The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1857-02-19
The Daughter of Yellow smoke-A Sto.
ry of the Omahas

Many years ago, the Omaha Indians were
great ana wa:like tribe. The beautiful
prairics Of Nebraska, which Law north of the
Platte River, belonged to lheln, and far
north and west, they followed the war path
and the game without fear, and with brave
hearts. Yellow Smoke, now an old man,
was then in the prime of life; sagacious
hunter, and brave warrior he became the
head chief of his nation. -.....
His daughter, Necomah, was the flower
OF the tribe, and many of the young braves
sought her hand and wooed her beauty.
But all failed to gain her affections except
Ianngah, the hunter, who never returned
without game, and the warrior who never
came from the war path without scalps. lie
alone loved Necomah, and he alone WAS loy
ed in return.
They were betrothed, the day had arriv-
eel for the solcmnizaton of their mmriore.
and the presents of robes and horses were
already gathered around the lodge of her
father, while within the feast of corn and
veniSon was boiling over the fire.
But among tho Indians, as among the
pale-f'ccs, the course of true love never
did run smooth" and just mt the auspicious
hostile band of the Sioux cncamped not far
distant. In moment he Young men and
braves were arraycd in their war dress. and
the war paint glowed upon their faces.
lanuSah babe his bride farewell, and his
dark form WAS lost sight Of far over the
prairie.
\ fierce and sanguinary battle.w as fought
, AMI many of the Omahas were sent un,ime.
ly to the spirit land, and among others. in
the thickest OF the fight, fell the brave Ian.
uSah. The news soon came home to the
village of the Omahas, and the squaws wept
and walled for the departed. But there
was one who took no part in the mournful
cercmonics-one who wept not, mnurned
| mott was Nccomal. Her bright eve was
lighted up with an uncarthly fire, and the
medicine men of the tribe said She WAS
mad, and that her spirit had left .hc body
and gone 10 the good hunting grounds tc
| join that of her lover
| Time passed on, and I'll, conjurors told
Yellow Smoke that his daughter must bc
taken TO the great Sulphur Springs near tlry
old Council Bluff, and that its waters, which
were great medicine, would call back the
! spirit, and restore the reason of Necomah
! -f"u 81 t'S Nhici StdtCN. out on lue way
his daughter died of a broken heart But
still believing i'll the efficiency of the Spring
waters TO q minister to a mind diseased" he
bore her remains to the high bluff over the
White Sulphur Spring, and there buried
| them.
And now at this day the grave of Neco.
NAH is visible, ard the rude fence about it
still stands, the big wigwams of the ralc,f;,
ces are thick around il. And every moon
the aged Yellow Smoke revisits the resting
place of his daughter, and leaves upon til,
grave cup of the medicine waters that the
troubled spirit of Necomah may drink there
from and he healed.
But now even the medicine men of tho
pale-faces send patients to the new Sarato.
go to regain health, and wealthy company
has begun the erection of a magnificent ho.
tel near the Spring, while thriving town.
called Saratoga, is grown up near the grave
Of the dusky maiden, and the tramp of civ.
| ilizaion III its westward march has hushel
into silence the rustic of the mocassin in the
long prairie grass Nebraska City Ne,cs