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

gone to rest. Steadily the wind rose
The haze over the faceof the night thick
ened gradually, and The stars seemed
shrinking back within The PORTALS Of the
sky.
Flying Arrow has kept good faith
with Eye Of Morning, He loves her as
the grass loves of sumneY. Will she not
go to his wigwam?" The Qjibway maid
en- was silent. THE braves of the Da-
kota do not war with the women of the
Ojibway. The doors of their lodges stand
open for you to enter. FLYING Arrow is
here; his canoe is here Will the daugh
ter of the Ojibway go?' Still Eye of
Morning was silent and her fingers un
consciously played with the warriors
belt of wampum. The land of the Da-
kota is broad and faj3tsgsiers Of
the Dakota are many and brave. The.
Ojibway maiden shall dwell in honor and
peace. FLYING Arrow knows it is death
to be found here; but he knows that the
daughter Of the Ojibway loves, and he
laughs at death for her. Will she go?"
There was a sound as Of the wind
moaning; the trees above them waved
and tossed their branches in the air, and
the dead leaves fell around Thorn, and all
was still again. Eye Of Morning loves
the wigwams Of her people, and she loves
the old chief, her father. But the Dako-
ia warrior knoweth that he hath her
heart. She loveth the one Dakota bet
ter than all the Ojibway. She will go.n
With a sudden bound she threw herself
before her lover, and the same moment a
dark figure. leaped from the cave, and
struck savagely and fercekf The knife
destined for the heart ofthdR Dakota found
its victim in HERSELF and VT a.low moan
she reeled and fell. And 10 backward
warriors war . s stsagg eFsEs auss 81 n Il s en-
brace that to the one or Mother, would
be the last. Struggled anGswayed until
they fell, and even in the fall, when the
arm Of Flying Arrow snapped like a reed,
his keen knife sought and found the War
Hawks heart.
Breathless and bewildered by the des-
perate conflict, Flying Arrow struggled
to his feet and looked around. The wind
had suddenly died away; the thick haze
parted, and the stars shone out again
And there in the dim light she lay. He
stopped and speke her name; she answer-
ed not. He lifted her hand and it fell
heavily back. He placed his own hand
upon her bosom, and the heart was mo-
tionless; its purest blood em%purpled the
cold waters that hurried by. He tried
to lift her to his canoe. and his shattered
arm and exhausted strength admonished
him that he could scarce reach it himself.
And then with a groan that nothing but
the most terrible anguish could have
wrung from his proud heart, he threw
himself down beside the Effsfess FORM
He needed not that his feet lay in the wa
tiers Of the stream; needed not that the
clouds gathered and the rain came drear-
lily down through the long hours of the
night. And the gray dawn found him
yet bowed over that form, beautiful in
death.
In the early morning there was a great
shout of surprise, and then the clamorous
sounding of many voices close above him.
Painfully he rose to his feet and looked
around. a dozen Ojibwayswayriors gazed
in astonishment at the scene, and one ell
der and more stately than the rest waved
his hand for silence and spokey " What
dost the Dakota in the land Of the Glib
way?" The Dakota looked for a mo-
ment at the maiden's cold face, pointed to
the PROSTATE warrior. and ~tten1fxing his
eyes 6ercely upon the Ojibway chief,
threw has unhurt arm proudly across his
breast, and answered, .FlyipxAArrow
fears not to die. StSw dark
brow contracted with deadly L each
bow was bent, each shaft was hnched;
and even with the loud warscry Of his
people upon his lips, Flying Arrow boun-
ded into the air and died.