The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1859-11-23

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hooks, we plucked the gay beauties an
wove garlands together; and the ringin
of her voice as some new lovelincss burs
upon her sight is even now in my ear
and the smile, so full of love, with whicl
she looked on me, when placing on m,
head garland of springs first flowers
can ever forget iti
"The warm days of summer came, anc
the woods were dark beneath their dens,
foliage, and in the deep shadows, tn,
cool breezes famed our uncovered brows
rs we wandered amid the isles of the frs
fair temples Of God. Here, too-thanks
to our blessed mother-the Indian child
learned with me the lore of the white
men, and science adorned the child of na.
ture. In our labors, as in our sports, we
were united. Rushes and the wild grass
were woven into mats which in our prim-
tive cabins supplied the place of carpets
in dwellings of prouder pretentions; and
her delicate taste, and superior skill, often
made me ashamed of my own rude de-
signs, and rudcr workmanship; but a spir-
it of gentleness was always around her,
so that envy found no place in my bosom.
ain all my wanderings through the
dark old woods, she was my guide; her
foot was first on every untrod rock, and
her ready hand extended to place me by
her side. The ripe berries of summer,
and the nuts with which the frosts of au-
tumn strew the ground, we shared togeth-
er; and when winter came, the snuggest
corner in her mothers cabin was vacated
for me, and ever, r,beneath my fathers roof,
K-oo-le-sit was welcome guest.
"Ten years passed-and the shadow of
the wing of the angel of death, h,restcd on
the cabin of Anolos, and O-ta-aa- tee
slept.
"The gentle spirit of K-oo-le-sit seemed
to follow that of her departed mother
and in the agony of her grief, she needed
me not, though tried to speak words Of
tenderness; but when / bent over the in
animate form Of her parent, and my tears
fell like the summer reir, sire cIasped me
in her arms and sobbed convulsively, my
sisterp
"Together we left the presence of the
dead, and wandered along our wonted
paths, to gather flowers to lay on the
breast of the departed, and with which
to deck her lowly grave. The autumn
flowers, frost crimonsod aves,and boughs
of evergrcens, were gathered ms fitting
embems of the loveliness, and the decay
Of her on whom rested the sleep of death,
and of the enduring, changelcss love, with
which the living cling to the dead.
"For one flower we sought long and
but found it not. First to
gladden. the sight in spring, last to fade
e'er the white vestments Of winter are
spread over the cold earth-the pale, blue
violet. 1t was the flower that O-ta-aa-
tee loved.
"Preseutly 1 missed my sorrowing
and for time sought for her
in vain. / knew she would not wander
far, without her companion in her labor Of
love; yet shade of anxiety passed over
my mind, and l knew not whether to
search for her,or return TO our cabin. In
doubt l threw myself on the trunk of a
fallen tree, to await, for short time, her
return. Soon, far away in the upper air,
heard her clear voice calling to me,
'como upP
"My musings were of the mother
a spirit, / believed, that might even then
be lowering over, and watching the foot
steps of those so dear to her in life and
when that voice fell on my ear, wonder
not that my first impression was,of a call
10 join the spirit of the loved one lost; (;
and that cast my eye upward, expecting
to see the white robed figure Of her who
had exchanged the rude vestments of
mortality, for the bright garments of the
immortal.
Around, above, the wing of no yisi-
bic angel flashed through the dark, dense
foliage; and still ! listened and gazed.
Again that voice; and far away through