The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1884-08-29

maiden stealthiiy entered the raphve's
tent, and with "a sharp kniia soon sew
cred the thongs of buckskin that bound
him, and arning him with knife and
| tomahawk, they cautiously crept forth
| into the darkness of the night; but, alas! |
only to disappointment and death. The
lake brave, Tho had watched and lis
tened, was IN ambush, and as the Maid
en- and her lover slipped out of the back
of the wigwarm, he struck the lover |
dead with one blow of his tOmahawk, |
and with his war whoop was mingled |
the screams of the maiden.
The next day the maiden told her peo- |
pie her story of love, finding sympathy
in every heart.
From that dav on she dropped
and faded, her heart being in the grave
with her lover. Every evening where
her lover fell, she would sit and Groom
soft, low songs, giving vent TO the sad
ness and sorrow of her broken heart in
melody.
For year she fingered, gentle and
kind to all, no beam of gladness ever
lighting her eyes, no smile ever wreath
ing her lips. On the anniversary OF her
lovers death, she was unusually de
pressed and sad. Toward shutdown she
dressed herself in her finest apparel and
donned all her ornaments, and repairing
to her accustomed place, where now
large willow stands on the western shore
of the lake nearly opposite the present
boat landing, she was heard to Groom the
, death song OF her tribe. Soon all the
snuaws with disheveled hair took up the
vail, and the men with blackened
faces sat in groups with bowed
; heads all awaiting in GRIEF ana
d Gloom the approach of the death angel,
, which their superstition told them was
! soon to come to claim the best, beloved
{ of the village. When the stars above
! told all that midnight had come,
! screech owl in neignbori NC tree utter
l. ed its melancholy note, a whippoorwll
sounded its sad refrain, the winds wailet
y through the trees aud - lone wolf airset
i UNCONVENTIONAL. With cry Of ecstac.
Yonduapin, the maiden, suddeul,
he threw herself into the lake, sinking t.
Is rise no more in life from beneath it
VI waves, and nj the solf-same hour he
lover, Walgalalla, had died one year be
D, fore her gentle spirit took its hight L
W Join his III the happy land, where ther
=, is no more sOrrOwing.
VI at WAS in the mild September, an
II The hooking bird was singing far ant
wide" when Nonquapin sank rest fol-
III ever i'm the bosom of the lake
L md on tho night of the ith of ever
u, September the spirit of 1onquapin re
OF visits the scene of her dcsolation an
j. death, and sitting beneath the wilio'
IS roe croous the death song of her race
p and then towering over tho waves OF III
no AXE, with hands crossed on her brea'
IS and her black hair iloating on Tn
rs, breeze, slowly fades from sight, to |
IT seen no moro for Il year.
'rS The following spring after the, deat
If the maiden, the beautiful yellow u
ne les now so plentiful in the lake, spraf
No ~ from its depths, their brosd ieaN
III .5rcadin= out over the waters, ana the
an ,,ch yellow blooms making sweet 1
IN he air around. From that time uu
Iis ,hi., they have been called Gonquapil
ere i'm memory Of the maiden who died l
Ipyo. In few years more |
=, wbito lilies began TO grow, mingiII
lily lheir perfumes with those of the yet!l,oo
M smblclnatic orthe purified and glorih
We spirit ofthe lost GOnQunpln.
ne These lilies, rs | said, are species
ra- the lotus moi TIE lotus OF the lotus e
MY nrs. for that is tGe honey shuck Of ir
-, Int still the famed lotus Of dist;
luh .limes. Their broad, round leaves, Ire
ohs a foot to two feet in diameter, floating
pen the hosum of the waters and gently
All ng and falling with the swell OF
csc waves, look like vast green we've
red go andy beautiful. tn