Nebraska advertiser., 1864-07-02

wigwams Of the Ojibways."
The wigwem Of FREELY is lonely"
"A.puk-wa has never entered there,
He knows notn
''The great chief is ever absent. The
mother that rocked the little birchen
cradle has gone to the spirit land; the
daughter is alone tharesn
!. ssF---s.s si0,v losIiy wflen slsa;-.e, -, a.
wind-rocked nest, swaying with the bough
and singing in the sunshine e.
"The tongue Of FREELY wanders far
from the trail" s.
GAS the bee flies, so are her words. =
"The path of the bee is crooked as the
, fserpent's when it seeks to rob the flowers
of their honey dew.p
Then as the arrow when the wolf is
in the way. and the hunter would bury
its stony head in the quick.throbbing
I.brain." -
The ragged string turns the arrow from
the mark, and the half-feathered shaft
flies sPortto the wind"
"Then the eye is false and the arm un.
steady"
+ Aware thatit was simply useless to
handy words with the girl, whom he had
long and urgently sough, to fill his wig
VAIN. and vexed that she should thus
lightly turn away all his advances to the
subject that was nearest and dearest to
his heart. the swarthv brow of the Indi.
aan grew black as night. and bis hand in
yolnn,arily sought the tomahawk that
glitered in his belt But reason return
ed in season to control the base impulses
of passion, and softening his manner he
continued, outwardly calm. hut with
raging fire burning volcano.like within !:
/ "Fire-FIy knows well the words a
/ puk-wa would have steal into her ears,
/ and find a resting place in her heart"
"Her ears are not closed like m ad-
der's. Size can hear the low music Of
the waters. and The rustling of the for
est leaves"
Let her listen, then, to the voice Of
the warrior"
I, Il, istnot soft Ike that Of he dove. II
is The harsh scream Of the Tr y seeking
hawk. If she would, she could no; be
deaf to its sound"
THE wigwam of A-puk-ws is filed
with the meat and hung around with the
scalps of his enemies; bot there is no
squaw there 70 cook-to grind The maize,
mend his moccasins, or welcome him
when he returns faint and hungry"
"There are many maidens in the lodges
of the Ojlbwavs that would glad, the
warriors heart"
/ The one within whose veins swells
the hot red blood of chieftains seeks 30;
his mate from such The eagle chooses
not tie dove. the proud an,Iered buck
The cowardly sheep of the pale-face, or
he high-leaping panther the snarling
wolf"
"The maidens Of the forest will not be
deaf to the clll of the Bolru2h. Let
him speRk-thnv will ans 1er."
"And Fire,FIy?"
"Her Jigh, must still remain TO gladden.
the lodge Of her father"
1t was a point. blank refusal, and again
the black shadow fell upon the face of
the Indian. and the veins on his forehead
swelIaG ont like whip cords. All the
base, black passions of his nature snrged
wildly up. and would not be controlled.
The flood gates of revenge burst through
the lettering embankments, and ran riot
to their wrath. Rapid as thought was
the strong grasp he laid upon her arm,
while with his other hand he waved the
death dealing tomahawk in circles around.
FREELY mus die ~ he hissed, ser.
pent-like, through his fasi-locked teeth.
She has scorned the love of the warrior
whose tent poles are hung with the
scales of the enemies. and whose leg
gings are fringed wl,h their hair. Look |!
Upon his breast he wears their teeth aud
claws, won in single, handed fight,
when winter-starved il rushed from its
rocky den.
"The Bulrush is a coward, and no war
rior. He would frighten weak girl,
even as the serpent does the tiny bird, p"
was the 'aunring reply for FIre-Fly well
knew that any show of fear would but
hasten her fate.
Let the prayers of FREELY be
hrealhed to he Monitor. See the sun
shine is creeping to the mossy end of the
log she is resting upOn Quickly almost
as the panther's leap it will be there
Then the death. angel Will hear The soul
of FREELY TO the laid of shadows"
rAnd A-puk-wa will boast of his
bravery in the wigwsms of his tribe
n Bo dara noi He will Sink an av