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a party of pleasure ; and when we rode
up to the gate, the open piazza was gay
with young company and musical with
their voices. We observed that, with
one exception, all persons present there
were of mixed blood, and some of them
nearly white. The exception was an
elderly Indian, attired in ancient cos
tume, and his travel-worn pony hitched
at the gate indicated that he, like our
selves, had just arrived. Mr. Miller
had not yet come in from his fields, but
well-trained negro servants soon took
in charge our horses, introduced us
into the piazza, and attended to our
wants. The young people, principally
females, and some of them quite pretty,
waited until we had ascended the steps,
when, with a look of pleasure directed
towards Cousin Aleck and us boys, they
retired to a room within.
The moment that Karieeka and Scos
sit-equah came near enough to distin
guish the old man’s features, they gave
a grunt of surprise, exchanged with
each other a few words in Cherokee,
and went up to him with marks of re
spect. lie rose to Isis feet to receive
them, revealing a figure rather below
than above the common height; but I
can truly say that seldom, if ever, have
I met a person who so greatly impress
ed me at first sight with native urbanity
and graceful dignity, not to say majesty,
of manners. No one could look upon
his broad forehead, flashing eye, and
expressive face, without feeling that he
was a born chief. But the urbanity was
not exercised towards all. To the whites
of our company he did not deign so
much as a look, and whatever conscious
ness of our presence he acknowledged
was accompanied with a haughty repug
nance.
Mr. Miller, who soon rode up, from a
distance recognized his visitor, threw
his bridle rein over a hook, walked
rapidly into the piazza, and passing us
with a polite bow, went directly to him
and gave a cordial greeting. Their
brief conversation, conducted in Chero
kee, in a low tone, seemed to be of a
grave and confidential character, foi
Mr. Miller, seeing us comfortably seat
ed, and requesting us to call on his ser
vants for anything we should need be
fore his return, withdrew with him to a
private room.
Dp.rJmj their absence, Kaneeka in
formed us that the name of the new
comer was Ta-kah-to-kuh ; that he was
a head-chief of the Nation West, having
removed to Arkansas only a few years
before ; that he belonged by descent to
the almost royal family of priests, in
which capacity he had sometimes oili
ciated, and that he was so highly es
teemed for many distinguished virtues
as to be called “ the beloved man ; but
that his national love had made him,
like See-quo-lah, an intense hater of the
whites who had intruded upon their ter
ritory and ruined his people.
[Conclusion of Ghapter in Next /Vo.]
BURKE’S WEEKLY FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
Making a,Bird,
What’s that? 0, feath
ers!”
Little Laura looked up at the
crack of the door, just n little open,
where papa, who came home earlier
than usual, was blowing in a little hand
ful of light, downy feathers, that came
softly falling on her head and ajl around
her.
They were very pretty, she thought,
as she picked them up—every one cov
ered with softest down that shook,
though she scarcely breathed upon
them. Then, with her tiny fingers, she
began to make of them a little bouquet,
but soon she had anew thought. Com
ing to papa with a thick piece of paper
she asked him to draw a bird for her.
Papa drew the bird, and with a pair
of scissors Laura cut it out. Then she
took a needle and thread and sewed the
feathers on it, and then left it in a cor
ner by itself, to see, she said, if it would
get up and fly.
In a few minutes she went to look at
it, but it had not moved.
“ What will you name y?A\r bird,
Laura? Fuss and feathess!” asked
papa.
“It is all feathers and no fuss,” she
said.
She wanted to know why it did not
fly, and her father told her that none
but God could make birds. God gives
all living things their life. Here is a
picture of a bird’s uest. Look at the
little eggs.”
“ I see them —one, two, three, four.”
“Well, the mother bird sits upon the
eggs, and warms them, and after a while
inside of every egg there is a birdie.
Birdie pecks away at the shell, and
makes a hole, and he keeps on pecking
till the hole is large enough for him to
come out. Then out he comes, and
may be he finds two or three little birds
by his side, his baby brothers and sis
ters. And then his father and mother
fly away to find something to eat to’bring
to their little ones.
Young Folk's News,
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THE HAPPY YOUTH.
EORGE was in the high school.
One day after he had learned
his lessons he took out his
Bible and began to read it. His next
neighbor leaned over and asked “ if he
was going to be a parson.” He did so
several days, and the boys laughed and
called him “serious.” That is one
way the devil takes to hinder young
men from thinking of their souls. He
sets their companions to make fun of
them, and he tries to make them afraid
of it. But it did not make George
afraid.
“I am serious,” he said. “ I feel 1
have heaven to gain and a hell to shun,
ana I i'ecl anxious about it.' the boys
looked sober at that, and never said
anything more.
George heard a sermon upon this
subject, “ Choose ye this day whom ye
will serve,” and he saw several persons
choosing. Stanly Miles chose ; Robert
Sharon chose ; yes, many others had
chosen to serve God. George thought
lie ought to choose. He wanted to be
a Christian ; he wanted to find his Sa
viour.
“ How do you feel, George?” asked
his minister, when he went to see him.
“I feel, sir,” said George, “as if
seeking after something Ive lost; and
I wanted above all things to find it.”
George, in fact, was lost. That is
the way the Bible speaks of us. It tells
us we are lost; and it says the Lord
Jesus “ came to save that which was
lost.” George was beginning to feel
this, and he was seeking that very Sa
viour ; his soul was reaching out after
God. And as God promises that every
soul that seeks shall find, George set
himself in earnest about finding what his
soul needed —a Redeemer from his sins,
a helper to do right.
In reading the Bible, George found
this prayer of good David : “ Mine eyes
are unto thee, 0 God the Lord; in thee
is my trust ; leave not my soul desti
tute;” and he made it his prayer. He
liked the words. It spoke for him, he
said. His minister prayed with him.
His sabbath school teacher prayed with
him, but he did not find.
A holiday came. A party of boys
were going to the sea-side, and they
came and asked George to go with
them. His aunt told him to go. His
mother said, “Let George do as he
thinks best.” “I cannot go, mother,
until I have found God so he stayed
at home. It was a beautiful morning,
lie got up early and went into the barn.
Falling on his knees, he cried, “ Mine
eyes are unto thee. 0 God the Lord; in
thee is my trust; leave not my soul des
titute.” When he drove the cows to
pasture, he knelt down upon a rock, and
there called upon God. George felt
that he could not take “ no” for an an
swer. Like Jacob of old, he wrestled
with God for a blessing. In the after
noon George went to walk alone. When
he came home his mother was at the
door.
“ Mother,” he said, “ everything
looks so beautiful. I see God every
where and in everything. I know I
have found him with a sweet, soft,
happy look of one who had found the
4 pearl of great price.’ The next day he
said, “0, mother, I have got forgive
ness, and love, and comfort, and all
that my soul needed. If this is religion,
why does not everybody try for it? for
they that seek shall find, and I know
it.”
What George then found, he never
lost. More and more he finds it better
than rubies; and all things that may be
desired are not to be compare'*
Three Important Things.
Three things to love —Courage, gen
tleness and affection.
Three things to admire—lntellectual
power, dignity and gracefulness.
Three things to hate —Cruelty, arro
gance and ingratitude.
Three things to delight in—Beauty,
frankness and freedom.
Three things to wish so
friends and a cheerful spirit.
Three things to avoid ldleness,
loquacity and flippant jesting.
Three things to pray so per ce
and purity of heart.
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