Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1847-08-11

err bank. The Chief Of the Mohawks come
from his distant lodge, and demands Lota. He
is refused, and instantly begins an extermna-
ting war. She in her maiden beauty is regard
ed as the Indians seldom regarded woman, as
something holy, amp thry sail she had cornmn-
MON with the unseen world. 1t was not strange
hat such surprising loveiness shol Id seem a
thing of heaven.
1t was the night Of the first Spring NOON
That moon went down little later than the sun
and as the night wore away towards IT. noon the
red man SLEPT.
Suddenly Lota rushed to her father and awoke
him, and with a clear voice cried for the tribe
to come to the council lodge. They gathered
in haste, and with torches glaring on their
fierce faces, the scene must have been wild in
deed. Lota stool in the centre of circle of
81 have seen Manitou p They started as if an
angel spoke. "The Mohawks are her. They
will be In our lodges ere the morning dawn
The Good Spirit bale me warn you 10 watch
for their coming
So they armed themselves and when the Mo
hawks came ontnuHberiug them two to one,
they met fercer resistance than ever foe gave
foe. 1t was u fearful night. In the deep dark
ness,men grappel with men, and the hot blood
gurgled out of its natural channels, and cover
ed the slippery ground. Long and fierce was
the fight. Hand to hand in that inhuman butch
cry they stood, and when the daylight dawne1.
there were but six left to battle with but Il hit
And these lay awhile on the ground and gath
cred strength, and then : rang like viii cats at
each others threats. aa breast to breast, fell in
the embrace OF deaf I'LL but two Mohawks
These were left to look on tho scene of slaugh-
ter, and when they sign of life, dut only
red rich blood. Tn y.cn:cred the lodge of old
kinnyunk, AMI found the chief stretched dead
his head lay On the lap Of Lota.
Selling the girl. who was stupefed with sor-
SOW the Mohawk chiet-it was he-took her
dnl the scalp of her father, and went swiftly to
the Northward. Syosuk and enc companion,
returned an hour after he had left and followed
On his trail. They overlook hiGl near The pre-
cipcc | have spoken CT. They were two 20
two: bat the Mohawks hal Lota with them,
ana retreatcl towards the brow Of the hill, no
ping to secure safe position from their pursu-
e-s. whom they had seen far in the rear. Here
they met and Lota lay seaseless on rock.
while they fought ferccr fight than any OF tie
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fell first. Then, hand to hand; the other two
stood and struck blows at one another till their
arms were weary. Syosuk drove the other ma
til they stood across the body of Lota. Then
ne made firm stand, and three hours they
made manful battle, and she moved not. Then
with ficrccr strokes than before, Syosuk press
Ell the Mohawk toward the precitire, step by
step, backward and backward, till u blow struck
have eleven him to the grounl, but he sprang
back with long bound, and his feet touching
the edge of the rock. he made one grasp at moth
ingness, and fell backward over the prccipice
the first time his voice was heard, ahI it rang
in the forest as the scream Of wounded eagle.
lie toek her in his arms, and chaffed her fore
head and her hands, anil called her name. But
She spoke not, nor moved, nor looked as she
had loo ked, in days gone by, into his face : and
when the sun had set, he sat silently holding
her in his arms, and chanting the solemn death
song. la the morning they were gone, and the
Indians believe that Manitou took them togeth-
err to the hunting grounds of the blessed. In
that bright dream-land of the Red man, Lota
sits all day in the door of her lodge, looking
for the coming of Syosuk at sunset. She is
fairer there than all dreams of earthly beauty,
and her eye is intensely bright with the love-
light of the spirit home. The shade ct the
Mohawk. shut out from those broad fields, wan
ders restlessly on earth, and especially haunts
the rock of his last struggle. He may be seen
at times, in starry night, sitting on the edge
of the rock, with his head bowed down OIL his
knees, and the wall of his God-forsaken spirit
is 1.-The the wall of Lucfer fallen from his tbr ne
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