Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-01-14

a stone into the stream, and at the splash
she looked up. With a startled exclama-
ton at the sight of the Dakota warrior,
she bounded away and fed.
Knowing his danger if she reached her
people and reported his presence, FLYING
Arrow: pursued, and ere she gained the
summit of the bluff, he grasped her arms,
and hurriedly led her back. Calmly and
without a word, she submitted to what
seemed but fate, but when they reached
the mouth of the cave, the young warrior
released her arm, and said:-"The daugh-
ter Of the Ojibway need fear nothing, Fly
ing Arrow wars not with women; he seeks
the brave; the chief. The deer that flies
from the hunter hath led. him here, and
he is alone. The Ojibway maiden will
not tell her people that Flying Arrow
standeth here unfriended?2 Eye of
Morning hath seen no deer Aieth. Why
colneth the Dakota warrior to the hunt
ing grounds of the OIbway? Onthe war
path?" Flying Arrow knoweth not the
sound of a lie. | have spoken" She
bowed her head timidly. Eye of Morn.
ing believeth. She will not tell her peo-
pie. The Dakota may go in peace
"The lodge Of Flying Arrow is a long
days journey to the West. His feet are
weary. May he not rest Wonder. till the
sun cometh?" and he pointed to the cave.
!" The Ojibway people come not to the
cave by night. The Dakota may sleep"
And Eye of Morning will not tell her
people?" Neither doth the daughter Of
the Ojibway chief know the sound of a
lie" Flying Arrow moved from her path
as she looked proudly up, and she walked
away. Before she wassgone, he asked hes
itatingly, doth the QEbway maiden of.
ten stand where the Cd ar water runs,from
the Hill?"a She turned and stepped once
or twice back. and after a long and ear
nest look into his face, answered with
trembling emphasis, eff all be true that
are here she cometh often when the sun
is low in the west. Eye Of Morning
speaketh truth. The Dakota may sleep
in peace"
With these words she was gone, melt
ing into the glowing obscurity, even as
the deer he had pursued had done before.
He walked down to the river and looked
over its broad surface. where the faint
light of a young moon rested upon the
cold white fields Of ice, or leaped momen-
tary flashes from the dark water between.
But the passage back was doubly per-
ilous by night, and his faith in the deep,
bright eyes tibet had looked so earnestly
into his own was strange; so he went
back to the cave, and in its gloom he
slept, and dreamed of crossing the great
river on floating ice, holding Eye of Morn
ing by the hand. But the early daylight
saw him once more crossing alone, and
the evening found him sitting solidarity in
his lodge musing of that cave in the land
of the Ojibway.
1t would be idle to speak of how Fly
ing Arrow when the ice all was gone, and
the birds we're beginning to sing in the
groves, took his birch canoe, and crossing
the great river far above aoated down in
the shadow Of the hills; and how Eye of
Morning stood now in the shelter Of an
overhanging tree by the rivers brink,
singing no pensiye song, but wistfully
looking through the deepening twilight
toward the land of the Dakota.
Let it be enough to know that twice
every meon-orce when the thin ores
cent. like a little child, but waited to see
the evening candles lighted and then went
to sleep-and once when the full orb rose
and the sun retired, Flying Arrow and
Eye of Morning would stand together at
the mouth of the darksome dusky cave
That many times he besought her to
leave her kindred and go with him to the
lodges Of his people, and she tremblingly
delayed until the summer wore away and
the hazy autumn time had come. That
War Hawk, one Of the young chiefs Of
the Ojibway, would have taken Eye of
Morning to his own lodge, and often vain
" urged her to go.
That he vas fierce of mood and jealous
at heart, and that he iercely watched her
that he might see to whom she had given
the heart he wished for his own. Let this
be enoug till the first young moor in the
hazy autumn time. 1t was beautiful and
still that evening, when Eye of morning
slowly wandered into the glen of the cave
and stood in the shadow wheresthe river
|rippled almost to her feet. The wind that
came toward her across the river was soft
and cool; the sentinel stars were just Wis
ible near the zenith, and the moons pale
crescent. yened by the dreamy haze of au-
tumn, was fast following the sun to rest.
There was no sound but the whispering
Of the rivulet or the rustic of some sere
and yellow leaf twirling slowly to the
earth.
1t was an evening met for quiet medita-
ton and the maiden waited for her lover
she wondered what Kind Of a place was
his far off lodge and whether, if she was
there, she would long to return to the
wigwams Of her people. By-and-by her
eyes frightened as she saw the birch ca
noe floating silently from above.
Noiselcssly Flying Arrow stepped on
shore and the two walked slowly up the
mouth of the cave and there stopped
Swiftly an hour passed. The moon had