Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1892-03-25

pray with hope that God would let me
know the truth. and II she still be
here TO clasp my darling IN my arms
just once-once more But He is
merciful and knoweth hest. Praise
the Lord. my SOM And with this
prayer upon her lips and arms about
her child the sanity mother breathed
her last
The young man kept her procepts
and followed her example He re-
membered, tyo. his promise concern
ing the household pet and his faith
fulness was doubly rewarded
As the time PASSED by there came a
CLEAN OF light in the darkness BY
the narrative OF traveller among the
Western tribes Of rod men. new hope
revived in the still sorrowing hearts.
A woman. the wife N chief bad
been seen in the Indians home. and
whom it was learned had been stolen
in childhood from her parents door.
Oh. the thrill of new found hope, the
Joy OF expectation. rs the brother, ac-
companied by his daughters. set out
on new journey to find the treasure
which had been so many years sought
for in vain! A weary week was occu-
pied in the journey.
At length they arrived at the In
dams wigwam. where lived the dear
object OF their anxious quest.
She was found rs the favored queen.
living amid the native rudeness of the
wigwam and the forest but wearing n
serene dignity Of manner becoming TO
her station.
1t is pretty thing that love seems
never quite to die. As the brother
and sister met and felt that they
were, indeed united after years of
separation, of longing and of seek
ing, a mysterious flame rekindled and
quiet Joy followed.
Much was rehearsed of the b. gone.
and many tears were shed. and though
she welcomed her kindred to her
home with { Q sincerest kindness,
she could not consent TO return with
them.
And never again behe,d the fair scenes of
her infant life
The travellers stayed in a neigh or-
ing town and exchanged visits with
girls from the East enjoyed the quaint
ways of their dusky cousins. who
were partly white and partly OF the
red mans blood; while they, in turn,
laid by their work on skins and Indian
moccasins to examine curiously the
dress and all the belongings they saw
upon their pale-faced relatives.
The outdoor life that she had led
had tanned the aged mother and
wriukled well her face even beyond
her years. though they had now
grown many. Still there were traces
of the long-lost child upon that face.
although the golden hair had turned
to silver gray.
She remembered yet and talked
about her mother and her home. And
strange little incident will here
show how a mothers teaching lives
through all ones life.
Among other tokens of civilization
that she had been provided with was
n dresser for her dishes. Upon this
she not only arranged her ware as she
had seen her mother do but had
handed down TO her own children the
tidy custom OF wiping each plate when
the table was set OF any dust it might
have caught while standing up to
view. Many things she talked upon.
and many questions asked; but when
invited to return home with them she
sadly said. mo. no." and pointed
reverently to the ground where lay
her Indian chief.
HE was good" she murmured in
real Indian style. land we were happy
while he stayed. So the same green
grass must cover our graves that we
may be happy In the hunting ground
beyond which the Great Spirit his
awaiting u.s..
In bidding them the last farewell
she showed upon her finger a tiny
scar, and said:
I've been the Queen Cut Finger
because | had this on my hand the
day he found me. My baby finger
healed, but it gave me new name
Mothers Little Fanny have been
happy here, and will not live much
longer now. / send my love TO those
behind, and hope TO meet them in The
spirit land.
And thus they left her-where she
had grown up among the trees. And
soon they heard that she was sleeping
with her chief beneath the signing
boughs w ashiugton Post.