The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1872-11-08

with her father for his safety. Her Of
forts we're not in vain. For days and
days she was unrcmitting in her atten.
lions and Kindness, and in q month Mil.
er's wound was entirely healed and he
bcthought him of his future. The tribe.
through the intercessiou of the girl. off
cred him a safe conduct back 10 his cat.
tie herds, but some strange invisible
power seemed b. hold him, and weeks
went by, finding him at their close still a
guest Of the Taschastas. lie knew the
girl loved him wildly, aud he knew also
that TO leave her would cost him bitter
pang, so he fingered on, even against his
better judgment.
THE PATEINAL SANCTION.
The old chief watched the progress Of
events with calm serenity and stole in.
difference worthy Of n statue. .He gave
no hint that pale face ln-in-law would
be acceptable or distasteful, fact which
Miller viewed with a great deal Of inner
satisfaction. The love Of the two ripened
rapidly-hes faster than his--for in her
wild imaginings she looked upon him as
her God and worshipped him accordingly.
She taught him a dialect by which they
could exchange thoughts and give ca.
preston 10 the heart yearnings which
overwhelmed them. He taught her
few snatches Of love songs and instructed
her in the first rudiments OF the English
tongue. He filed her mind with glow.
ing pictures Of civilization, far beyond
the mighty rangeof snow covered noun
tains in the East; and she listened With
absorbing interest to all he told he. of
the great world, Of which she knew 50
little and he 50 much.
THE FOREST NUrTALs.
And 10 the green summer wore away,
and gave place 10 golden autumn. Joa-
quin still fingered in the hospitable wig
wan, with no other thought than 10 bask
in the sunlight of the Indian maiden's
smiles She had bewildcred him with
her artless grace. and bewildered his
reason with the passionate love she 50
freely gave him. As for him he was all
in all to her, her world. her God She
had no word for any but the pale faced,
long haired stranger. and no thought for
aught save his welfare and happiness.
Aud so one day they were married. Not
within the massive stone walls OF a splen-
did cathedral, with gorgcously surpliced
priest to humble over a few formal
words which society has set up as moral
safeguard, but beneath the broad branches
of mighty oak, with no eye save that
Of the Great Spirit upon them nor any
voices save those Of the ehirping beetle
and silver-toned birds to bless their union.
Miller in later years has told us this
about the bridal guests and wedding fes-
tivities:
"The hills were brown, the heavens were blue.
4 woodpecker pounded pine top shell,
While partridge whistled the whole day thro'
For a rabbi, To dance in the chapparel,
And gray grouse drummed, ANS AIRS wellr
TIE GLORIOUS HONEYMOON.
For the next month there was but one
heaven for joaquin Miller, and that was
inside the old chiefs wigwam. The frosts
came, and the young warriors made up
hunting parties to 60 off and secure the
winters supply of provision but Miller
on all occasions, to accompany
them. He sat for hours at time gazing
into the liquid depths of his dusky part
ner's great dark eyes, and had no joy, no
happiness save when in her presence.
The old chief soon became aware of the
turn in his domestic affairs, but seemed
10 view the matter in very philosoph-
cal sense. He treated Miller well, and
regarded him as afiectionately rs a father
,ould his own son, although he wondered
hat the pale face could so long content
himself away from his home and kin
lred. The winter came and went, and
Till Miller fingered by the side of his
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