The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1907-09-12

Sailed the phantOmS of his vision,
Through the wampum smoke wreathed slow,
Sailed up to the seat of power,
Sailea up to the throne of stars,
Sailed up to the great peace Giver;
Teaching hatred but of wars"
"Then hundred maidens, kneeling
In red fox skins on white snow,
Raised brown hands in ways appealing.
For lay some brave might know,
Then youth in tawny wolf skin,
With dark stripes upon his face,
Sang how first that decoration
Marked the features of his race"
"Then all turned unto the Prophet,
Braves and women, young and old,
Urging there repetition
OF the story often told,
WOndrOuS story of creation
OF the red race of the wild;
And with strange, syllable sweetness
He begun it as child"
There is given the Myth of the
Creation of Red Men, which in its won-
der, purity and beauty rivals the
Mosaic account of the Garden of Eden.
The red male progenitcr tells his mate.
THAT he owed his fair existence
To the sun on foam of waters"
And she, not to be outdone in poetic
origin, tells him:
OF plant the earth has nOuriShed:
Dew of morning and of evening
Fell as seed in bud Of perfume,
And the sun the dew warmed sweetly.
Bringing thus the life give you.''
As the prophets recital of the myth
ends, the whoops of braves and baying
of dogs announce the return of hunters
and trappers and winter joys there be-
gin in earnest. Bogue interrogates the
parties returning for tidings of his lost
household. One hunter recalls that
when at the 500, he saw a French Friar,
femme and babe there passing through.
Then Bogue knows that his Journey
must be directed westward
Part second of the Canto related, as
in past years, to boyhood incidents of
amusing turn in the Dale. 1t was en-
titled THE Exhibition Revis :"
Place, the old Lowell house that used
to stand on South Ridge across the
road from the present VIM Ripley
house. Characters, Indian chiefs, i'm
personated by Franklin F. Phillips and
James Warren Skinner.
"The little house, few knew its name;
No living man told whence it came;
1t seemed to come when Lowell died,
As ships come i'll by wind and tide"
s"Twas very low. Sir Ferdinand
Cou.d touch the caves with upheld hand.
One little window east, one west,
Gave all the light it had at best.
One room it had, one little stove
To warm the air below, above;
Inc stove was just sheet iron thick;
'IWould heat the ro,m, and heat it quick
When draft was Oped on hickory dry
And sparks went shooting to the sky.
4 bout the room on little shelves
nd ,ho,
selves
VI various kinds house furniture,
by skilled h. nds wrought in miniature.
vice was there, "a joiner's bench,
Pianes, hammers, saws, monkey-wrench,
Bits, glmlets, screws and slendzr brads,
ConcomitantS Of toys and fads;
Their boards of cedar and of pine
Balanced the splendid limerick line"
Franklin and Warren built stage in
the little house and performed a winter
night to their mutual satisfaction, and
the performance seems to have been in
spired by the late performance at South
Montville by Big Thunder and his
troupe of PenObscot Indians,
"But wonder of this wondrous Law,
While one upon the stage did play,
Tother sat back with look intense,
The sole inspired audience"
When mutual achievement and as
constituent had become stated, they fell
asleep there on couches and slept
soundly,
Till just before the break of day,
Franklin reused by the sound of fray
That seemed Titanic, saw Sir James
Weld tOmahaWk with deadly aims,
There standing in the open door,
Fighting with fright on viewless shore;
For in his dreams he'd risen late,
To battle with the powers of fate
Sir Franklin spake to calm him then,
But, 10 he dashed off toward the fen,
With WhOOp that made the air resound,
A fright to all who heard the sound.
Sir Captain Parker, Islesboro born,
Who'd sailed good ships around Cape Horn,
As Baron's guest CHANGED to be there,
And waking at the sound in air,
Cried, "GabriePs trump sounds in my ear,
The Judgment Day o'ertakes me here"
'NO," said the Baron, then awake,
s'Such Grant notions are fake,
My breachy sheep have broke their pen,
And must round them up again"
Full many times across the field
Sir Warren dashed, wildly to WELD
The Ratchet used for tomahawk,
Till from his nightmare a sharp rock,
Protruding from the crusted snow,
With pain in foot soon brought him to.
The Baron's help was needless then
10 round him up in Lowell'S pen.
Early in life boys will be men,
And late are back to boys again.
At the close of the reading of the
Canto, the two music boxes opened a
running fire again, with many casual
ties resulting, while toothsome refresh
ments were passed around and many
pleasant greetings were exchanged.
The open door, woodhouse meeting at
the home of the Grand Duke was
grand success
From my point of view the hill
and dale are incom parable, because
in the heart of my nativity; be-
cause there my kindred for hundred
years have lived and died, and there my
young hopes rose; because there my
boyhOod associations are grouped like
sweet constellation of the heavens, and
from there my ardent desire to be out
in the great world dated. That desire
has indeed been satisfied, will not say
stated; but my desire to return shall
never cease, however many times grant
ed. Though among the people the
marks of time are apparent and death
is inevitable, true it is that returning
in the succeeding years find the place
in its general aspect gives me no occa-
sion for lament The noise and jar and
wearying rush of the world, young life