and to defend our sacred invisible vestered rights against ministration. May I be shot, if I yield an inch of ground to the best of them, if ye boys choose me, ay, and trust me with your confidence for our legislater. Ay, and so I shall."

"We'll go the whole," shouted the assembly.

"The whole," vociferated Bob, with solemnity; "that's the very thing. There is too much depridation and extravigation with the people's money, says I, Bob Shags says it. Six teams mought have a snug load to draw the silver which the ministration has got. There it is, boys, black on white."

Bob had a bundle of papers in his hand, which we at first mistook for a dirty handkerchief, but which proved to be the county papers, in one of which the salary which one of the chief magistrates had drawn for more than twenty-five years' public services was very ingeniously popularized by reducing it to teams. Bob paused a moment as the paper went, in its bundle form, round, and continued thus:

"And what have the people got for their own money? One of the creetors of ginral government, a Ginral Tariff, one of your foulest aristock rats that ever lived, has passed an act by which we shan't have any more trade with the British. Where shall we get flannels and stockings ?"

"Hear, hear," cried one of the auditors, who puzzled us not a little, whether the brown hue around his neck belonged to a flannel shirt or to his skin.

"Besides," roared Bob," they have distrained the

shipping of our cotton and rice, and they have made a law to work in their manifacters. But, boys," added Bob, rising at the same time on his heels, and erecting himself with an air of the most mysterious importance, "there is more corruptious doings, boys, and you the free enlightened people of Alabama are called upon to look to it. Ministration and the yankees have sent clothes and arms and money to the Creeks; two vessels are gone with full cargoes. And they says loudly, that it is right to help them."

"Hear, hear," shouted the assembly, while Bob

went on:

"And they will come back across the Missisip, and take their lands in Georgia, and mayhap Alabama to boot."

Deep murmur of disapprobation-Bob raised his voice a tone higher:

"And they holds speeches for the Creeks, and says that we thanks them our enlightening, and they call their chiefs Alexander and Pericles and Socrates and Plato and the like names, and say that they are the greatest men. Ay, and these cursed red-skins are fighting against another chief, whom they call Sultan, and who is somewhere in the east, and they say they should be free, and their country be restored to them. Now," said Bob, "aint I right in calling ginral government a fool when they does sich a sort of things, and tells us that we thanks our enlightening to them miserable red-skins, and sends them money and clothes, and mayhap guns,

to come back-and we have to pay for it and fight, ay, and fight too."

The storm that had been gathering broke out at last into a tremendous howl, that shook the log-house to its very foundations; but amidst the deafening uproar a laugh was heard, which had escaped our ears; but the sound of which had been unfortunately caught by Bob and a couple of his stanch supporters. The fearful word, "a spy, a scout," were no sooner heard, than all of them rushed towards the door, through which had stolen a man whose appearance seemed to justify the epithet bestowed on him. The unfortunate wight, however, was caught and dragged before the high tribunal; his bellowing soon brought the whole body of his friends to his assistance, assembled in the next tavern for the same purpose. A fight was inevitable-to escape from it now became our principal care, and we strove as fast as we could, through the crowd pressing from the kitchen department, and from thence into the yard.

"Stop," muttered a husky voice; "you are on the brink of a mud-hole that might drown an ox. Now you will accept my offer."

It was Isaac Shifty, a truer pilot after all than we had imagined. We took his offer, and were safely bestowed in a bed, not exactly the very best in the state, but well qualified to hold both our worthy selves.

The next morning found us better acquainted with our new landlord. We shook hands heartily,

and passed over to the tavern. It stood still on the same place, but it bore strong marks of the hard battle fought within its precincts. Chairs, benches, and table had gone to pieces; even the sanctuarium, of the hostelry, the bar, had not escaped a partial destruction, and mugs and tumblers lay strewed on the ground. Our gig was pasted over and over with electioneering tickets and huzzas, which we had not a little ado to clear away. But the guests and roisterers had gone; and, strange to say, our reckoning had been paid by the master of ways and means Bob Shags.

THE INDIAN CHIEF REDBIRD.

A distinguished Winnebago sachem, who died in prison at Prairie du Chien.

BY WILLIAM PITT PALMER.

LONELY and low in his dungeon cell
The captive chief was lying,

While the mourner-wind, like a spirit's voice,
Mid the grated bars was sighing.

The full bright beams of the midnight moon
From his wampum belt were streaming,
But keener the glance of the warrior's eye,
In its fitful wildness gleaming.

No kindly friend at that fearful hour,
By his dying couch was kneeling,
To whisper of that far sunny clime,
Whither his spirit was silently stealing.

Pale was the hue of his faded cheek,
As it leaned on its damp cold pillow;
And deep the heave of its troubled breast,
As the lift of the ocean billow:

For he thought of the days when his restless foot
Through the pathless forest bounded,

And the festive throng by the hunting-fire,
Where the chase-song joyously sounded.