The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1890-08-15

is me young brave VI tHe MODlll-
ans! The old warriors shall praise
| him and the young men shall do
him homage, and the dark eyes of
The Indian maiden shall shine like
stars at his apDroachW
But here Sultawah would spring
to his feet and say: "Sweet is the
praise of the warrior! arrows and
feathers shall be a crown for his
head but Snltawah loves not the
letters with which women bind
their warrlors brow! What are
they TO the young Mobilian brave?
What are a woman's smiles 10 the
proud chieftain'S heartg Like the
dead leaves of the forest when au-
tumn is past, like The gleam of the
trackless swamp they waken no
pleasure in his soul. Sultawah
hath his victories like The stars in
the heavens; his tomahawk is The
sureSt and swlftest in the tribe.
lie can tread like a serpent TO sur
prise the enemy sleeping by the
camp fire. Sultawah loves the
warpath aud the chase and The
smell of blood in The track of the
hunter. He hath an eye like a
hawk, and an arrow with wings
like the eagle; and he hath foot
like the panther stealing stealthily
among The bushes. His glory is
the war whoop and the scalplng
knife his bride is The song of VIC
tory! but Sultawah stoops not to
court the smile Of woman ~
Oramaika, looking upon him
thus, so brave, so free, so daunt.
less, the pride and glory of both
tribes, despite his cruel words felt
her heart 90 forth to him with an
homage rs pure and grateful as
that which the wild flowers of her
native forests yielded to the tow
ering trees whose glory overshad-
owed them. But it was in vain
that she sent him the fruit and In
dian corn from her own wigwam.
In vain she herself, the proud
princess of the Pascag0ulas, pre-.
pared his couch and meals with
her own hailds, and adorned his
tent with skins and trophies of VIC
tory. .Sultawah smiled not, nor
needed her presence, and sad and
dishearlened she would leave her
yohng companioLs and wander for
hours on the river bank, thinking
of him and dreaming the dreams
that are so sweet to youthful hope
and innocence.
Upon those banks all the truth,
the poetry, the ardor Of her pas
sion seemed ennobled and purified
by association with all that was
holy and sympathetic in nature,
and the winds, and the trees, and |
the birds, The flowers became her
conlidantes and shared the secret
of her love for the MobiIian chief
tam. Her iancy al once assisted
in exaggerating his eraces, and she
often became startled IN the midst
Of her reverie by finding her lips
a song as sweet as that
which fingered in her heart.
"Thou dOst love The brave Sui
tawah 2"
Oranaika started she thought
no one knew of her familiar haunt,
and, surprised and yexed, she saw
following close upon her footsteps
The venerable soolasay-
er of the Pascagoulans. Tegithka
boaste3 of miraculous birth, hav-
ing had neither father nor mother,
but being a direct emana;Ion from
4 cloud of mingled darkness and
lghi, during a terrible famine
which prevailed among the Pasca-
youlans. She had brought with
Ter bread, direct from The Great ]
Spirit, sufficient to maintain the
ribe till The next harvest, whence |
he origin of The name PascagOu- {
ans, or "bread callers" Tegithka {
knew all the secrets of the past, [
present and future, and was held {
n great veneration by the tribe. a
When she now addressed Ora
naika, though The girl resented
he intrusion, she dared not incur {
he displeasure of the old crone. {
''Thou d0st love the brave Sui
awah for three moons thou hast s
,aten nothing, neither hast thou
miled, and the young warriors of
hy tribe are sad because Oramai-
la's brow is dark. IT'S three
Moons since the young MObilian !
las returned 10 his nation, and
zach night thou dOst come In the {
pot where his canoe did cnt The
gaiers 10 sit and dream of thy 5
owe. But he comes not 10 see \
hee, for never yet has Sultawah 1
OOked with love into the eyes oi :
woman and shall Oramalka, for !
whose smile half the Pascagoula j
lraves would shed their llfe's blood !
hall Oramaika droop and fade be-
,ause Sultawah loves her rot y
The mailen hung her head a
car trembled upon her dark ldshes.
sHa l'' said tile old woman, peer
ng into her face, ''thou art like all
hy sex thou wilt turn from those
Who love thee tn place thy heart
where ID finds mo- haven. But thou
lost loye Sultawah thy quiver-
ng lip aud trembling form speak
but too well. Have. thea, thy
wish. Thnu shalt win his love and
or brief season thou wilt think
hat The happy hunting grounds,
which death gives 10 The brave
warrior and his faithful maic have