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" But she is dead to him, to all;
Her lute hangs silent on the wall,
And on the stairs, and at the door,
Her fairy step is heard no more."





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Eastern District of Pennsylvania, to wit: ******* BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the tenth day of OctoL. S. ber, in the

fifty-fourth year of the independence of the United
States of America, A. D. 1829, CAREY, LEA & CAREY, of the
said district, have deposited in this office the title of a Book, the right
whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit:
“The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish : A Tale. By the author of the Pioneers
Prairie, &c. &c.

But she is dead to him, to all;
Her lute hangs silent on the wall,
And on the stairs, and at the door,

Her fairy step is heard no more.'-ROGERS."
In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States, enti-
tled, “ An Act for the encouragement of learning, by_securing the
copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the Authors and Proprietors of
such copies, during the times therein mentioned.” And also to the
Act entitled, “ An Act supplementary to an Act, entitled . An Act for
the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts,
and Books, to the Authors and Proprietors of such copies, during the
times therein mentioned,' and extending the benefits thereof to the arts
of designing, engraving, and etching, historical and other Prints.”

D. CALDWELL, Clerk of the

Eastern District of Pennsylvania.





“Come hither, neighbor Sea-coal-God hath blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by Nature.”


IT has already been said, that the hour at which the action of the tale must re-commence, was early morning. The usual coolness of night, in a country extensively covered with wood, had passed, and the warmth of a summer morning, in that low latitude, was causing the streaks of light vapor, that floated about the meadows, to rise above the trees. The feathery patches united to form a cloud that sailed away towards the summit of a distant mountain, which appeared to be a common rendezvous for all the mists that had been generated by the past hours of darkness.

Though the burnished sky announced his near approach, the sun was not yet visible. Notwithstanding the earliness of the hour, a 'man was already mounting a little ascent in the road, at no great distance from the southern entrance of the hamlet, and at a point where he could command a view of all the objects described in the preceding chapter. A musket thrown across his left shoulder, with the horn and pouch at his sides, together with the little wallet at his back, proclaimed him one who had either been engaged in a hunt, or in some short expedition of even a less peaceable character. His dress was of the usual material and fashion of a countryman of the age and colony, though a short broadsword, that was thrust through a wampum belt which girded his body, might have attracted observation. In all other respects, he had the air of an inhabitant of the hamlet, who had found occasion to quit his abode on some affair of pleasure or of duty, that had made no very serious demand on his time.

Whether native or stranger, few ever passed the hillock named, without pausing to gaze at the quiet loveliness of the cluster of houses that lay in full view from its summit. The individual mentioned loitered as usual, but, instead of following the line of the patn, his eye rather sought some object in the direction of the fields. Moving leisurely to the nearest fence, he threw down the upper rails of a pair of bars, and beckoned to a horseman, who was picking his way across a broken bit of pasture land, to enter the highway by the passage he had opened.

Put the spur smartly into the pacer's flank," said he who had done this act of civility, observing that the other hesitated to urge his beast across the irregular and somewhat scattered pile; "my word for it, the jade goes over them all, without touching with more than three of her four feet. Fie, doctor! there is never a cow in the Wish-TonWish, but it would take the leap to be in the first at the milking.”

“Softly, Ensign;" returned the timid equestrian, laying the emphasis on the final syllable of his companion's title, and pronouncing the first as if it were spelt with the third instead of the second vowel.

Thy courage is meet for one set apart for deeds of valor, but it would be a sorrowful day when the ailing of the valley should knock at my door, and a broken limb be made the apology for want of succor. Thy efforts will not avail thee, man; for the mare hath had schooling, as well as her master. I have trained the beast to methodical habits, and she hath come to have a rooted dislike to all irregularities of movement. So, cease tugging at the rein, as if thou wouldst compel her to pass the pile in spite of her teeth, and throw down the upper bar altogether."

“ A doctor in these rugged parts should be mounted on one of these ambling birds of which we read,” said the other, removing the obstacle to the secure passage

of his friend ; “ for truly a journey at night, in the paths of these clearings, is not always as safe moving as that which is said to be enjoyed by the settlers nearer sea."

66 And where hast found mention of a bird of a size and velocity fit to be the bearer of the weight of a man ?" demanded he who was mounted, with a vivacity that betrayed some jealousy on the subject of a monopoly of learning. I had thought there was never a book in the valley, out of mine own closet, that dealeth in these abstrusities !"

“Dost think the scriptures are strangers to us! There—thou art now in the public path, and thy journey is without danger. It is matter of marvel to many

in this settlement, how thou movest about at midnight, amongst upturned roots of trees, holes, logs and stumps, without falling

“ I have told thee, Ensign, it is by virtue of much training given to the beast. Certain am I, that neither whip nor spur would compel the animal to

the bounds of discretion. Often have I travelled this bridle-path, without fear as in truth without danger, when sight was a sense of as little use as that of smelling." “I was about to say, falling into thine own hands,


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