The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1881-08-17

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Indian maiden, Wanona, the daughter oil
The chief who had commanded 0maho III
be bound and left to die, who had pleaded
In vain for the life OF the young chieftain,
but the heart tf the stern father was unre.
lenting.
0ne night this little maiden, who was
but child ID years, stole from the camp,
hunted Der way througrthiCk bushes and
tangled brierp, with only the stars dim
light 10 guide her; found her way to the
spot where Omaho was bound, and with
her def, tiny fingers cut the cords that
Ibp1nd the young Chieftain 80 cruelty.
There aud then, In the quietness Of the
darlc,light, a spark was thrown into the
soulol each by some unseen power that,
90 moon succeeded moon, was lipened into
love. VA
W hen summer has died away into su.
tnmn WanOua's tribe come from their
mountain home 10 hunt near the Holly
Syringe, To those only who have lived
npdet an autumn Southern sky Can they
dream what such q sky can be.
Wanona, a. night, would steal from her
wigwam to where her canoe was hidden
Above her ainll, white moon IN vault Of
blue; at her feet, the crystal water with lie
ailvefy reflection oil the moon. How like
a painters fancy has the poet painted the
picture:
"a form Ikea Grecan godd'M
AndeyIb like ttaraRt d Khi,tTs
Facn motion NIL ard graceful,
Each Ietlou hold and Tree,
zach limb 50 illtly rounded In perfect BymstrY."
Borne along on the Summer alt, the
dip, dip, dripping Of her oar, aud the
sweet, mild cadence Of the song that falls
from her Mp. Alta little distance, far out
In the shadow, where The moon does not
find Ito, way, comes another boat, and the
young chief moons bis boat beside hers,
'rtS thsStmo old ltor,
,-,l ...l OF told In every el,ms,n l.i.H..
To night Tiers are doubts and tesrt
whispered, tales told OF an tir,elentinp
father, al jealousy, oil hate, OF all the bard
Hines Of foflune, And ofafehibrselees fate
that socmu awaiting them. Like timid
frightened iawn che Ihfinks back from
his aims, stops, foFher quick ear catches
the sound oil footsteps on the opposite
shore. Away from his strong crap she
tears herself, ar ctiei beseechinRly II
Omabo 10 az iut tho enemy IL near.
cry that seemed 10 tenI the heavens came
rom the savage crowd, lights flashed and
threw their glare over the water, showing
an approaching boat gliding silently ovbi
the water, In II the stern old father all be.
vtimed III war paint, and with him seven
warriors, each one With hand upon the
string Of the upliited bow, only waiting
for a word from their chieftain. ""'
Hitisttt brave young f)mabS, iH 9ii
ThOiiIfn. Old WARRIOR eiits,i .l..s |.I
Who's wandered iiou The hodih land
| 10 listen 10 The tlShs 'f.tyaU#
OF ybnd'f l1te.Iet maiden .
Who tllbgI with weenlng eyes
To him who'll hunt Ia spitlt-lInI ltl
i Before The Aun shall IisI" Il. ,..... ~
Over the silent wsters came the answer
A Omaho stood firmly by the side Of tht
shrinking Wsnona, BE-
uWhen np.ho goes bu' ting, ..n d.
he alW ~ hhdI hls games
Il he stttltd nahy days 400
| From The bIoid rivers aide,
10 SEEK the eilhsing inaldsh
g And SIn hAt for bic bride. d.
BjtE 10 yOuf distant b mshnd,
Ard itll them o. bis tln
OmAbn knows veil hos 10 Wo9
And heltsf lull 10 aln." ......s
| A wave 81 the bfawny hand was tht
signal 10 the waiting band besides the old
Chiti Scarcely ere the frat oar ouCheC
the water, Omaho like q panther leabinI
fbf itb piey, with hia strong atm epCifcllnl
The iaintihg WahOnG he leApsd into thl
still qniet waieia st,,.H OF sYu
A splashi-A cry oil hotfot land thu
wA,ety circle gfew fouhdet and laiget, ant
fippled until they tonched the ah0te, Tiki
Two pebbles cast into the waller, they siul
-snd what lie cannot give together theJ
find in death, The echoes die away
silently the land sinks from aight, aud hi
white moon looks down the same az eVet
on the crystal water,
A ripple and little wave, love, hbpI
aud dealhl Ard now, they say, At eatt
returning season the Indian Warrior ant
maiden meet on the autumn huntlni
ground. Cd men whisper The story Q
how, when the white men came, The lax
dried DIP and the tribe went westward to
ward the setting sun, ard left nothing bu
white sand and tiny stream OIL water Y
,ell where the lake bad been.
PHadtTY.
tt.j,,, r,,.;,A, Ma, AI.,,,, Oh. lesi.