Litchfield enquirer., 1871-12-28
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 IT. w1y among tlls hilln, The grand and noble hills that stand Liks giant guards OCT some small band. < And watch the purling rills As crystals pure and clear, Thst flow adown the mountain side, And fall with little fear, From rock to rock and fhsrs abide.
 In snow-whits. misty fake,
 Within the clear, cool lake Inzinaating through ths land
 The Aspstuck ones movsd, That flashing. dashing way 70 grand The redman always loved Not through low, svampy. miry holms- ,. Twas not sluggish stream,
 It ran with madcap gieam, And tossing mist at evsr5 beam Would straightxay flow in silent dream, With msaimsd, cuzsive swell, And with the swell there rose and fell The brook-weed and the pimpinsl; While from the holt the deer Came to tho mountain stream SO clear, And saw the darting trout; And covsys from the dallop flew whan'er the redmen might pursue Their game with hunters' shout. Twas such wild, weird country owned The WaramAugs of old The redman then had never grosned : Because the mighty trees had uOaned And fslrn by whitsman's ax dethroned; Such time trsdition's told
 This story to this day. Ohssrse, the son of Waramaug,
 Was valiant and was brave, Beloved by all his fathers tribe, Their goodwill, all they gave To him and to the fairest maid That e'er the tribe possessed; Her name was Tinchacoo, he saved Her once and him shs blessed With all the love she could bestDw. He saved her in storm That mads the laks-wases white as snow, He saved fair Tinchacoo When shs was coming over in
 Her hirchsn white canoe. Weanthaug. one of the tribe,
 Also loved Tinchacoo: On hlm shs could not smile as on Tho othsr that sls knew; Wsantinaug wood in vain, in vain;. His wooing was in vain, ahs vould not listen to his worda Nor by him would remain: A And hunted by himself. And hshed alone, alone would seek, And thus he stored mora pelf, And he'd more neat within his won Than any of the tribe. One night, . pleasant, half-dask night, This warrior a his won't With torch and bow went out alone. That night the maiden fair @ M Alone passed OCT the smiling lake And ne'er returned again: For though the lake was tranquil then, With bright and starry sly, And though they searched the break and fen, Her form ne'sr struck their eye: And Chsere shouted long and loud A wailing sTinchacooii But on the beach was stranded high Her hirchen white canoe. Much time had passed slnee ahe was lost, Weantinaug grew gay, While Cheeree's face no smile hsd crossed. Grown calder day by day. < Weantinsug nov took the lead In al thsir many gsmes, Was noted for each daring deed That clings to warrior namss. He led the chase with quiokened pace In Ohseres's old tina right; But when upon the lake one dark, Unpleasant, moonless night, When scarce the stars could shins, the haze So daxksned sll the sky,- On this unpleasant, hazy night, When fishing on the lake By pine -knots' faring, aick'ring light, Saw coming in their wake, And with figure tall and whits, The maiden Tinchacoo- They ssw with thsir uncertain light birchsn white canoe. They trsmbled at the fearful sight And shrunk in dread away. The phantom figure all in white Then thns began to ssy, And motion with her long, lank hand; ''Wesntinsug, come, eome!'' And glidsd grim and swiftly by. aOh, Tnchacoo, Icome!" The waters darkened over him, The warrior was no more. Then vanished quick tho Agure white, The ghost of Tinchaeoo, Then passed forever from the sight The birchen white canoe.