New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-01-02

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for the first beam Of the sun that
would witness their trial.
That same night the Fathers at
the Jesuit mission were awakened by
loud shouts Of the chief of Dakotas,
iintermingled with those Of some
friendly Cress who accompanied him,
and a small detachment of his own
braves.
What seek ye?" inquired Father
de Smet.
Great chief Of the Blaekrobe's, =
answered Redfeather.' my daugh-
tiers, on whose heads you poured
the water, are captives of our enc
mics the Blackfeet Thou knowest,
therefore, what fate awaits them"
sWhat! the two angels of our mis-
sion school? How did it happen?0
Father, we attacked the Black
feet lying in ambush, but did not con-
quer them. Then they fell upon our
camp, and we repulsed them. But
a party ofskulking braves captured
my two children"
80 chief, thou art not baptized!
Thy wife and daughters know and
love the great God, but neither thou
nor thy warriors have accepted the
Christian law. What wilt thou there
fore OF the Blackrobe?n
Father, the Great Spirit Of the
Blackrobes is all powerful: ask Him
to restore to me my beloved daugh-
tiers. =
"Redfather, what thou sayest is
true: the Great Spirit is all-poWerful,
full of mercy too; but He is also just.
He loves not hatred, pillage, and
murder. It was to crafty thy hate
thou didst attack thy brothers the
Blackfeet. Thou Wonld'st slay their
warriors, and they have captured
thy children. Reproach only thyself,
for thy punishment is just
!. ssThy words are like arrows, wise
teacher. | have done wrong
Then must thou crave pardon"
Blackrope, [ do implore forgive
ness. Ask the Great Spirit to give
me back my Snowflake and my Wild
bird, and | promise that will re-
ceive thy Baptism =
"That is not enough. In a few.
hours / shall celebrate the august
Sacrifice of Atonement before the
Great Spirit; thou must promise to
speak to the chiefs of thy nation,
that all may come and learn the
true prayer from the Fathers
promise with my whole heart.
What say ye, brayes?''
'sWe accept the will Of the Black
goWn-we will be Christians. 2
And that is not enough" urged
the priest. Thou must promise
that in future thou wilt not attack
the neighboring tribes withoutcause,
and
Father the Crows and Blackfeet
do us all the harm they cam
1T matters not. Thou mayest
defend thyself, but never attack.
Still more, thou must forgive. The
Great Spirit is the Spirit of peace,
| and will be deaf to my supplication
fthou dost cherish anger in thy in
most heart. =
Father / believe, and we swear
to abide by thy Words
| "Chief, trust thou art sincere
that no lie turks in thy heart. May
the Great Spirit be merciful to thee
and grant thy petitionp'
| III
| In the gray of the early morning
Father de Smet was standing at the
altar, but before beginning the
Holy Sacrifice of the Mass he inform
ed the Rev. Fathers and Brothers of
the danger to which the young
Christian disciples were exposed, and
explained what a loss the lives of
these exemplary maidens would be
to their little mission. He also told
them of Redfeat theirs solemn promise
to influence his nation to embrace
the true Faith. Then all present re-
neWed their fervent prayers that
God would show His power, and pro-
mote his own greater glory by de
liyering the captives.
Meantime the two maidens were a
| prey to involuntary dread of the
! torments which awaited them. Again
and again they called upon the
Mother Of SorroWsto obtain for them
fortitude and perseverance, that they
might die like the martyrs of whom
Blackrobe had told them. Sudden
| ~ they beheld q youth Of radiant
countenance, attired in the festal cos
tune adopted by their own tribe.
His eyes shone with supernatural
light, and there was something about
him that treasured the stricken doves
even before he spoke. I come to de-
liver you," he said, at the same time
cutting as if by heavenly magic the
strong cords that bound them to the
| pine tree. His voice was sweet and
low, and he added, Follow me. 2
Joyfully the two fugitives followed
their mysterious guide, who walked a
! short distance ahead of them.
He must be an angel, : whispered
Wild-bird for | feel weary no lonerg,
norris my heart fearful"
Did we not invoke the Queen of
AnoroIc9 Sho hoe -, <e,e,~,,, ROY,