Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1858-03-04


glitter ola tomahawk. With deadly ann
the Indian threw it full at the head OF
Cooley. A slight movemen. of the body
aad tie weapon was buried beneath the ST.
.ent waters of the river beyond The
white man escaped, but the next moment
the warrior was rolling on the ground in
the agonies Of DEATH Cooley's bullet had
not missed is mark.
Then uprose on the air the yells ola hun
fdred savages. Cooley hastily resumed his
light costume and stood waiting the event
There were loud calls among the Indians,
as If from lip 10 lip ran the summons to the
spot. In few moments more, from every
direction appeared the denizeas of the for
est. Stealthily they approached. There
Tas terror III the manner with which the
white man was regarded as he stood there
proudly, undaunted and defiant. As they
closed upon him the Snow drop rushed in
10 their midst, snd throwing herself into
ihe arms of her white lover, turned towards
sae appnoachiog numbers. With passion
ate expressions she addressed them With
fervid cloquence she heldthem SPELL bound.
She might have lriumphed had no, a new
character presented himself upon the
scene. This vas Wab-a-shaw, the had
chief Of the tribe and the mighty warrior
Of them all. Over his broad capscious
shoulder, and across his breast, hung
rich and elaborately worked blanket. A
glittering teinahawk was in his belt Of wam-
pun. He was noble specimen Of the
brave Sachems of old. Striding up tc the
dead body of the Indian, he uttered one
sad cry, then motioned to his people to
remove the corpse of their kinsman. He
glared ferccly upon the young adyen-
turcr, who had so unfortunately invoked
Vengeance. His daughter, Nah le o-ah,
stood beside him as he addressed Cooley
You have come to the haunts of the red
man TO murder and destroy! When your
axe first resounded through these woods,
my people came to me, and said that the
pale face had chosen himself n home amid
their wilds They would have sent him
in the swift canoe down into the far. far
waters ofyon river; hut Wa-ba-shaw said
no! Let the white man stay. Behold how
we are repaid! A Daco;ah brave has
been sent 10 Monitou's hunting grounds.
oy the bullet of the stranger. The pale
face must die'
'Wa-ba-shaw. hear mer
Mol The wind in It's flee,ing whispers
but 2gesages the storm. Wa-ba shaw will
not listen! The spirit of our murdered
brave is shrieking for vengeance. NoDa-
cotah has yet died without having the
scalpl
His tomahawk was raised to strike. De-
moniac passion worked in every feature.
Cooley stood calmly, facing him. awaiting
with folded arms the blow he telt be could
not avert; but but ere the weapon descend
ed tho Indian maiden stepped forward and
arrested the arm in its mid career.
Hold, Wa-ba-shawl He is a chief of
the Dacotabs, and you dare net strike him.
The custom of our race is, that when the
daughter of our king weds the stranger,
he becomes chief The pale face is the
master Of Mah-e- too -ah. the Melting
Snow drop of the tribe. Here in his bo-
som repose, and if he dies, | die too.-
Tah-a-was-sa -sa was dog. who sought the
ife Of the stranger
Her presence of mind saved him. Wa
"a shaw. savage though he was, could not
'esist the pleadings of affection. His war
,iors, who had never loved the dead tyrant,
made no objection.
Years afterwards, when civilization,
spread its influence far in the north west
when other white men came to settle upon
he lands that our government had pur-
chased of its dusky owners, Cooley and his
ovely Indian bride still dwelt beside the
Father of Waters The children Of the
vain now mingle in the best society of
St. Paul, while the White Chief of the
Daco;ahs,' and his warm hearted wife, on
oy the respect OF all who know them.