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myself,” she said, and there was a little
pride in the thought that she excelled
all her companions in this art.
Jenny gladly accepted the proposi
tion, and was so patient and persever
ing that in a short time Nellie was obli
ged to redouble her own exertions, in
order to keep in advance of her pupil.
There was to be an entertainment
given by the school on the last day of
the term; and as Jenny’s music had
been kept a profound secret, great was
the astonishment of the whole school
when Nellie said, upon being asked to
play:
11 I will play a duet with Miss Ray.
Greater was the astonishment, how
ever, when Jenny quietly took her place
with Nellie at the piano, and performed
her part in the difficult duet with taste,
and without a single mistake.
Penny’s popularity suddenly increas
when it was found that she was in
no way inferior to the rest, even if she
could not dress quite, so well. And
Nellie was pleased to think that her
own conduct had helped to bring about
this result.
You who are placed in like circum
stances, “ Go and do likewise.
The Little Sower.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
Ohildhood’sTMemories.
f° llow us through life,
These memories of childhood
hours.
f’Mid all the toil and strife
With which this earth is rife,
They still are ours.
As time glides gently by.
The chiming of their silver bells
In sweetest melody,
Quietly, soothingly
Our spirit quells.
Then whispers of the past.
Os days all free from toil and care;
Os joys too bright to last,
With not a shadow cast—
But all is fair.
They tell of babbling streams
With moss-grown banks dotted with flowers,
Where rest the brightest gleams.
The sun’s most golden beams,
Oh I childhood hours 1
Sweet, precious memories I
Thank God that He hath made you ours,
To tell of lullabies.
Prayers at a mother's knees,
Os childhood hours.
Clio.
■—
Love Him More.
“ Dear little children, love your fa
ther and mother,” said a good Sunday
School teacher.
“Oh!” exclaimed a little girl, “I
can’t love father like I used to, because
he curses and is bad. ”
“ You ought to love him more then,”
said the teacher, “and trybyyour little
winning ways to make him good.
If you wish to be good, first believe
that you are bad.
BURKE’S WEEKLY FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
SAL-O-QUAH j
OR,
Boy-Life Among the Indianai
3Y RET. F. R. GOULDING,
Author of “ Young Marooner's “ Marooner's
Island," etc.
CHAPTER XXIX.
VOLUNTARY EXILE —KENNESAW —THE BE
GINNING OF A NOTED CHARACTER.
FTER the massacre, the In
.\£jp|y dians took possession of the
boats and their contents, pass
ed down the Tennessee into the Ohio ;
then down the Ohio into the Mississippi;
then along the Mississippi to a certain
point, where they placed all the white
women and children aboard one boat,
with the furniture and goods they claim
ed, with provisions necessary for the
voyage, and with negro men enough to
conduct the boat to New Orleans, and
thus set them adrift. But, fearing that
this massacre would bring upon them
the vengeance of the whites, they poled
their boats into one of the branches of
the Mississippi, and there lived in the
woods awaiting the result. The villainy
of Stewart and Scott in plying them with
liquor under the guise of hospitality, and
their subsequent violence, caused Seos
sity to hate the white skins almost as in
tensely as he hated the Cowetas. This
was his second step in the downward
course.
Soon after this, in close connection
with it, there was a third. The leading
men of the Nation, hearing of the mas
sacre, and fearing that the whites would
regard it as a violation of the Treaty
ratified not long before, assembled in
council, memorialized the United States
upon the subject, repudiated the act of
the outraged people, and sent messen
gers to Gen. Bowls and his company,
demanding that they should come from
their concealment, and stand trial for
the killing of white men. We came, for
I was still with my uncle in the woods ;
the case was tried, and I am glad to say
in the spirit of justice; and when the
facts came to be known, Bowls and his
company were acquitted, and the boats,
with all their contents, were given to the
captors as forfeited by the misconduct
of Stewart and Scott.
This act of unexpected justice some
what mollified Scossity's feelings to
wards the whites ; but towards the rulers
of his own people he became intensely
embittered for what he regarded as their
cowardly, or at least their selfish, fail
ure to stand by them in their time of
trial.
From this time forth, he began to re
gard the world as made up of thieves,
liars, and cowards, who deserved only
his contempt. He withdrew himself as
far as possible from the haunts of men,
acknowledging only a few choice friends,
whom he loved all the more because
they were so few, and being ready to
turn his hand against every man, as he
believed every man’s hand to be turned
against him. For many years, he and
others of the Bowl company, lived in
the wilds beyond the Mississippi; but
hearing that there was plenty of buffalo
and other game in a country farther
north, bordering on the Osages, and
partly settled by wandering Cherokees,
like themselves, they removed from
White river, and settled there. News
of this tine country, far from the whites
and abounding with all that a wild In
dian desires, was soon carried back to
the Nation, and brought out many more
settlers. Every year brought more and
more, until now as I talk about it,* the
Nation is almost equally divided, half
on this side of the Mississippi, half on
that.
This crowding upon him did not suit
Scossit - equah. He could not go far
ther west for the Osages and other na
tions were there, of whom he had killed
too many to be allowed to pass them
alive. His heart began to yearn for
friends of his early days—Kennesaw and
See-quo-lah —left in the old country.
He returned to see them, and he has
continued here ever since.
Kennesaw is one of our chiefs. He
is a man of good heart and great cour
age, but he loves whisky, and when un
der its influence, he is ready for any act
of violence. Scossit-equah was one of
the few who could control him. But
one day Scossit-equah and others of the
company all drank together until they
did not know what they were doing.
They mounted their ponies, rode over
the country whooping and yelling like
crazy people, rushed into the town of
Suwannee, drove out the people, and set
all the houses a fire. This so enraged
the inhabitants that they pronounced
sentence of death against the perpetra
tors if ever caught within certain dis
tance of their town. Kennesaw and his
crew were thus compelled to remove to
a distance. Kennesaw lives now at the
foot of a mountain whose top you can
see from this place.f
When the company was thus broken
up, Scossit-equah went to live for a
while with his old friend See-quo-lah,
who had now become too lame to do his
own hunting, and between whom and
himself there existed the strong tie Os
hate to all white men, with their ways,
their laws, and their religion.
Among the white people there was
one thing, however, which, with all his
cherished hate, he could not help covet
ing, and that was, what he called, their
“ talking leaf.” When he was quite a
* In the year 1822.
f He dwelt there until a short time before
the Nation moved to Arkansas, when he died,
leaving his name to the mountain, which is
still called after him. It rises just outside
the town of Marietta., and was the scene of a
fierce cannonade during the war of the Con
federacy. Some of the old white settlers still
speak of Kennesaw’s drunken frolic in burn
ing Suwannee.
young man, a prisoner had been taken,
in whose pocket was a paper which said
exactly the same words to everybody
that could read it. This was anew and
wonderful thing to our people, and they
regarded the paper with great rever
ence, for the prisoner informed them
that the art of talking thus was a gift of
the Great Spirit. But See-quo-lah had
his own views upon the subject; he re*
garded the art as a human device, and
though it puzzles him to know how it is
to be done, he cannot be coptent with
out having some similar device for the
Cherokees. He cannot speak a word of
English ; he does not know a letter in
any book ; he seeks no help from oth
ers ; yet his whole being is engaged in
trying to give a written language to his
people. Every day, and all day long,
he is surrounded with pieces of bark,
on which he makes marks with an old
nail. Many think him crazy.
About a year since, Scossit-equah
brought him to this neighborhood, the
better to serve him in hunting and fish
ing. He first built a little lodge near
his own, then mounted his pony and
went after Lim. On his way out, he
met with a rough-looking white man by
the name of Thompson, to whom he took
a great fancy. Thompson was a good
blacksmith, and Scossity watched his
works with great interest, to learn as
much as possible of his art. But the
blacksmith was, at the same time, a
warm-hearted Christian, and while
teaching Scossity such things as he de
sired to know about the working of iron,
he taught him such things also as he
did not desire to know, about Jesus
Christ. This new light disturbed him.
He tried, but in vain, to banish it from
his mind. The idea, conceived for the
first time, of a being of wonderful love
who “ came into this world to save sin
ners, even the chief,” haunted him
through every conscious hour. He re
mained day after day in Thompson’s
neighborhood, professedly learning to
work in iron, but really hoping to hear
more of that Wonderful One.
From that day to the present he has
been a changed man, and every one can
see it. See-quo-lah, to whom nothing
had been said on the subject before his
removal, and who attributed Scossity’s
softened manner to the effect of years,
gladly accepted his friend’s offer, and
has lived with him until the present
time. His mind has been so complete
ly absorbed with his invention that for
a long time he had not a suspicion of
the nature and extent of Scossity’s
change. But he perceives it now, and
is preparing to return to his old home.
“ Which I trust he will not do until I
can see him !” exclaimed Cousin Aleck,
deeply interested. “Why, this man,
See-quo-lah, or George Guess, as he is
differently called, is a modern Cadmus !
If he succeeds, his name will probably
outlast both his language and his nation.
I must see him, if it is only to know how
he looks.”