That bloody hand shall never hold A price thy nation never gave, For thou shalt be the Christian's slave, Then wept the warrior chief, and bade And, one by one, each heavy braid Thick were the platted locks, and long, And deftly hidden there Shone many a wedge of gold among The dark and crisped hair. "Look, feast thy greedy eye with gold And say that I am freed. Take it-my wife, the long, long day Weeps by the cocoa-tree, And my young children leave their play, THE AFRICAN CHIEF. "I take thy gold-but I have made Thy fetters fast and strong, And ween that by the cocoa shade Thy wife will wait thee long.” His heart was broken-crazed his brain: At once his eye grew wild; They drew him forth upon the sands, 10* 113 SONG. Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow Reflects the day-dawn cold and clear, The hunter of the west must go, In depth of woods to seek the deer. His rifle on his shoulder placed, His stores of death arranged with skill, His moccasins and snow-shoes laced,― Why lingers he beside the hill? Far, in the dim and doubtful light, And oft he turns his truant eye, And pauses oft, and lingers near; But when he marks the reddening sky, He bounds away to hunt the deer. AN INDIAN STORY. "I KNOW where the timid fawn abides Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides, "I know where the young May violet grows, On the mossy bank, where the larch-tree throws "And that timid fawn starts not with fear And that young May violet to me is dear, Thus Maquon sings as he lightly walks To the hunting-ground on the hills; 'Tis a song of his maid of the woods and rocks, With her bright black eyes and long black locks, And voice like the music of rills. 116 AN INDIAN STORY. He goes to the chase-but evil eyes Are at watch in the thicker shades; The boughs in the morning wind are stirred And Maquon has promised his dark-haired maid, A good red deer from the forest shade, That bounds with the herd through grove and glade, The hollow woods, in the setting sun, He stops near his bower-his eye perceives At once, to the earth his burden he heaves, |