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or more than ten millions of miles an hour ! | med's angel ! And then the languages of Rapid travelling that! It is almost to be re Israfil amount to the trifling number of one gretted that Mohammed had not known the million multiplied into itself five times, making rapidity of light, and made his heavens far a row of figures thirty-one in number, which enough apart to justify the conclusion that he would require one of Israfil's tongues to express had travelled that one night rapidly as the most intelligibly! rapid traveller we know ; that is, light flashing Alas for man's credulity! we have no way of through infinite space at the rate of two || dodging by supposing it to be a spiritual jourhundred thousand miles a second! Indeed, 1 ney, since all good Moslems believe Mohammed counting “the infinite tracts of space" beyond performed this journey with his own proper the Lote Tree, perhaps he did travel fast as body. And yet this is but one of the monstrothe light!

sities which constitute the creed of a vast porThat was something of an angel too, seventy tion of the human family. In their design, thousand days' travel between the eyes, or, at credibility, sublime simplicity and results, how the rate of forty miles a day, almost three do the miracles of Jesus Christ contrast with millions of miles! One almost desires to know the absurd imposture of Mohammed? And whether there was a nose there, since two or what a lesson is it also on the profound creduthree worlds like ours melted together and cast lity of men, who have greedily swallowed this into the shape of a nose, would be a mere atom miserable stuff, as though it were the ambrosia to that which surmounted the face of Moham- of heaven !

THE WAY FARING LABORER.

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BY REV. 0, H. A. BULKLEY.

NOBLE is he who treads the paths of earth,

Poor and unknown, to gain his daily bread,

Or delves with spade and plough its turfy bed.
I love the man! his life is better worth
The love of all, his soul of nobler birth,
Than his who, reckless of the toils and tears
Of poverty, will pass luxurious years,

Feasting on fruits that humble effort yields.
Plod on, lone traveller, bear upon thy back
A weight of labors with thy scanty pack;

Traverse with lightsome step the open fields ;
Thy toil is honor, let thy heart be free!

Who does not know that labor influence wields ?
I leave the rich and turn my love to thee!

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THE WIGWAM IN THE FOREST.

BY KATE CLEVELAND.

CHAPTER I.

never slumbering echo gave back the sounds, it

seemed an answer to her summons; but the BENEATH the blossoming fruit trees the voice was hollow, and unlike the sprightly ground was heaped with snow-white flakes of tones that usually greeted her ear. fallen flowers that the wind shook from the Soon the father came from his work in the overladen boughs; for it was early summer, | forest to partake of the noon-day meal, and that season of beauty, which, like early child missing the little arms that twined round his hood, bears within its bosom many a delicate neck, and the warm kisses that met his return, leaf yet to be unfolded-telling not in its fresh he asked for his children. The wife tried to loveliness of autumn's chilly blasts and wither reply with a firm voice, though her heart mised beauty. Beautiful and perishable as are the gave her as she uttered the words, " They will first fair flowers of spring! From the forest come soon.” Their meal was eaten in silence, came the cooing of the wood-dove, and the and the husband prepared to return to his soft, sweet breath of summer, that played labors, when placing her hand on his arm, the among the leaves, whispering low like some mother with faltering voice begged him to go spirit voice. It was a western scene, with its in search of the children. “Perhaps something warm and glowing light, with its wealth of clus has happened; they have fallen into the stream, tering blossoms beneath, and its clear, unclouded or become the prey of some wild animal.” sky above, that beamed with the hue of faith. Gazing upon her tearful face in surprise, the

A mother stood at her cabin door, and looked husband suspected that all was not right, and lovingly forth as she watched the receding prepared to seek the truants. footsteps of her children; gazing till their little In the mean time, the children had wandered forms were lost to view among the forest trees. on to the side of a small stream, and busied Hand in hand they passed; their arms now themselves in throwing pebbles into its liquid twined together in the sweet love of childhood, depths. Again and again their childish laughnow stooping to gather the flowers that sprang ter echoed through the dim old forest, as the beneath their feet. Then they would shout transparent waters closed over the smooth white aloud and clap their hands in childish glee, as a stones, and then reflected them upon the sandy bright-plumed bird flew swiftly past or a brilliant bed beneath. Suddenly those peals of joyous butterfly eluded their unsuccessful springs. laughter turned to agonizing shrieks that rang

Still they wandered on, and the mother harshly upon the air, growing fainter and fainter waited anxiously for their return. Deeper and as though life and strength were fast speeding. deeper grew the sunlight that rested on the i The girl, in bending over to reach a gorgeous vines before the door, and the noon-day meal lily that grew just by the shore, had lost her was spread on the white table; but they came footing and fallen into the stream. She sanknot. Again the mother went forth to listen; | but rose almost immediately to the surface, on the tiny foot-prints were visible from the door which floated her white dress, and the garland till where they were lost among the thick foli of coral blossoms that wreathed her dimpled age, and that sweet picture of childish love shoulders offered a painful contrast to the deathcame before her as when she watched them go like hue of her countenance. Again she sank, forth, perhaps for the last time. A burst of and once more rose to the surface--it was the childish laughter seemed borne upon the air, last time. The boy gazed wildly on that exand the mother listened eagerly, but no sound pression of silent anguish, the forest resounded met her ear. Then she called to them, and the with his shrieks, and, in despair, he was about forest resounded with their names. As the to plunge into the waves. At this moment a

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terrible crackling resounded among the bushes, to gaze upon each article, so new and curious and a noble dog springing forward, bounded to them; and a smile flitted over the sad couninto the stream.

tenance of their host as he marked their deSoon the dripping form of the exhausted light. “Where is the wigwam of the pale child rose to the surface, and proceeding cau face ?" inquired Yacota; “where dwell the tiously forward, the faithful animal laid his bur children of the sunny brow ?" den at the feet of his master. As the boy's Not comprehending the mixture of Indian eyes followed his sister, they rested upon a no and English in which these inquiries were ble-looking Indian who leaned against a tree, | uttered, and losing their sound from the rapid watching with intense interest the motions of tone in which they were spoken, the boy shook his dog. As the sagacious animal laid the his head and made no reply. Again the quesdrowning child at his feet, he took her gently tion was repeated, and from the animated gesin his arms, and placed his hand upon her tures which accompanied it, the boy was able heart to see if it still beat. Slowly the dark to form some idea of his meaning. But as fringed lids began to unclose, and the blue eyes home, with all its attendant joys, rushed upon rested in terror on the dusky face bending over his mind, he threw down the shining beads with her. The boy had unconsciously stolen close to which he had been playing, and clasping his the side of the Indian, and fearful that his sister sister in his arms, sobbed forth : “ Mother! mowould soon be murdered by her preserver, he re ther!" The little one, forgetting in her new solved to fight bra vely in her defence, nothing toys the home she had so lately left, gazed daunted by the stature and strength of his fan wonderingly on her brother, and tried to bind cied adversary. The countenance on which he his curls with a band of brilliant-hued wampum. gazed, though possessing some of the Indian char- Yacota marking the tear-drops that glittered acteristics, was nevertheless one which might on the rosy cheeks of the boy, took him kindly inspire confidence in the most timid. He was by the hand and led him forth. Then taking apparently about thirty-five years of age, and the girl in his arms, he attached a small ebony the eyes were entirely devoid of that red, burn crass to the wampum with which she was playing look peculiar to the savage; there was also ing, and fastened it round her waist. Onward less of cunning and more of mildness and intel they proceeded through the forest till the footlect in the expression than is usually found prints of the children again became visible in among the Indians. The features were finely the cleared ground. “ Farewell,” said their formed, and his figure possessed the prominent guide, “farewell, and remember the Indian, height and muscular strength of the sayage. Yacota."

Observing that the full lips of the child quiv In another moment he was gone; and hastenered, and her eyes were fast filling with tears, ing forward, the children were soon locked in he placed her on the ground beside her brother, the arms of their father, who, wearied with his and with folded arms stood gazing on their fruitless search, was proceeding homeward in inquiring faces. The girl clung to her brother hopes of finding them there. The mother, pale for protection, who threw his arms around her and tearful, clasped her restored treasures again with an air of proud defiance, and whispered to and again to her bosom; but when her eye her not to be afraid. “Let not the child of glanced upon their strange ornaments, she shivthe white man fear--Yacota will not harm ered with horror at the sight of the cross. The him.” The voice was very sweet and low, and child wept in vain as she was unwillingly deits first tones reassured the children, who no | prived of her decorations; but seizing the longer looked upon him as an enemy. They Popish symbol, the mother flung it from her in followed him to a wigwam which stood near horror. The father, a descendant of the old by, gazing in childish wonder at the articles of Puritans, and reared in the rigid customs that Indian warfare that decorated the interior. The characterize the New Englanders, partook of girl paused timidly at the entrance, afraid to his wife's dismay, and exclaimed with upraised proceed, but her more resolute brother grasped eyes and hands, “A wolf hath entered the her firmly by the hand, and the two entered | flock-in our own strength we may not withtogether. In another corner stood a few cook stand temptation!” The solemn voice of prayer ing utensils of European manufacture, and a was heard in the settler's cabin, and at the couch was formed of twisted branches covered glowing hour of sunset, the incense of their by a thick buffalo robe. The children pa used worship ascended to the skies.

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good—she entered the cabin and began to preCHAPTER II.

pare their frugal meal. Whenever the children wandered into the Soon the lonely heart of Yacota sought forest-after this, the little girl returned with a companionship in the settler's cabin. The wreath of rare wild flowers, or a small basket | delicacy of her gift left no doubt that it was a of the sweetest berries, the gift of Yacota. woman's; and that he should have inspired Sometimes a haunch of venison found its way sympathy in one gentle heart, led the Indian to the settler's cabin; but these gifts were so more from himself and his own thoughts. He secretly bestowed, that no one saw the Indian would sit for hours with the youngest child except the children. He seemed to have that upon his knee, and gazing into its dark blue antipathy to society natural to his race, and se eyes murmur, as if to himself : “ They are the cluding himself in the solitude of his own wig eyes of Mahtanee !" wam, or wandering far from the haunts of He told them his melancholy story, and the man, he brooded over his wrongs. And they soft eyes of the settler's wife filled with tears were many; deep and bitter were his feelings as he proceeded in his recital: “On the banks as the phantoms of the past rose up before his of the Illinois grew a slender wild flower, that view-they seemed to call for revenge. There day after day became more beautiful as the was one that always came at the soft twilight

delicate leaves unclosed and expanded. Yacota hour, and with a sweet smile upon its face, and saw this flower, that it was very beautiful, and waving lengths of dark floating hair wreathing it learned to look upon him with eyes of love. round its shadowy form, sat down by his side Yacota was very lonely ; his father had gone and chased away his gloom. Well did he re

to the hunting grounds of the Great Spirit, and cognize the face of Mahtanee, his lost bride! many moons had waned since first they made his There, on her green and early grave, the wild mother's grave. Yacota transplanted the flowflowers grew the thickest, and thither he bent er to his own wigwam, and Mahtanee nestled his steps when he left his solitary wigwam. lovingly in his bosom. When Yacota returned Where now were his race? Banished from from the hunt, Mahtanee would come forth their homes by the rapacity of the white man, from the wigwam with her coral lips parted in driven far beyond the waters of the noble Mis a smile, and look tenderly to see if he were sissippi, their hunting grounds destroyed, and hurt; when no wound appeared the sinile grew their names banished forever from the places brighter and brighter, but at the slightest of their birth!

scratch her tears fell, and with her soft hand The gratitude of the mother whose children locked in his she sat and gazed mournfully he had saved, slumbered not. The Indian's upon him. Like the graceful fawn was the deep reserve seemed to repulse all sympathy; step of Mahtanee; her hair was like the rabut there was one heart, a woman's heart, that ven's wing, and her eye the startled doe. The wept with compassion for the isolated being. lonely wigwam echoed with the voice of a Then, as the thought of his danger rushed singing bird; and ever still the face of Mahupon her mind, as she reflected how he had tanee changed not from its sweet smile. When been misled to abandon the religion of his she was happy, it broke forth into peals of joyfathers and adopt the errors of papacy, she ous laughter; but when sorrow clouded the longed to turn him in the right path. One brow of Yacota it was sad and mournful, and evening, as the setting sun gilded the tops of the beamed lovingly upon him, like some faint star forest trees, the settler's wife hastily left the among the misty clouds. cabin and sought the wigwam in the forest. "In the mean time the pale-faces had cast Now and then she glanced cautiously aside to an envious eye upon the hunting grounds and see that she was not observed ; and gaining noble forests of the Indians; and they gave the wigwam, found that it was empty, as she glittering beads, which they said were as gold had anticipated. Tremblingly she advanced, from the mines, for boundless prairies and thick and approaching the couch, laid a small Bible forests, which they cut down to build their upon it ; and then hastily withdrew. As she dwellings. And the white men came closer retraced her steps through the lonely forest, and closer; the Indians saw their lands depart the light, happy heart of girlhood seemed to from them—and they had no place for their return; and with a feeling of exquisite happi- wigwams. Then went Yacota to the paleness—a cheerful presentiment of forthcoming | faces, and they called him brother, and handed

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him the calumet of peace. But Yacota demand- | smiled upon him, and then they closed forever! ed the lands of his fathers that they had taken And often in the night comes Mahtanee and from him. Then they laughed loudly, and told stands beside the couch of Yacota, with the him to carry his tribe far from their native smile upon her face. But as Yacota stretches homes-far from the place where the smoke of forth his arms to clasp her to his bosom, the their wigwams would no longer curl. Then smile grows sad—and then she vanishes from Yacota spoke bitter words, for his heart was his side. Yacota made the grave of Mahtanee full of hate, and he returned to his people. far among the tall forest trees, and laid her to The Indian warriors painted themselves for the rest with the wild flowers blooming over her. battle-they would leave no trace of the white Yacota departed from the battle, and the palemen who had thus cruelly used them. Then faces drove his tribe beyond the Mississippicame Mahtanee like an angel of good; for and the heart of Yacota was lonely as at first. while the deceitful pale-faces slept, the warriors " Then came a pale-face with a solemn would strike the tomahawk into their brains, countenance; one who fought not against the and hang their scalps within their wigwams. Indians, and dwelt apart from the white men. And Mahtanee wished not Yacota to slay the He came to Yacota and bade him be happy. white men; she said the Great Spirit would be He placed the cross in Yacota's hands, and angry, and his face would darken to Yacota as taught him to pray to the saints; and Yacota a stormy sky. But the heart of Yacota burned listened to his words. They fell upon his ear for revenge, and he listened not to Mahtanee. like cooling rain in the summer time, and the

“Then the soft eyes of Mahtanee wept bit heart of Yacota was comforted. Then went ter tears; but Yacota heeded not; he painted the pale-face back to his own people far, himself for the battle, and longed to strike the far beyond the great sea; he told Yacota treacherous pale-faces. Night came with all to remember his words and join him in the its starry splendor-and lo! while yet Yacota spirit-land. And when Yacota saw the child slept, Mahtanee left his side and wandered of the pale-face, a bad spirit stood by his side from the wigwam. So quietly she went that and whispered in his ear: 'Let her die for Yacota knew it not—he thought she still slept. Mahtanee.' But the face of Mahtanee looked Then went Mahtanee forth in the moonlight to mournfully upon him from the clouds, and the pale-faced chief to whisper in his ear that Yacota krew that it was wrong." Yacota would scatter his people like the forest Long and patiently did the settler's wife, with leaves in autumn time. And Mahtanee went a true woman's heart, that never failed, labor on--a beautiful hope clung round her heart, to convince the Indian of his error. Her mind and the Great Spirit gave her strength. She was full of poetic feeling, which, though someloved Yacota, but she could not bear the shrieks what blunted by the rough habits of a settler's of the white men as the deadly tomahawk life, would now and then shine forth. The sought their brains. But the pale-faces were story of Yacota's griefs carried her back to the on their guard—and as Mahtanee advanced days of early girlhood, when Love first twined they shot her to the ground! In the dim, misty around her heart; and she brushed away a night they thought to kill an Indian warrior. silent tear as those first fair visions of romanWhen Yacota awoke he found that Mahtanee tic happiness dawned upon her mind-now was gone ; and he followed her footsteps

rudely dispelled by how different reality! But through the forest till he traced them to the a Christian trust reproached her for these feel. camp of the pale-faces.

ings; and when after long and toilsome labor “What sight is that which causes the heart of came the reward she so earnestly sought, her Yacota to jump, and his eyes to start from their full heart desired no more. And when in after sockets? There, on the ground before him, years she related to her children's children the lies the form of Mahtanee, with the crimson tale of Yacota’s griefs--his error—and his stream still flowing from her heart! Then the happy death, the lips moved as though in silent3 quick ear of Mahtanee knew the step of Ya prayer, and a smile of rapturous joy illumined cota ; and opening once more her eyes, she | her face.

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