Bisbee daily review., 1902-01-26
An Indian's Solloquy
Rsvtew's Sunday Story
BY FRANKLIN B. DORR

With its solemn and monotonou
 which! whish! the mighty ColOrad'
 hurried by in its lonely journey to tb'
 ocean. Its breath arose cool and al
 mott chill in the light evening air
 "Whence it had come that day wh'
 could tell, and who could say of th' strsngs stories 1t might speak if it onl!
 woulds"
 Thus mused Chime me'hue-ws-wa as h. sat before his watch fire and listened to the crac. ling of the arrow weed
 Long. long had he lived Tn solitude and his years were almost spent
 Bowed in form and wasted from war fare, his days were few and feeting Near by lay his faithful dog; 8 rusty drearm rested against the tepee, anc dried venison was suspended from the tent pole. Solitude deep and broodi nG rsigned supreme, and all that broke the stiffness was the night bird.
 The old warriors musings were ot another day, when he was young and powerful and his tribe was mighties' of ell the braves. Then slowly his thin voice arose above the distant com plaint of the river.
 "Yes, alone, alone, friendless and de. splsed; Q few days more and the once powerful Chine hue-wa-wa must de- part. The hunting ground of my fath srs will be left behind and the hunters all forgotten"
 "But why thus, Great Spirit? Why have my people all departed to that Happy Hunting Ground and left ne alone to die? No, no. not always so. The valley and mountains were not al. Ways silent and meaningless, for here father dwelt." and the old chieftain grew more in earnest at the thought of other times. "Yon mountain pinnacle was his watch tower, where the beacon dre blazed in danger and in peace, and his tribes ruled far and wide. The valley now stretching away beneath the folds of night was made to blossom and burst in golden corn, and all the warriors were at peace. An! for the day gone by," and the ancient warr,or drew silently upon his pipe aud gazed into the lingering camp fire.
 Then the Mojsve came and waged war with the Chimhuewawa and great battles were fought from morning un- til noon and from noon until night and countless braves were slain. Again the Mojsve came in great numbers and the Great Spirit dwelt in the wigwam of the enemy and my fathers posses sions were razed to the ground. The pale face came and with him that lust for gold and the Chimhuewawas dwindled before his cunning and war fare"
 Hs was silent again and away of among the distant foot-hills a solitary owl hooted his dismal call that re- far up the mountain. It vas . sad plaintive vail that reached the heart of the rough old warrior.
 The war whoop could not reach his ser with . tenderer psthos, for 1t the death knell of his lingering tribe.
 ''But long ago we smoked the peace pipe and today am at peace with all the workable war club and the hatchet are lad down never to be rais- "a and my canoe will carry me away upon the swift flowing water to other realms. Upon the crumbled ruins of my old estate we have builded a mon. ument to peace. No foemen come, no loemen go from the land of the Chime hue-ws-wa. I shall die by the music of the laughing river which sound will no more be drowned by the war-whoop Ind shall rest at last beneath the vsrdent valley of my childhood"
 His musings ceased. The watch Ire crackled and sputtered. The oc- sasional cry of some benighted crea- Iure came creeping along on .he still night air. The quick breathing of the log before the Are told that his sleep wss dtful. The old chief drew his blanket closer about him and stretched slong the fre-and was soon dreaming of some ancient conquest or of the Itately line of his ancestors. The night 1 hawk whlrled above and was gone. l The majestic Colorado went whist wish e 1t surged through its banks t seemed to sigh, as it hurried by, for ! race almost forgotten.