Legend The legend of Elkhart Lake, an anecdote by Mrs. Peter Sharpe, a settler of Elkhart Lake, 1856.
Tradition only keeps the fact .
And holds the story still intact. She sought the crafty Medicine Man, The Gray old Prophet of her clan, Who, skilled in Indian tricks and lore, Could tell her all he knew and more. The Elk was killed, the heart procured, And thus the Chieftain's love secured. A howling horror, 'neath the moon. With pleasant smile which veiled her hate, She lured the lovers to their fate.