The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-02-24

days, and sometimes weeks would elapse.
Each time he came, it was to talk of
Jesus. After the longer periods Of his
absence, he, on his return, frequently
brought with him beautiful shells, and
delicately colored sea weeds, as gifts for
| the maiden Louise. She had won from
him an ardent admiration, mingled with
tender reverence. He never wearied
listening to her sweet song and the music
of her light guitar. In his own poetical
language, he often declared the voice of
the lovely Miskodeed (the spring beauty
was sweetsr to his ear than "the music Of
singing birds in the moon of Bright
flights" april.
One evening, after an unusually long
absence, he returned just at the hour for
prayer; it was, too, the anniversary Of his
first visit, but this time when the pastor
called to prayer, Sken Ken, the proud
warrior, kneeled an humble suppliart at
the feet OF Jesus.
When the prayer was ended, before.
the succeeding silence could be broken,
Sken Ken pointed to pitcher of water
and said: "Here is water, I would be
baptized. I believe on Jesus. love
Jesus, who shed his blood to wash the
black stains from Sken Ken's heart !
He has lifted my burden, he has shown
me bright light! I believe and love
Jesusp So Sken Ken, the Indian
warrior, was baptized, and became a
member of the household of faith.
Sken Ken tarried with his Christian
friends for several weeks, sometimes
lingering around the Huguenot maiden,
listening to the music of her guitar, and
paying her the most delicate and defer
entail attentions; sometimes teaching
the boy, Gabriel, to bend his bow, and
point his arrow with the red mans grace
full skill and certain aim; but most fire.
quently he was found, with childlike
simplicity, sitting at pastor Lejeau's feet,
listening with eager and earnest atten-
ton as his Christian father read to him
from the Book of Life, or talked with
him of their great leader, the Captain of
Salvation, who had only gone little
while before to prepare. them mansions
in his Fathers house.
Impelled by Christian love for his
brethren, and zeal for his Masters cause,
the converted brave announced suddenly
one day to his friend and teacher, his
determination to return to his tribe, and
tell them of the wonderful and mighty
Media Man (physician) he had found for
his spirit wounds; of the peace and
healing already conferred, and of the
untold treasures and joys laid up in that
glorious spirit land for all who love this
great and wise counsellor. Then, with
inimitable simplicity, he added; II will
beg them come find Jesus, too"
With digni6ed sorrow, he bade, his
friends farewell. To Louise he said,
placing his hand on his heart "sken a
Ken will never forget the gentle Misko-
deed"
Then kneeling at Mons. Lejeau's feet,
he begged as he had done on his first
visit: "No'sa bid Tohewah bless mep
The old man was moved even to tears,
and Joined by the whole weeping family
he kneeled beside his young convert, and
offered hearty thanksgiving that he had
been brought from death to life, and i'm
plored for him that he might ever find
rest and guidance beneath the Comfor-
ter's safe wing.
The fervent Amen repeated, Sken a
Ken, too proud to weep, hastily loft, not
daring to trust himself with another word
OF look.
More than twelve moons had wa1ed
and waned, and nothing had been heard
of the young brave, but he was not for
gotten. Louise gazed often and sadly
upon his pretty gifts, the shells and sea
weeds, and wondered with tender pity,
"What has become of the gentle and
noble brave?" Gabriel daily wished for
his favorite friend to chase the red deer
with him through the forest, or fish for
the fine Dream and trout, with which the
rivers and creeks abounded. But it was
at the hour of prayer that the tenderest
and holiest emotions clustered around
the name and memories of Sken q Ken.
One bright moonlight night, in the
springtime of the year, nearly eighteen
months after the young chieftain had left
them, pastor Lejeau heard gentle tap
at his window, and faint voice calling:
'No'sa, No'sa, awaken~ He arose, and
opening the shutter, the house being low
to the ground, he recognized his loved
pupil, Sken Ken. With joyful greet
ing the good pastor bade him come in.
In calm voice the Indian made him
understand he was wounded, and was
too feeble to help himself. Pastor Le-
jeau was soon by his side, offering to
assist him into the house, but the Indian
stubbornly refused to be moved, until he
had disclosed the object of his visit,
''for," said he, 'the spirit of Sken Ken
may not wait"
He then told Monsieur Lejeau that his
tribe had devised secret and we'll laid
plan for making bloody raid upon their
white brothers. He had tried, but vain
ly, to turn them from their murderous
purpose. He had represented to them
how much happier and wiser it would