The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, February 1844

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Various. The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, February 1844

SICILIAN SCENERY AND ANTIQUITIES

LINES TO TIME

A NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIE

LIFE’S YOUNG DREAM

THE QUOD CORRESPONDENCE

HARRY HARSON

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIRST

THE SACRIFICE

THE DEATH BED

A STRAY LEAF FROM THE PORT-FOLIO OF A ‘COUNTRY DOCTOR.’

FREEDOM’S BEACON

A WINTER TRIP TO TRENTON FALLS

IN THREE SCENES

SCENE FIRST

SCENE SECOND

SCENE THIRD

THE RUINS OF BURNSIDE

CORONATION OF GEORGE THE FOURTH

I FOLLOW

REMINISCENCES OF A DARTMOOR PRISONER

NUMBER ONE

A VERITABLE SEA STORY

ON A PASSAGE IN MACBETH

THE SMITHY

THE FINE ARTS

LIFE: A SONNET

TWO PICTURES

THE HERMIT OF THE PRAIRIE

MOONLIGHT ON THE RIVER AND PRAIRIE

TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS

THE PAINTED ROCK

LINES TO J. T. OF IRELAND

LITERARY NOTICES

EDITOR’S TABLE

DESOLATION

EPISTLE

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While looking over my ‘omnium gatherum;’ the same being a drawer containing scraps of poetry, unfinished letters, half-written editorials, incidents of travel, obsolete briefs, with many other odds and ends that have fallen from my brain during the last three years, but which from want of quality in them or lack of energy in me, have failed to reach the dignity of types and ink; I came across a diary kept while hunting buffalo with the Sac and Fox Indians, some two hundred miles west of the Mississippi, during the summer of 1842. Finding myself interested in recurring to the incidents of that excursion, it occurred to me that matter might be drawn therefrom which would not be without interest to the public. I have therefore ventured to offer the following for publication; it being an account of a night passed at the source of the Checauque, when I did not deem my scalp worth five minute’s purchase, and when I cheerfully would have given ten years of an ordinary life to have been under the humblest roof in the most desolate spot in the ‘land of steady habits.’

I have said that we were in the country of the Sioux. That our situation may be understood, I would remark farther, that between the latter and the confederated tribes of the Sac and Fox Indians, there has been for the last forty years, and still exists, the most inveterate hostility; the two parties never meeting without bloodshed. The Government of the United States, in pursuance of that policy which guides its conduct toward the various Indian tribes, for the preservation of peace between these two nations, have laid out between them a strip of country forty miles in width, denominated the ‘Neutral Ground,’ and on to which neither nation is permitted to extend their hunting excursions.

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‘So, so! a fine night’s work you’ve made of it. Tim Craig is dead and the whole city is already ringing with the news; and you, you’re a murderer!’

Jones started from his seat with the sudden spasmodic bound of one who has received a mortal thrust. He stared wildly at the sharp thin face which had almost touched his, and then sat down and said:

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