Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1882-08-10
BEAUTIFUL INDIAN ROMANCE.
WHY THE YOUNG VILLAGE OF MIOE
WAS NOT NAMED
WannamookopokanokeeicGhooLoogah-
goomeg0otche.

goomeyootche.
From the Norrhe. Mail
The question has been often asked
whether the name "Mioe" is of Indi-
an origin, and for the information of
the public we give the following reason
why our village has not beautiful In
dian namel:
lT was on beautifully bright Octo-
be- afternoon-golden rays from the
orb of day had shown n decided dis
position to get slanting"-as a news
paper man wended his way through
swamp by The dark waters of the Cass.
with his heart full of poetry and elias
sic music and his boots iull of muddy
water, when 10! i'm The forest before
him rose IA lodge Of the "noble red
man." There was an "aching void
in our hero's gastronomy which no
amount of "claasic music" would fill
up, and he was faint from carrying n
rusty Spencer carbine and an army
cartridge box. The regular dime nov
ell hero never gets tired nor require
food, but ii is hero was both tired and
hungry. The first object that attract
ed his attention was tall, gr(e)aceful
Indian maiden with II fiat nose. His
enchanted eye lit upon her raving
locks made glossy by tallow from the
in ;estine of the festive porcupine,
making her doubly attractive to our
quill-driving hero. A beautiful, far
of, smoky look was in her dark eye
and ~ she stood attired in petticoat
sneared with tallow from the red deer,
and bear-skin sacque, which, on ac-
count CT is brevity, had formed n
treaty of peace with the pet icoat,
our hero was enhanced. How long
he 5000 here is lot known, but when
the oangs of hunger had awoke him
he was thinking what he had heard
about beautiful beings good enough
to eat" but was surprised 20 find one
ready creased for swallowing. lie
opened his mouth as he saw ,he wood
land beauty in IL glittering sheen-a
silver cloud-oi coon's grease and asli-
es, but when he caught sight of the
gals mother lie concluded not to
:waller," but commenced studying n
speech. lie thought of "Oh! Why
does the white man follow my pathi ;"
and all the good Indian poetry he had
ever heard, but ii was not equal to the
occasion. At last lie got down to bus
iness and spid:
Dark-eyed daughter
OF the forest,
Smoke-eyed maiden
Sinearcd with coon grease
Let ne tarry
At your wgwam;
White man hungry,
Weary waking.
lie has chased the
l Fleet-foot washkash,
lie is foot sore
And all played out.
Lea him rest be-
neesh the pine trees;
Let him only
Smell The coon grease.
Roast for him q
Hedgehog liver
Hedgehog liver
In the ashes.
Captured by the
Deep-mouthed boy-hound,
Roasted by the
Sweet-smok'd pine-knot;
Tended by your
Shiny fingers,
Pale-face wishes
Fragrant hedgehog.
After the above was shot off and the
smoke cleared away our hero watched
closely 10 observe the effect, but Maid
O, the Smoky Eye scratched her head
obviously, and after investigating re-
sui she murmured: Wannamooka-
Observation-Disclosures h z o O.
me-" The hero told her he was of ex-
actly the same opinion. Realizing the
fact that something practical must be
cone "darned quick" he placed his
hands where once his stomach was,
and then made up IA face. lie then
gave a hungry smack with his lips, nc
companied by various gesticulations
towards the fair one. This had the
desired effect, and again the maid re
peated the magic word and her mother
said Ugh" A noble red man in a
very ragged Mack;naw appeared and
took part in The discussion, but the
shiny maiden again uttered the magic
word, and the business was fixed. In
due time the feast was spread, and oul
quill-driver commenced dining off tn,
flesh of another quill driving animal
nayi from OF the very liver of the
"fretful porcupine." Liver! did W,
sayl Let us hope the hero will evel
think so. He was not an anatomist
and when he say anything pertaining
to the internal economy of the fear
fully and wonderfully made hedgehog
he innOcently calls IL oliver" He Il