Part 23 (1/2)

Thy waters washed them pohile they were free, And er, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realeable save to thy aves' play

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now

Thou glorious hty's form Glasses itself in teale or stor, boundless, endless and sublie of eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The oest forth, dread, fathomless, alone

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles onward: froht; and, if the freshening sea Made the fear; For I was as it were a child of thee And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy e”

Britain's myriad voices call ”Sons be welded each and all, Into one imperial whole, One with Britain, heart and soul!

One life, one flag, one fleet, one Throne!”

Britons, hold your own!

Tennyson

[Illustration: HOMEWARD BOUND]

PONTIAC'S ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE FORT DETROIT

In the year 1763, a celebrated chief of the Ottawas, called Pontiac, succeeded in for a confederacy of the Ottawas, Hurons, Chippewas, and so the British froions of the country With the craftiness peculiar to the Indian race, an ingenious stratagem was devised, by ain possession of the forts

For this purpose a grand Lacrosse arrison invited to becoame

Pontiac and his attendant chiefs had, while the warriors and braves were engaged in the gaovernor of the fort He received the any artifice on their part

”The pale warrior, the friend of the Ottawa chief, is not here,” said the governor, as he glanced his eye along the semi-circle of Indians

”How is this? Is his voice still sick, that he cannot cootten to tell him?”

”The voice of the pale warrior is still sick, and he cannot speak,”

replied the Indian ”The Ottawa chief is very sorry; for the tongue of his friend, the pale-face, is full of wisdom”

Scarcely had the last words escaped his lips when a wild, shrill cry fro on the ears of the asse the officers It arose frole voice, and that voice could not be mistaken by any who had heard it once before A second or two, during which the officers and chiefs kept their eyes intently fixed on one another, passed anxiously away; and then nearer to the gate, apparently on the very drawbridge itself, was pealed forth the wild and deafening yell of a legion of fiendish voices At that sound, the Ottawa and the other chiefs sprang to their feet, and their own fierce cry responded to that yet vibrating on the ears of all