The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-11-24
INDIAN SUMMER-MICHABO.
From the State Journal.

From the State Journal.
A bright autumn day remind, us of The
story of Michabo. 1t is IN Indian leoend
and Brinton says the Algononins. with
the various branches of that red family
from Hudson's Bay to the Gulf. from the
Atlantic coast to the mountains, ages
ago, gathered about the winter fires and
/ never tired ofSlepeatlng the story OF
Michabo the Great Hare The early
missionaries, crest their souls,) who were,
as every one knows, most unromantic,
matter-ot-fact men, called MichaDo the
chimerical beast" but the Indians regard
Ell it as their common ancestor He was
powerful and beneficent to them, beyond
all others-the maker of the heavens and
all the world When the Indian was
asleep Michabo appeared in his dreams
and told him where to- find the game, for
he was mighty hunter Of old. One of
his footsteps measured eight leagues. the
Great. Lakes were the beaver dams he
built, and when The cafaracts jrnneded
his progress, he tire them away with his
hands5n He was the niaker6of light and
| slept in the East, When invok ed, from
1.-THE edge OF the earth where the sun rises,
on the shore Of the infinite ocean tina sur
rounds the land, and where he had his
wigwam, he scented luminar,es forth on
their daily journeys. We wish he would
put his great foot on Tammany Hall and
IFS evil plntters, To day ;nibut M chabn
comes no more to give such S&chems wis.,
dom. While attentlvely watching rhe
spider spread It's web to trap unwary flies,
I he devised the art of knitting nets to
lfcatch tish, zndifth egsiguSqmd charms he
tested aud handed down to his descend
ants were nlarves, of efficacy IN the chase.
At that time Manhattan Island was but q
green pasture between two rivers. visited
10y 'dser and stray fishing PARTIES OF red
men. Milwaukee, had not shipped IA
bqshel of wheat in a thousand years, and
Chicago was ruled ~ muskrats. 51 2ai
| Then MlchaDo ruled everywhere in
this land. five may relieve the indians,
and he was A great, kind, good old chief,
who Loved all his children Not unlik.
nim are some of Irving delightful, mel.
low hearted and robust New York Dutch
| men, of the old school. But we common
ced to say chat Michabo the Great Hare.
was an ancestor that all well regulated
Indians were wisely and justly proud OF,
and whose story they We're never, tired OF
telling He was, usually very busy, as
such a powerful and benetcent being
should be, and his most delightful mood
was just about this time in the season.
We quote the words OF his historian for
they are well chosen. They show what
kind OF an ancestor the Indians believed
IN, and the picture given no reader who
has looked upon Il Wisconsin landscape
on an Indian summer day, will be likely
to soon forget. He says of Mlchabo:
s. In the autumn, in the moon Of the
}talling leaf, ere he composes himself tt
his winters sleep. he fills hes great psp,
and ta6ss a godLiss, smoke. THE 6aLma
clouds float ocer the hitLs and qooodIa,,ds
FILLING The AIR 10Th the haze Of the Indian
suneneer.pW aTetei uhr vfefssf n,
j We pale faced foreigners, who have
been here only since the seventeenth cen.
fury dawned, cannot see Michabo. But
\ doubtless the lonely Indian, lingering on
l"this bank and shoal of time" looking
! upon the land that was once held by hi,
! ancestors, can fancy, in the quiet Autumn
days, that he sees Michabo, reclining a
his ease, his golden locks, like streams o
sunshine, lying across The slope where
great corn fields show their wealth O
| yellow ears, and pumpkin pie timber il
plentiful. There we leave him; anc
cave poor Ln, thinking of the happy
hunting grounds, @
; Where hard times come again no more.