Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1891-05-07
A TOUCHING ROMANCE.
An Indian Legend Replete with Soulful
Sentiment.

An Indian Legend Replete with Soulful
Sentiment.
several years ago, when Detroit was
mere trading post, and one coon-skin
would buy a quart of whisky on any
day of the week, except Sunday,
Tribe of Cheppewa Indians had their
camp on the Cass farm. The most
friendly feeling prevailed between
White man and Indian at the time,
CHIEFLY because the white man was plan
ming to skin the Indian out of all he
possessed and then order him to move
on.
The chief of the tribe was named
hO-bosses-the-jo Job" He was
great warrior. a famous hunter and
had been known to eat a whole dog at
a single meal. This chief had daugh-
ter-a beautiful maiden wEo had out
jumped her eighteenth birthday by
three or four months She had the
grace of an antelope, the step of rab-
bit, the voice of nightingale, and the
sweet disposition of a woodchuck. She
loved her ma and pa up to one hundred
cents on the dollar, and at Christmas
time she hung up both stockings to
have them filled to the brim. Her
name was "She-who- mbs-a-tree by
night
Everything was going well in the
camp of the Chippewas until the Indian
maiden happened into store on Jeffer-
son avenue one day to buy herself
bear-trap There she encountered
young white man named "He-who-
parts-his-hair-in -the-middle," and he
waited on her with such a charming
I, e., he,
rat furs, that she fell in love with him
and vowed that she would make him
her provision provider or never marry
anyone. He also seemed to be consid-
erably gone on her, but, alas. it was
only his way of encouraging In Jun trade
and earning his salary of nine dollars
per month and found.
The maiden called again and again to
inspect the bear-traps, and to look the
love burning in her bosom, and now
and then, to help trade over dull
week, the young man went to her camp
and sat in her tent and read to her from
Shakespeare, Milton and other standard
authorities. He saw that she loved him,
but he did not recip. He could not. He
was engaged to the daughter of Il widow
who was keeping fifty-two boarders at
four dollars per week, and was satisfied
with good thing. She Who-Climbs''
did not know this, and continued to
think of him by day and dream of him
by night until an Indian known as He
Who-Catches-On' finally gave her a
pointer. She would not believe it, of
course, replying to him:
Go to Pontiac, base calumniator.
My heart tells me that He-Who- Parts
His Hair -The-Middle is no deceiver.''
Il can prove it for a quarter he
augrily exclaimed. Tonight at eight
he will meet her at the usual trysting
place-the big beech tree on what the
white man calls Adams avenue Be
there before them. Ensconce yourself
in the outrageous umbrageOusneSs,
and I'll bet my last coon-skin against a
deer's track you will hear something
DROP
The dusl<y maiden attempted to fol-
low his advice, and quarter to eight
o'clock she was up a tree. He-Who-
Parts and his girl met at the usual
hour and talked of love, maple
sugar, molasses candy and other
sweetness, and he-Who-Climbs heard
every word from her perch overhead.
The young man had just remarked that
he would like the marriage day set for
the 18th of next month, when the In
dian maiden's heart, which had been
swelling for the last hour suddenly
burst with a loud ''kerwhang," and
down she fell, lifeless thing. In her
fall she struck and killed both the
lovers, and as the stars of a summers
night came out glorify the dome of the
earth. and the breeZeS blew up from
Wyandotte to fan the camp-fires of the
sleeping red men. the whip-pOOr-will
came and rested on the tree and sang a
lullaby to the quiet dead.-Detroit Free
Press.