Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontierFrench, James Strange
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Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontier
French, James Strange
Tippecanoe, Battle of, Ind., 1811 -- Fiction
It was a lovely evening, when two maidens were seen standing near the
door of a neat little cottage situated on the banks of one of those
many nameless tributaries which add their quota to the upper Red
river. Many wild vines crept over and around it, and the sweetest
flowers of the prairie and forest, tastefully arranged, bloomed in the
richest luxuriance. It was not like an Indian wigwam, for taste, and
refinement and cultivation, seemed blended in every thing therewith
connected; and the wonder was, that so beautiful a spot, could be
found so far from the white settlements, and embosomed in so vast and
trackless a wilderness. Many hundred miles would scarcely have brought
its inmates to the farthest advanced posts of civilization, and yet at
that distance they now dwelt, and formed and fashioned for amusement
their little Paradise with its garden of Eden which they themselves
had created. One would have wondered and admired; and it was woman's
delicate hands which had wrought it all.
Hast thou never observed that an accomplished and virtuous female
seems, by her mere presence, to impart a charm to every thing around
her, and add a beauty to every thing she touches. I mean not however
to include the dispensers of fashion, or the mere creatures of art,
for accomplished as they may be, there is always a frivolity of manner
about them, which places them lower in the scale of excellence, and
tends in a great measure to destroy their power; but I mean woman,
lovely, beautiful and fascinating as she is, when her time is devoted
to the improvement of her mind, and the cultivation of her heart. As
pure in excellence as the snow in whiteness, was the captive maiden,
for her intercourse with the world had never been sufficiently great
to deform her either by fashion or by art, and the loss of her family
had created in her breast no resentment against the authors of her
misfortune, but had tended rather to soften her feelings towards the
whole human race. This resulted partly from the destitute condition in
which she found herself, and also from the resignation with which she
submitted to the will of Providence.
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