Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1847-08-11
Affecting story Of Lola, the Tndi-
an Princess---Or, Legend of the
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I'll tell you story of these same hills and
tiis liver, that may be worth listening to. 1t is
a legend heard from an old ILd;an, long ago
who has since gone to the hunting grounds Of
his fathers. like to preser. C these tai Ct the
past, which may, or may not. have their found
a.on in fact, for they must in time, lie the ma
terials for our national poetry. whe II our nation
finds time to read or write poetry. You must
let me tel the story in my own way.
About mile above here, on the opposite sile
of the river, is precipice, two h4ndred feet in
height, overhangng the stream. The ascent
from the land side is gradual and comp ratively
easy, but from the river there is no reaching it..
About forty feet from the top there is ledge
of the rock, or shelf, some SIX Feet wide, on
which grow a few cedar bushes, sending their
roots into the thin soil which has collected
from decaying leaves, and clnging with won
derful tenacity to the rock. Thus much by way
Of premises, and now to my story.
The gem of her tribe, AMI the farest child of
the forest that ever the Good Spirit gave to the
red man to tend LIS lodge and smile on him,
was Lotawanno,'' the Dawn-ol-day, and there
was but one opinion of that matter among al
the rcd nations of the North. Her fame had
gone out among them, and many warrior had
brought her scalps and bears claws as delicate
expressions of his regard. But as fur as my
experience goes, there never was beauty that
was not " spoken for,'' long before the world
knew her beauty, and so it was with Lota.-
Syosuk had by some means won the heart of
the maiden, and she had ia so many words, be-
come his atfianceJ. But as in more modern &
ciyilize affiancng, the consent of some one else
was necessary, and they went most dutfulIy to
consult papa. The manner in which such mat
tiers are nowadays conducted, was no guide
hen.I magiEe. | can see the trembling hesi-
tating air Of my friend l., when he asked
Mr.. ", if lac would trust his own prin-
cess Helen to other hands than his own. How
be stammcred and paused, and finally botej out
his question in just the way he didn't want to-,
and then waited, as boy waits for a thrashipg
to hear the reply. ! did such thing once my
self and have right to know about it.
Not So Syosuk. He enters the eli mans
lodge, and with maidenly molesty tie fair Lo-
ia retires. He sits down and smokes in cold
calm silence. At isngth he pushes the blanket
from his shoulder, and leaning forward with his
finger on broad scar, speaks,
'The Mohawk's Ratchet struck deep in SEQ
suk's shoulder, when he was on the far war
track
"Syosuk is brave"
"He has slain these enemies" And he
threw suspicious bundle of hair locks attached
to parchment looking appendage, which the old
man knew as so many scalps from the heads of
the enemies aforesaid. 'He has lodge, and it
has no keeper, Syosuk wants Lota."
This was coming to the point, and the old
fellow without moments hesitation replies
''When the scalp locks are twice as many,
Lota will be in the lodge of Syosuk."
There was of course no appeal from this quiet
decision, and Syosuk as in duty bound starts in
search of heads from which he may obtain the
necessaries. A queer currency this, especially
in bargaining for wife. 49,
While hcis absent, times change on tho riv-