The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-08-30

vafloI4UoQ 0ueS. C0aflle0 VISITS 10
the Moore mansioa had been frequent,
and he had learned to love the little
maiden with all the fierce, passionate
ardor Of q man who esteemed q
womans heart priceless jewel. He
had told his love and was Nellie;s ac-
cepted sutton.
One evening he and Nellie were
riding in . canoe upon the lake.
They had been talking of the time
when Charlie, who Was soon to return
to New York to finish his medical
education, would return for his bonny
bride. Charley had nothing beyond
his profession, but Nellie said that
was enough that together they would
share the rebufs Of poverty and en-
Joy the prosperity that might fall to
their store.
"Nellie," said he, pointing to an
island about . mile from the shore.
did 1 ever tell you of the legend of
that island and Why the Indians call
it the Haunted Island 2"
mo, Charlie. Please do tell
me-"
"Well, a few years ago there was an
old Indian chief named Lone Wolf.
He was the chief of all the Lake
Superior tribes, but since the death
of his squaw. Little Gazelle,' he
lived on that island. He made con-
siderable money by the sale of furs at
the trading posts, and this he had
always taken to his island. None of
his people. dared to follow him to that
mysterious retreat, and one morning
he failed to return to the main land.
A week passed away. His people
became alarmed at his prolonged
absence. One evening, about sunset,
some Of them got in a canoe and pad
died over to the island. As they
neared the shore, they could see the
chiefs tepee, and near it his recum-
bent form They landed just at dusk
and found Lone Wolf dead. They
picked up his body and placed it in
the canoe. Already it was growing
dark, and objects at a short distance
were hardly distinguishable in the
gathering gloom. As they showed
of, they heard an unearthly wall, and
looking hack they saw a tall, white
object at the top Of the hill, back of
the chiefs tepee. Again that long,
quivering cry resounded over the lake,
and was echoed back from either
shore. As they looked, it waved it's
long, white arms in q threatening
manner, and once more that un.
earthly, wailing cry rang over the
water. This was too much. They
dropped the chief into the bottom Of
the canoe and padded back to the
main land with all the speed possible.
The tale was told to the people in the
village and now you can't induce q
Lake Superior Indian, under any cir.
cumstances, to visit the island which
they call the "aaunted Island" They
believe that they saw the spirit Of
their chief protesting against their in
vasiOn of his retreat. / think the
mysterious object must have been
white heron. The Indians, naturally
superstitious, would regard it as a
warning from the spirit land to keep
away from the island. intend to
explore the whole place tomorrow"
"Oh, Charlie, aren't you afraidw
"What is there to fear. Besides
| have always had q curiosity to ex-
plore the place and must before l 60
back"
The canoe was headed homeward
and neither spoke again of the
Haunted Island. but their converse
ton was a matter that would interest
them more than the reader.
The next morning Charlie set off in
his canoe. AS he neared the island
he could see several white herons
perched solemnly on the beach or
back and forth with ridicu-
lous gravity. Occasionally one would
pause, flap his wings and give vent to
that peculiar cry which had so startled
the Indians. AS his canoe grated
upon the pebbly beach the herons
few off in alarm. Nero, who did not |
enjoy boat rides, Ieaped eagerly out as
his master drew the light craft upon |
the shore. Charlie then sauntered
of.
The island was about a mile and a |
half long and half a mile wide. 1t
consisted of hills which were covered
with forest trees. On the north side
these hills ended in a sheer precipice
IF rock, while to the south they |
'loped gradually to the waters edge,
Charlie sauntered around slowly.
looking at the arrow heads.
and other evidences If