Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1879-09-01
SPOTTED TAILS DAUGH-
TER.
How the Princess Monica Died
of a Broken Heart from I'm
reauited Love for n Paleface
SOldipr.

Correspondence OF the Ohio Press lSteuben-
ville.)
YELLOWSTONE, Ma, Aug. 20, 1870.
MR. EDITOR: l send you reminis-
cence of the late Indian war, which may
not be uninteresting 10 your readers, as
il is a romance founded on TACT. During
the latter part OF that memorable war
which seriously disturbed those who
had emigrated to the then ragged
edge" of civilization, part oil spotted
Tails family was at Fort Laramie, and
with them was his favorite daughter,
young girl of eighteen. The fort was
then garrisOned by companies OF an
Ohio volunteer cavalry regiment, and
among the officers was handsome
Young lieutenant, OF pleasing manners.
Spotted Tails daughter Tell violently III
love with this man. Her passion does
not seem IL have been Teclprocated,
and il is said he did all he could to con-
vince her he could not marry her, and
therefore il would be wrong for him TO
visit her or co receive visits from her.
But the infatuated girl would not be
convinced, and and could not see why
she, a princess and the daughter OF the
most powerful chief on the plains, was
not a suitable wife for the young soldier.
Day after day she would dress herself
with scrupulous care, and come TO the
fort TO see her beloved. 1t was pltlable
10 observe her as, hour after hour, she
would sit on the door step OF the officers
quarters, waiting for him to come out.
At other times she would follow HIM
about like dog, seemingly happy to be
near him, and enjoy the poor privilege
of looking at him.
Spotted Tail, hearing OF the strange
conduct of his daughter, and deeply
mortified at her want Of self respect,
fastened to the fort, and, putting her in
charge of some kind friends, bid them
carry her into the Rocky mountains,
where he had little camp, and where
a portion OF his people dwelt IN the ial
and winter time. They were told to di-
vert her in every way, and ifposslble
endeayor To make her forget her foolish
passion. She went away meekly enough
but she fell into a deep melancholy,
from which no effort OF friends could
arouse her. Presently she refused to
take food, and pinned away until she was
a mere skeleton.
One day courier, whose horse was
covered with foam, sought the chief to
tell him his daughter was dying OF
broken heart, and wished To see him
once more before she passed to the splr-
it land. Away, over mountain and
stream, hurried the great chief, and
paused not by night, or by day, until
he reached the bedside of his beloved
child. He found her alive, but sinking
very fast, and she bid him sit close be-
side her and hold her hands in his while
she told him all the simple story of her
love and suffering, and Il broken heart.
She said: shall soon be at rest, my
father, and with those OF our kindred
who have gone before. In that beau
tiful land | will wait for you, and you
will soon come to join me, dear father
for your hair is white with years ol
care and toll, and you are growing old
and tired. You are a great chief, and
have vet many warriors, but pray you
MOTTO quarrel with the whites, who are
more numerous than the leaves on the
trees of the forest. Spare your people,
nv father. and rest yet little while in
peace, when YOU will have reached the
end of the Journey OF life, and come to
ioin me i'm that happy home where l
am going. The pale faces are thepeople
of him | loved so well, and between
YOU and them hope war will never
come again. And, oh, my father and
chief. when ! am dead take my poor
wasted body and lay it to rest on the
hill before the fort where | learned to
love So we'll
The chief promised he would do all
as she wished, but bid her live and she
might vet be happy. She fingered a
few days and then the faithful heart
ceased To beat. Almost heart-broken,
spotted Tail bid his attendants prepare
the body for burial, and bear 1t as rap
idly as possible on their shoulders to
the fort. Rev. \. Wright, then post
chaplain at Fort Laramie, describes the
funeral as follows i'm a letter to the writer
OF this sketch:
THE GALATIANS STORY.