an appeal to the pr had been left. incursions ar the sacred tow spoke. To one, he trampled it under fooolence of the whites, increasing eloquence in hissing strength, almost too great, control or management from them. utterly despe described the ancient glories of his them, hold in their pidly departing in the subservience with the wideeir chiefs acknowledged the influence, and the desires of the English. To a third, try gifts fo the loss of the noble forests of his foreHe dwelt u down by the axe, to make way for the the settler; despoiled of game, and bold forms of pans of life utterly problematical to the itive people, way, with a speech accommodated to supply the defind understanding, he went over the he dwelt with Indian emphasis upon language, he i of their fathers appropriation of the old burial-places -one of which, a huge tumulus upon solemnly dedic river, lay almost in their sight, and vain; he addr urvive to this day, in melancholy attespast history. The effect of these repreof the adder f these appeals-coming from one so they had n supported, and so highly esteemed for wisdom and the trade, untry, as Sanutee, was that of a moral They w e; and his soul triumphed with hope, as he fected hem rushing onwards to the gathering crowd, land-nouting furiously, as they bared the knife, and pook the tomahawk in air-" Sangarrah, Sangarrah-me, iemassee-Sangarrah, Sangarrah-me, Yemassee-" the bloody war-cry of the nation. To overthrow the power of the chiefs, there was but one mode; and the impelling directions of Sanutee and the three coadjutors already mentioned, drove by concert the infuriated mob to the house of council, where the chiefs were still in session. "It is Huspah, that has sold the Yemassee to be a woman," was the cry of one—“ Sangarrah-me-he shall die." "He hath cut off the legs of our children, so that they walk no longer-he hath given away our lands to the pale-faces-Sangarrah-me-he shall die!" "They shall all die-have they not planted corn in the bosom of my mother ?"-cried another, referring, figuratively, to the supposed use which the English would make of the lands they had bought; and, furiously aroused, they struck their hatchets against the house of council, commanding the chiefs within to come forth, and deliver themselves up to their vengeance. But, warned of their danger, the beleaguered rulers had carefully secured the entrance; and trusting that the popular ebullition would soon be quieted, they fondly hoped to maintain their position until such period. But the obstacle thus offered to the progress of the mob, only served the more greatly to inflame it ; and a hundred hands were busy in procuring piles of fuel, with which to fire the building. The torches were soon brought, the blaze kindled at different points, and but little was now wanting to the conflagration which must have consumed all within or driven them forth upon the weapons of the besiegers; when, all of a sudden, Sanutee made his appearance, and with a single word arrested the movement. "Manneyto, Manneyto-" exclaimed the old chief, with the utmost powers of his voice, and the solemn adjuration reached to the remotest incendiary and arrested the application of the torch. Every eye was turned upon him, curious to ascertain the occasion of an exclamation so much at variance with the purpose of their gathering, and so utterly unlooked-for from lips which had principally instigated it. But the glance of Sanutee indicated a mind unconscious of the effect which it had produced. His eye was fixed upon another object, which seemed to exercise a fascinating influence upon him. His hands were outstretched, his lips parted, as it were, in amazement and awe, and his whole attitude was that of devotion. The eyes of the assembly followed the direction of his, and every bosom thrilled with the wildest throes of natural superstition, as they beheld Enoree-Mattee the prophet, writhing upon the ground at a little distance in the -most horrible convulsions. The glare of the torches around him showed the angry distortions of every feature. His eyes were protruded, as if bursting from their sockets-his tongue hung from his widely distended jaws, covered with foam-while his hands and legs seemed doubled up, like a knotted band of snakes, huddling in uncouth sports in midsummer. "Opitchi-Manneyto-Opitchi-Manneyto-here are arrows we burn arrows to thee; we burn red feathers to thee, Opitchi-Manneyto"-was the universal cry of deprecatory prayer and promise, which the assembled mass sent up to their evil deity, whose presence and power they supposed themselves to behold, in the agonized workings of their prophet. A yell of savage terror then burst from the lips of the inspired priest, and rising from the ground, as one relieved, but pregnant with a sacred fury, he waved his hand towards the council-house, and rushed headlong into the crowd, with a sort of anthem, which, as it was immediately chorused by the mass, must have been usual to such occasions. "The arrows- The feathers The dried scalps, and the teeth, The teeth from slaughtered enemies- The crowd sung forth this imploring deprecation of the demon's wrath; and then, as if something more relieved, Enoree-Mattee uttered of himself "I hear thee, Opitchi-Manneyto-- They are words for the Yemassee; "Leave us, leave us, black spirit. Go to thy red home, Opitchi-Manneyto-let us hear the words of the prophet-we give ear to Enoree-Mattee." Thus called upon, the prophet advanced to the side of Sanutee, who had all this while preserved an atti tude of the profoundest devotion. He came forward, with all the look of inspiration, and his words were poured forth in an uncouth rhythm, which was doubtless the highest pitch of lyric poetry among them. "Let the Yemassee have ears, Not the prophet, now that speaks, "In my agony, he came, And he hurl'd me to the ground; Dragged me through the twisted bush, "And he said to me in wrath,- As the prophet finished the line that seemed to deny them the revenge which they had promised themselves upon their chiefs, the assembled multitude murmured audibly, and Sanutee, than whom no better politician lived in the nation, knowing well that the show of concession is the best mode of execution among the million, came forward, and seemed to address the prophet, while his speech was evidently meant for them. "Wherefore, Enoree-Mattee, should Opitchi-Manneyto save the false chiefs who have robbed their people? Shall we not have their blood-shall we not hang their scalps in the tree-shall we not bury their heads in the mud? Wherefore this strange word from Opitchi-Manneyto-wherefore would he save the trai tors ?" "It is the well-beloved-it is the well-beloved of Manneyto-speak, prophet, to Sanutee," was the general cry; and the howl, which at that moment had been Says Opitchi-Manneyto, Where the game is never less, Says Opitchi-Manneyto- Death is for the gallant chief, Thus, Opitchi-Manneyto, To his sons, the Yemassee- Take the chiefs and bind them down, So that none may know the slaves, |