The National tribune., 1902-10-16

in a Summer storn, sbnd arrows few like
showers Of acorns hurled down upon the
earth like the eQuinoefial gale. The dead
so the simple tale goes 10 show, were piled
so deep and high that' the waters Of the
river were damned sof they ran back the
other way. and thieyo have ne'er returned
to their old channel. isl
Among the few chat escaped was a
young chief, who's had fought among the
brayest, but who escaped where nearly all
o. his kin had fallSn.e but in the enemy s
country he soon fell into their hands, and
was taken to their ehcampment in high
glee. There he 1et "a beautiful Indian
maid, and the twain became enamored o
each other. So, When, the time came for
away, and went With, him to his wigwam
in the far nOrthland.
"For many years her father believed she
had been drowned by upsetting her canoe
on the lake, for the cunning lovers had
resorted to sich n ruse to avoid pursuit.
But at last a brave, who had been one o
the admirers O. the maid, perambulated
into the land o the Hurons on a scout,
and found that she was living there with
her husband in contentment.
HE paid his court to her and tried to
get her to go back with him. But she
was not disposed to do it, SO he went
back alone. to tell her ancestor o what he
had trailed. The chief was old now. and
in his joy o hearing that she lived, he
promised to bury the hatchet and take
his daughter back to his arms, while her
husband might come with her, to smoke
the pipe o peace with him before he went
on his long trail. So a party started to
do the errand o the old man, and so well
did they tell their tale that the young wife
and her chief consented to so back with
them.
Just as they were about to enter the
gateway to the valley, the jealous lover
shot his rival from ambushment, and
while his arrow did not send him to the
happy hunting grounds he was so sorely
wounded that he could go no further. In
this amazement she decided to so on with
out him, that she might hear her ances
tors forgiveness before he sang his death
song. She promised not TO be gone over
long, and to kindle signal fires along hel
trail to tell him it was well with her. &c
see these. he had the two warriors tarry.
ing with him carry him to the top O. yOI
mountain, where he could look down upon
the valley, and note her journey stage by
stage.
But his vengeance whetted by one
Staying, the jealous lover, like wolf, lay
in adjustment for her, and Staying her,
made the reds with her, they being some
o his friends, to bury her body, and then
tell her father that her husband would not
let her come.
''Witless o this. the faithful chief, from
his lofty perch, looked down upon the
valley for her signal fires, or sight Of her
form returning, seeing neither, though he
watched and waited many days. So the
harvest season fled away. and he neither
got well enough to follow her trail, nor
did he read sign o. her. His comrades
knowing it was vain to stay there longer
began to look westward toward the hunt
ing grounds o their race, and one day they
left him there alone. So he kept his lone
ly vigil year by year, until the great Mani
tou, out o pity for faith that could ne ell
be rewarded, sent. down wild deer tG
bear him home to, the sky wigwam. where
the faithful chief found his wife waiting
for him. As sign % this example o
love and faithfufpess the Great Spiri
carved out o the rocky wall against which
he had leaned in hisa long and anxiou.
watch his profile, and there it stands t.
this hour. Il constant reminder that tru
love is unchangingI md eternal as the hills
And this valley. cOnsecratcd with tn
blood o so many warriors. became hallow
ed ground to the simple red me-. who ne e
sleep on battlefield. and would not tarr.
DER night in this Uale!g
Look yon; while Eve trailed this sim
pie tale, the sun has pushed his face ovel
the shoulder o the mountain. and thi.
bar steak has Drowned to nicety.'
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