The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1898-11-18

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PEGS, the squaws loved the white squaw
for her voice was gentle, and her
shining eyes were blue, like the sum-
mer sky, and they were bright like
the summer sunshine, and when the
babies were sick she would come and
nurse them, and let the squaws go on
with the bead work, which was really
a help in the village.
So, to please her, they learned to an
swer the questions she asked them
about the Great Spirit, n they tried
to look interested when she talked to
them about the Happy Hunting Ground
of the white man.
For five years the white squaw work.
ed happily among the Indians.
She rode from village to village, IN
her wiry little mustang, and there was
always room in the tepees for her and
her books n her soft voice and eyes
like the skies in summer.
One day there came to the meeting
of h warriors and the old men, a
young brave, very handsome. He was
straight tall and 1.-THE. He could
outrun any lad in the nation. He could
outshoot the oldest scout in the white
mans army. He could leap over the
burning camp fire as a buck leaps in
the Spring time among the budding
trees of the forest.
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of the Chippewas. He was the leader
of the young men of the nation, and
he smiled when he saw the white sQuaw
talking to the warriors Inc old men.
He smiled and made a sons about
the men who loved to listen to the
tongue-clack of a Woman-and the
young men sang the song around the
campfire, and the young squaws laugh
ed, n the white squaW could no lon
Oa1s m II q fhnro 1icfon Caf~in11C1v tn han
questions about the Great Spirit.
The young mans name was Tixico.
The soldiers at the forts knew him.
They did not like him. They said he
was a bad indian. He drank and gam
bled and stole horses, and he fought
always with a knife he fought-and
they warned Miss Lyons of him and of
his influence among the young men of
his tribe.
Miss Lyons listened to the tales of the
wickedness of the young man, and
her heart softened to the young mar
Who had made her good squaws laugh
at her. She pitied him for his wild and
wicked life, and she determined to
snatch him as a brand plucked from the
burning.
So when she saw Tixico riding across
the prairie like a cloud chased by a
she waited until he came
near, and she called to him, and at first
he would not stop for her calling.
He rode by like a whirling thunder
cloud. and tried to brighten her wiry
little mustang n make him run away.
But one day he stopped long enough
to see hat the white squaW had blue
yes and a smile like the moon hin
ing in the early dusk Of evening, and
after hat he listened patiently to her
talk of the Great Spirit.
One Hav she told him that her haar ri
was grieved to heal of his gaming and
his drinking, and Tixico looked gravely
at her sitting on her horse in the
bright sunshine.
Her eyes were serious, but they shone,
and her face was the face of a good
little child.
II will drink no more" said Tixico,
nor gamble no more. l will 90 as you
and the Great Spirit will me to do if
you will marry me, white man fashion,
and come to my tepee and be my squaw
red man fashion"
The single-minded little white girl
drew a long breath n looked away
over the prairie and told Tixico that
he must never, never speak to her like
that again. . ..., s. ,@.1.
But Tixico did not obey.
He talked to her many times, and
always he told her that he would be a
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white man fashion, and come and live
in his tepee, Indian fashion.
When she had heard TiXico say this
many times she looked at him and saw
that he was young and handsome, n
she knew he was brave and a leader
among the young men Of his nation,
and she pitied him for his savage heart,
and she said:
"Tixico, if you will be a good Indian
fo. throo yoorc-if T hear n0thinp h11t
good of you in that time-come to me,
and I will answer what you have said.
But in all the three years you must not
speak to me again of these things"
TixicO became a good Indian.
He gave up his wild companions. He
drank no more, he gambled no more.
He stayed on the reservation and he
spoke wise counsel to the young men
of his tribe, until they said:
"It is not Tixico-the wild, the brawl-
ing Tixico. 1t is some white man from
the schools of the good who wears his
spin"
At the end of the three years Tixico
rode to the village where Miss Lyons
was preaching. He went and joined
the silent circle of warriors who listen
ed gravely to her eloquent words of ap-
peal. When she had finished speaking
Tixico rode through the circle and took
her hand.
1.-THE three years are gone" he said.
IT am tired of waiting. Come"
wv will be married white mans
fashion and you shall be my squaw and
live in my tepee, Indian fashion"
And the little white girl ~shuddered an
instant, remembered her promise, n
kept it.
IF I break my promise T will lose my
soul; if I marry him I may save his"
There was a great feast and all the
villagers focked to the wedding.
There were Sioux and Apaches and
Comanches and Arapahoes, all in their
festival feathers.
The cowboys came from miles and
miles around. They rode in over the
range with a brave show of big silver
trimmed hats and Mexican saddles, and