[To be continued.
THE LAST LEAP OF UNCAS.
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BY PARK BENJAMIN.
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In the vicinity of the picturesque town of N——, in New England, there is a wild chasm through which tumbles a cascade, now not so formidable as when the stream above it was not dammed up for manufactories. About this cascade an Indian legend is told—and the verses I have here written are an attempt to embody it in such a manner as to give the reader an idea of the scope it would afford to a more imaginative poet.
On a high precipice of rock,
’Tis said, an Indian hunter stood;
Behind him was the following foe,