Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-08-20
THE DEATH OF WINDr DOT.
BY w. WHITMAN.


From the american Re,iew. f .f-
Three hundred years ago--so heard the tale
not long since. from the mouth of one educated
like white man, but born of the race of whom
Logan and Tecumseh sprang, three hundred years
ago, there lived on lands now forming an eastern
county of the most powerful of the American States
pretty Indian tribe, governed by brave aud wise
chiefiain. The chlettan vas called by name
which in our language signi6ed Unrelenting. His
deeds Of courage and subtiety made hun renown-
ed throughout small portion of the Northern
continent. There were only two jewellers in his
locge-himself and his Youthful son; for twenty
moons had filled aud waned since his wife follow.
ing four Of her offspring was placed in the burial
ground. .G..-t s.
As the Unrelenting SAT alone one evening in his
rude hut one of his people came TO inform him
that traveller from distant tribe had entered the
village, aud desired food and repose. Such Pc
tllion was never sli, hied by the red and The
messenger was sent back with an invitation for the
stranger abide in The lodge of the chief himself.
Among that supple race, no duties wire consld.
cred more honorable than arranging the household
comforts of guest those duties were now per-
G1med by he hosts Gwn hand his son having not
YET returned from hunt on which he had started
with few YONG companlous at early dawn ln
lAtle " hlle the way tarer was led Ino Inc dwell
ling by HIM who had gwen The first notice OF his
ARRIVAL .4.
~ ou are welcome. my BROTHER" said the In.
releniing.
The person to whom this kind salute was ad-
dressed was athletic Indian. apparently of mid
die age and habited IN the scaDt attire of his spe-
cies. He had the war.iuli in his forehead, under
which flashed pair of brilliant eyes. HIS rrioin-
der was friendly aud brief.
'The chiefs tent is loDesome-his people are
away9' continued the stranger, after pause,
casting glance of inquiry around.
NMy brother says true that it is lonesome" the
other answered. Twelve season ago, the Unre-
lentiug saw FIVE children ip; the shadow of his
wigwam, and their mother was dear TO HIM. He
was strong. like cord of many fibres. Then the
breath Of Mantle snapped the fibres one by one
asunde, He looked with pleasant eye on my
sons and daughters, and wished them for himself
Behold all that is lett TO brighten my hear %
The UnrelenIng turned as he spoke, ard poin-
ted to an object just inside The opening of the tent
A moment or two before, the figure of a boy
had gded noiselessly in, aUd taken his station at
the back ofihe chief. Hardly twelve years SEEM
ed the age OF the new conner. He was a noble
child His limbs. never distorted with the liga-
lures of civilized life were graceful as the ASH aud
ryuhC'iSoi anu St"thSt as ihc uOuHuitS Sid s..
1t was The last and lovest of the chlefan's sons,
the sefi.siipped, nunble Wind-fo foot. - -..,-
With the youths assistance, the preparations
for their frugal meal was soon completed. After
faifing il, as The stranger appeared to be weary,
H1l!eap of skins were arranged Cor him in one cor
ner OF the lodge, and he laid himself down TO
sleep.
~ II was lovely summer evening. The moon
shone, the stars twinkled, and The thousand voices
? OF forest night sounded in every direction. The
chief and his son reclined at the opening Of the
tent enjoying the cool breeze which blew freshly
upon them, and tapped the piece efdeer-hide that
served Tor their door, sometimes fiuging 1t down.
80 as 10 darken the apartment, then rising il sud-
denly up again, so to let in the bright MOON
beams. Tsssuci bssslaab ri tzts H4aaF
Wind foot spoke of his hunt that day. He had
met with no success, and, in a bows impatient
spirit, wondered why il was the others arrows
should hit the mark, and failure be reserved for
him alone. The chief heard him with a sad smile
as he remembered his own youthful straits !: he
soothed the chlld with gentle words, telling him
that brave warriors sometimes went whole days
with the same pergerse fortune. s. sa .0as3
BIZ ssMany years since" said the chief swhen nv
cheek was sof and my arms saw the numbness
of bu, few winters, / myselfvaiuIy trayersed our
bunting grounds, as you have done to dax. The