducted out of the state of New York, and placed with his sister, till such a time as she could discover her father's residence. By an unexpected legacy, Major Buel had come in possession of a pretty property, and for the times, was comparatively wealthy. One would think he might now have been contented and "Was marked by an ugly customer from the happy. But no! the fellow must tease Kate, enemy." "Is it not painful?" and make her flutter and blush, and declare that she never could think of it without her father's knowledge and blessing, till, in order to have the right to be near him, and nurse "I am so much delighted, sir, to have the honour of bearing the despatch, and of seeing your face, sir, that I do not notice my pain-him, she did consent-to marry him! How can or not very much." it be wondered at? She knew not that she had a father or a friend in the world. They took a house, and a happy home it was. "Rest to-night, sir, and in the morning, with a fresh horse, I shall want you to return with communications. But, Major Buel"— "Lieutenant Buel, sir, if you please. I have riage, Major Buel was the Government Agent the honour to be Lieutenant" "Very well, sir, that will do for to-night. But the terms in which your General speaks of your services, in times past, as well as in the late battles are such, that when you call at my tent to-morrow morning, you will receive a commission as Major." The young officer blushed and bowed, but was too much surprised to make any reply. Washington instantly saw the state of his mind, and at once entered into long and minute inquiries as to the battles, their order, commencement, termination, and the like. He seemed to comprehend the whole at once. After a protracted conversation he said, "Major, you must need rest, and your arm must need attention. At sunrise to-morrow morning, all shall be ready for you." Then calling an officer, he said, “Conduct Major Buel to his quarters. He is to rest undisturbed by company, and be ready for an early start: and as his horse is jaded, he will take Hawk-eye instead. Call in my aids." With his commission, Major Buel returned to his own standard; but his arm was so shattered that it was soon apparent that he must either lose the limb, or leave the army for the present. The latter alternative was pressed upon him by his General, and with great reluctance he consented to receive a blank furlough, at a time when the hopes and the prospects of his country were becoming brighter and more sure of success. Once more the young Major found himself on the banks of the Piscataqua, in his own humble home, with his own kind sister to nurse him. He had time to look over the past, to recruit his strength, and to take care of his arm, which, owing to neglect, or want of proper management, threatened to take its own time to get well. It must be told, too, that he continued to have some conversations with Kate For three years subsequent to their mar for the troops and forts in that region, and had spared no time or expense in trying to discover the father of his wife, if, indeed, he was living; but all in vain. He had written in all directions, and inquired of every Indian whom he met. They had about given up all search, when, meeting with a Mic-Mac Indian, the Major received information that excited attention. My dear," said he to his wife, "I beg you will not have your expectations too much.raised; but Keelo, a Mic-Mac, has described a man who, as I hope, may prove to be your father." "Oh! that it may be as I wish and pray!" and the tears fell fast. "I must go with you in the search, and so must Annette.' "Annette! why, it is far off through the deep, howling wilderness! You would not take our child, but two years old, through these perils?" The Miramichi, in the province of New Brunswick, is a noble river, heading far up the forest, where none but the hunter's foot had ever trod. The tall pines that lined its banks were untouched by the feller's axe, and lifted themselves up to a magnificent height. Far up among these pines, by itself alone, stood a cottage-as if declining all intercourse with men. Its only inhabitant was an aged man, who lived solitarily enough. It was plain that he had means enough, for the forest-men brought for his use furniture and luxuries to which they were strangers. The old man seemed to hold little or no intercourse with the world. His amusement was in reading a fine collection of books, and now and then in taking a fine salmon from the river, on whose banks his dwelling stood, or shooting a deer as he came into his little clover-field back of his house. The forest-men said he had been there some years, but nobody seemed to know anything about him. "Father!" What was his amazement! There stood a little girl, resting her beautiful head on his knee, in all the confidence and loveliness of childhood-the very image of Kate! And there knelt Kate herself, with her hands on his arm and shoulder, while a fine-looking man stood near to support her! Convulsively he clenched his fist, and turned away his head. Oh! that was the child who had deceived him, as he thought, and ran off and married a rebel soldier! And that was the man who had inThe old man kept his house, garden, and flicted a wound so cruel! But, though he premises very neat. Every day he would go averted his face, and shut his fist, the father out and take exercise, and then sit down and struggled hard. He did not repel the dear read, or live over the past, and have the reve- little Annette. He did not shake off his child: ries of age-what he might, and would do, if He said not a word; but when his daughter he could be young again. At his window was could command herself so as to relate the whole a beautiful rose-bush in full blossom, and the circumstances of her departure, of her marinside of the cottage was tastefully arranged. riage, and of her history, the tears fell fast and One day he sat down to his books, and, after scalding. He clasped his daughter to his heart, reading for a time, he fell asleep and dreamed. and, sobbing like a child, exclaimed, "Oh, my He was carried back for years, to the time child! my child! what a long dream of sorrow when Kate was a bright little child, and danced I have had! I have prayed often and much, around him like a sunbeam in his dwelling. that my sorrows might do me good, but never He dreamed that she stood before him in all expected to have them turned into joy! What the joyousness of childhood, making her ring- sorrows came on me on your DEPARTURE—” ing notes to thrill upon his heartstrings. He "Yes, dear father; but what joys will folawoke for he heard her utter the name of low-THE RETURN!" THE ERECTION OF ST. STEPHEN'S CATHEDRAL AN AUSTRIAN LEGEND. BY C. B. BURKHARDT. AUTHOR OF "FAIRY TALES AND LEGENDS OF MANY NATIONS," ETC. Ir was long past midnight. Alone in his silent chamber sat the old master Octavian Falkner, busily engaged upon draughts and plans; the councilmen of the city of Vienna had entrusted a most important and difficult work to his skill,-the building of St. Stephen's Cathedral. Falkner was known near and far as the most skilful of architects, and many a town and city owed much of its splendour and beauty to his taste and talent; but this time he could hit upon no plan that satisfied his ambition. It was his wish and desire to make this, his last work, a building truly worthy to be called the house of the Lord, a fit temple for the worship of the Most High; for Falkner was already much advanced in years, and had daily to expect that the great Architect of the universe would recall him from his earthly labours. Thus he had already passed many a night in thought and study, had drawn many a plan, but had still found none to satisfy the elevated ideas of grandeur which possessed his soul. And even now, when the first gray dawn of day peeped through his window, and his lamp flickered dimly, Master Falkner still held in his hand the drawing-pencil with which he had already sketched so many plans, only to reject them all again. A gentle knock was now heard at the door, and a young man, strongly and well built, but of exceeding personal beauty and gentleness of features, entered the room. Respectfully he bowed, holding his black velvet cap in his hand, as he asked in a sonorous and gentle voice, "Whether Master Falkner wanted a workman?" The old man's penetrating look rested for a long time upon the youth; it seemed strange that a workman should come to seek employ at so early an hour-but the longer the master looked upon his visiter, the more he felt favourably inclined towards him; and suddenly a new light seemed to dawn upon his senses-the plan which, so long, he had sought in vain, was at once clearly and firmly impressed upon his soul. The whole grand structure of the Cathedral was before his mind's eye, and quickly, with firm and experienced hand, he sketched the single sections of the magnificent plan. As, with a happy face and thankful heart, he overlooked the whole, he again perceived the stranger, who still stood at a respectful distance modestly awaiting a reply. "Thou art most welcome," exclaimed the master, proffering his hand; "your appearance was well-timed, and now you shall steadily assist me at this building, the plan of which became clear and distinct to my mind the instant I beheld you. And should my strength fail me before my great plan is accomplished, you shall finish the edifice in my stead, for you seem to have appeared to me like a messenger from my Lord and Master, to whose honour and glory I have already built many a temple, and am now about to build the last. Enough, we shall remain together." The foreman, whose name was Piedro, was a man of most repulsive personal appearance; his hair and beard were coarse and red, his small gray eyes lay deep beneath a sharply projecting forehead, and the malicious expression of his ugly face was positively fiendish. The master himself could gain no proper confidence in this man, and would much rather have confided the supervision of his workmen and apprentices to Angelo, if the latter had only been a little older. Piedro observed this well, and from that hour persecuted the young man with all the hatred and envy of his nature. Wherever he could injure him, or could balk his good intentions, he never missed a chance, and never failed to excite the ill feelings of his fellowworkmen against Angelo. One morning, whilst Angelo, with many others, was working upon a staging at some distance from the foreman, he observed that the staging was but slightly secured, and in danger of breaking down. As the erection and supervision of the stagings was solely the business of the foreman, Angelo called the workmen down from their dangerous position, and went to Piedro to call his attention to the fault in the staging. When he arrived at the place where the foreman was working with about twenty men, he overheard the following conversation. "But why," began Piedro, "should the good city of Vienna erect such a costly building? Are there not churches enough already without this, and is it not a waste of time and money to build one so very magnificent as this? In olden times they had no churches at all, and people were no worse then than now; on the contrary, they were richer and happier, because they did not feed a pack of lazy parsons and priests upon the fruits of their industry, nor build stone churches with them. We are positive fools to work with so much industry and energy upon this building! What, after all, is the difference whether it is completed one year sooner or later? Let us take The youth shook hands with the old master, to confirm the bargain, and that day the foundation of St. Stephen's Cathedral was laid. Everywhere was Angelo - for that was the name of the strange workman-at hand, in every place was he ready with advice and counsel, and although the old master had not communicated his plans to him, yet he seemed to know every line of his design, to the most minute particulars; for wherever old Falkner could not be present and direct the building himself, Angelo did so in his stead, and the master was often no little astonished, when he came and found his plans executed even with--it easy, boys." out his own direction. Besides Angelo, there were of course a great number of other strange workmen employed at the building; all of these were much attached to Angelo, and a friendly word from him would at all times induce them to work cheerfully even beyond the working hours. For the old master, who feared that he would not live to see the completion of his work, hurried them, and his young friend aided his endeavours. By these means the affection of Octavian Falkner towards Angelo increased daily, and often he confided to his skill the execution of a task such as is usually only given to the foreman. "Piedro speaks wisely," commenced another. "The large sums of money which are expended on this building might help the poor of the good city of Vienna out of all sorts of trouble and need. And that would be serving the Lord much better, and in a more reasonable way, than by building expensive churches. Come, let us have a holiday for to-day." "I know," said a third, "that building is necessary; for how else should we get work and the means of living? but why should they always build churches, where painters and sculptors always get as much, or even more money than we? Why don't they build fine |