The Forrest City times., 1888-09-29


 tered, he obeyed the summons Take up my work r was all he asked of his Maker or of man. And that work was what? In the words of Wendell Phillips, ''the work of Christ-like man. V
 Fifty years ago a little Indian girl was born near the sacred lands of the La-la- cas, and a brown-haired Modoc mother closed her eyes in everlasting sleep. It seemed as if the love of the mother could see that little daughter lying in her cradle of bark, like a glinting copper statuette, had come to live lift of romance uG- known to her kind. She named her little one s'Nan-ook- -ta-wa' the strange child, and Nan-ook -ta wa she was called when she wandered alone among the sacred rocks where Ka-moo-kum-chux God had left his footprints, and where the sacred springs bubbled and babbed Of things that were never to be told even to won iering little indian girls.
 From Nan-ook -ta-wa's lodge door she could see the mountain peaks of the Cas- cades and hear the roar of rushing waters. Upon the still lake she would take her bark canoe and paddle softly, swiftly, here and there, never losing courage even when she felt the current that swept towards the Cascades. One day the fear less child ile chattering with her crew of younger children was betrayed into the very center of the current, which was so swift that not the stoutest-hearted brave of all the Modocs would have dared to breast it. The father from his lodge saw the danger and shouted 10 her, but it WAS too late. He few to his horse and hurried down the river bank, powerless to reach them. and seeing only now and again the racing canoe as it breasted for moment a huge wave and then plunged anew into the swirliug current from which 1t seemed that it could never rise ahoat It rose again like a eather before the father s eyes, and even in his terror his heart beat with that savage pride which comes 10 him who has beg0tten bravery. Straight and strong, upright in her canoe, there stands Nan-ook -ta-wa W tn quick eye steering right and left pat the grinning gray boulders, her white tee h set in the agony of courage an her lips drawn in smile of encouragement 10 he screaming chill dren al her feet.
 On, on they fly. the girl in the boat and the man on his horse The boat dips and whirls in clouds of foam, the horse pants and shorts as he thunders down the bank, but the boat gains fast. The father With m ghty lungs screams words of warning, but before they can reach the ears of the child they are lost In roar of rushing wa CT and grooming wood. One last supreme effort, one skilful sweep or the childish paddle and in the midst of danger the race is over. Still erect, still smiling. as if she had been padding to please grooming baby, Nan-ook- a-wa rounds her canoe out upon the lower lake
 l, hor har nraainna frpi0nt She steps upon the shore and meets her father and he braves who have joined in the pursuit They greet her as they would greet returning warrior, and there they lake from the little tne the name of Nan ook ta-wa and bestow upon her the name of Kaitch- ko-na Wi-ne-ma, ''the Little Wom- an Chief.
 From that day Wi-ne-ma was the very heartstrincs of her father and he pet of all the old warriors. That tue Great Spirit had not seen fit to breathe that courage into the body of e man child to he n was nothing. 1t was enough for their fair souls that she could not be brought to learn what fear or terror was, and they paid her homage in stories of those whose child she was. They told her of the ba- ties they had fought; they told her the tradi ions of her race, of ka-moo-kum chux God of lsees the Son of God and of the whi men they had seen. All these things they told her, and when she grew older they took her with them when they went to hunt the grizzly bear, and there took new delight Tn her never-failing dar- ing.
 Then came the time of Wi-ne-ma's love story The girl Of fifteen was as strong in her mind as she had been In her cour- age at ten. U-le ta, an Indian boy, had long been Wi meta S lover if, indeed, it Is to be lover for youth to be toa mai l. en as her shadow in the sun and for the madden 10 be to the youth as the dew to the stalwart Indian corn. With an un- failing devotion U-le-ta served for Wine ma, refusing only with true Indian pride to learn aught If the white man either by speech or by ear. It seemed almost as if the lad knew the fate that was awaiting him and sought to put 1t Of. Wine ma, as many white e-skinned sister has done, repaid the devotion of her b y lover by letting him love her and giving her love to another.
 1t was fated that the white man alone should be the one to wake the first note of love in the little woman chiefs soul and