The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-02-28
BEAUTIFUL INDIAN ROMANCE
The Love Story of Po-Ka-Gon and
Lonidaw.
CONTINUED from last week.

While there | stood, Lonidaw op-
ened wide the door, bidding me come
in. The chilling gloom of yesterday
had left no impress on her face; but
instead the fondest smiles of maiden
hood were plainly written there. ]
thought perhaps the deer in the night
returned, but soon Learned that he
had not; then we'll l knew those
smiles SO sweet were all for me alone
with mutual hearts we clasped
each other round, and sealed again
the marriage vow with concert kisses,
imparting thrill of joy so pure that
only they who truly love can ever
feel and fully understand"
The wedding followed, a descrip-
ton of which is charmingly given by
the bridegroom himself
When the moon of flowers and
bloom came" he writes, "and mating
birds were moving northward, and
wild flowers were blooming and the
trees were putting on their robes of
green took the hand of my dear be-
loved Lonidaw and she became my
bride. No wedding cards were passed
around no gifts were made, no bells
were rung, no feast was given, no
priest declared us one. We only
pledged our sincere faith before our
mother and the King of Heaven. Our
hope, our joys were one. Hand in
hand along an ancient trail we took
our course until we reached a land
of game. Here we paused, and like
two mated birds that search and find
place to build their nest of mud and
straw, SO we beside an inland lake
where towering woods embrowed its
shore, and flags, rushes and wild rice
in plenty could be found, built our
wigwam home of poles and bark
And that she might have more sue
cess than /, oft times / would bait
well her hook and let my own go
bare, then wonder why she caught
more fish than l.
loft returning from the chase,
weary and tired of carrying game, I'd
follow down the trail upon a narrow
neck of land that ran into the open
shore, and l never failed to see Lon
idaw's erect and slender form on has
ty run, to get the boat to bring me
home No swan ever faster swan or
more elegantly appeared than she,
when bending to the oar pushing
her birch canoe across the, swelling
bosom of the lake AS she would ap-
proach me while waiting on the shore
| always hailed her Queen of tie
Woods On our return across the
lake she would cling to the oars and
have me steer. | always felt her
image in my heart and loved to see
it in the lake, and oft would ask her
if her feelings were akin to mine.
Her only answer was an approving
glance and downcast smile Thus
happy in each others love we foated
down life's stream, all unprepared for
cataracts and rocks along the shore.
1.-TWO years flew quickly by when
Olomdaw our first child was born
The night he came no man of skill or
neighbors gathered at our home.
Alone in the presence of the Great
Spirit and myself Lonidaw went
down to the gateway OF deaths dark
valley and brought forth our darling
boy, together with a fathers and
mothers crown, one for her and one
for me. AS ! beheld in the first morn
ing light our cherished infant nest
ling on her breast. and saw Lonidaw
smile in triumph as she gazed at me,
my love, respect and sympathy for
her were all a sea without a shore.
All about our woodland home wild
birds and flowers rejoiceG with us,
and we were richly blessed, feeling
the dear boy was sent of heaven to
our wigwam as seal to our union.
that it might not be broken; for If
there is one holy tie of love more
sacred than the rest it is that true
heated husband feels FOR his dear
wife when their first child is BORN
Nearly three years of pleasant life
for Pokagon and Lonidaw passed on,
and second child, daughter, which
was christened "Hazeleye," was born
These two little pappooses grew up
together amidst the lakes and forests
the pride of their father and mother.
AT IL years old the son, Olomdaw,
went away TO school to be gone three
years. When he returned at the end
of that time the curse of the redman
was upon him, the drink habit. 1t was
not long until he passed away. The
father writes: 81 do not wish to bleed
my heart or sadden yours; suffice TO
say, as darkness succeeds the mete-
or's glare, so his young life went out
and left us in the midnight of despair.
Dear little Hazeleye was left us then;
that sweet rosebud just opening into
maidenhood the very image of her
mother She was our only hope and
as our hearts were bound up in hers
we consoled ourselves with the as
surance that she was far removed
from the alluring serpent born of the
white man.
But such was not the case One
day while Hazeleye was fishing in
the lake two drunken fishermen row.
ed their boat with such recklessness
that they ran into her bark canoe,
which was crushed and over turned,
throwing her into the water. Loni-
daw, standing on the shore. saw the
crash and heard her scream. Size