At the present day there are several tribes inhabiting the vast
regions that lie west of the Mississippi, consisting, for the most
part, of fragments of tribes driven by the white man from more eastern
settlements, to their present abodes. Here they are still lords of the
forest, prairie, river and mountain, and here they maintain their wild
independence and savage customs. They have become in some degree
changed by intercourse with the white race; they have horses, and
fire-arms and blankets, and a few utensils derived from civilized man;
but they are still hunters and warriors, are still without books, or a
settled government, or fixed habitations, or extended agriculture, or
any of the leading features of civilization. In another number we
propose to tell something about the Indians as they now are.
A Monster of the Deep.
Our readers know that in some parts of the ocean there are enormous
sea animals called Sepia, which are a kind of polypi. They have very
long legs, and are said sometimes to seize upon the coral divers along
the coast of Italy. Mr. Beale tells us the following adventure with a
creature of this sort.
“While upon the Bouin Islands, searching for shells on the rocks,
which had just been left by the receding tide, I was much astonished
at seeing at my feet a most extraordinary looking animal, crawling
towards the retreating surf. I had never seen one like it before. It
was creeping on its eight legs, which, from their soft and flexible
nature, bent considerably under the weight of its body, so that it was
lifted by the efforts of its tentacula only a small distance from the
rocks.
“It appeared much alarmed on seeing me, and made every effort to
escape, while I was not much in the humor to endeavor to capture so
ugly a customer, whose appearance excited a feeling of disgust, not
unmixed with fear. I, however, endeavored to prevent its career, by
pressing on one of its legs with my foot; but, although I used
considerable force for that purpose, its strength was so great that it
several times quickly liberated its member, in spite of all the
efforts I could employ in this way, on wet, slippery rocks. I now laid
hold of one of the tentacles with my hand, and held it firmly, so that
the limb appeared as if it would be torn asunder by our united
strength. I soon gave it a powerful jerk, wishing to disengage it from
the rocks to which it clung so forcibly by its suckers, which it
effectually resisted; but the moment after, the apparently enraged
animal lifted its head, with its large eyes projecting from the middle
of its body, and, letting go its hold of the rocks, suddenly sprang
upon my arm, which I had previously bared to my shoulder for the
purpose of thrusting it into holes in the rocks to discover shells,
and clung, with its suckers, to it with great power, endeavoring to
get its beak, which I could now see, between the roots of its arms, in
a position to bite.
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