Coeur d'Alene evening press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1907-1929, 1907-12-23
MIG HIT WIN D"

Come hither, my daughter. | would
fain hold converse with you"
1t was the great chief, Red Fox, who
gave utterance to these words, and
they were addressed to Night Wind.
the most beautiful maiden of the OgaI-
lala tribe.
What is 1t. father?" she asked, and
gazed at the commanding figure of the
chief with startled interest, as If she
feared to hear what he was about to
say.
And now, while we leave the chief
and his daughter conversing together
let us take cursory view of the re-
gion Immediately surrounding and note
the picturesque attractiveness of the
locality. 1t was an ideal spot for an
Indian village, for the tents were pitch
ed in a majestic forest Of great trees.
Overshadowing a smooth and grassy
slope, at the foot of which flowed the
upper Snake river.
But to return to the chief and his
daughter. The fair Night Wind lis
tened with a palpitating heart to the
words of her father
Tomorrow Swift Arrow will return
to our village, bringing as tokens of
victory the scalps of our hereditary
foes, the SiskiyOus," said the chief
HE is now the second leader Of our
tribe, and when l, the great Red Fox.
am gathered to my fathers and take up
my eternal abode in the happy hunt
ing grounds he, Swift Arrow, will be
the first chief Of the Ogallalas. She
who is now daughter of the great chief
must be wife of the new chief"
mo. dear father, nor exclaimed
Night Wind, sinking to her knees and
lifting her hands in pitiful entreaty.
Swift Arrow is a great chief, but he
is cold and cruel, and can never love
him"
Il have given my solemn promise,
and Red Fox always keeps his word"
Let me go to him, and l will plead
with him to release you" said the
beautiful maiden. clutching at her ia
TIERS arm with hands which were
laden with ornaments of gold and pre-
cious shells.
why do you ask thisY' demanded
Red Fox, a heavy frown crossing his
stern features.
Because. dear father, love an
other"
His name, girl!''
1T is White Moccasin."
The eyes of Red Fox flashed Omi-
nously.
White Moccasin is the son of Sleep
ing Buffalo. my some time foe" said
he
But he is brave and strong and
handsome" urged the maiden. He
has hunted in the forest and brought
me the rarest of birds. He is the most
expert of all the fishermen in the tribe.
AS an equestrian l am sure that he
cannot be excelled by any of the young
men of our acquaintance. Father, dear
l love White MOccasin, and feel that
life without him would be burdensome
indeed"
Speak no further" exclaimed the
chief in great anger. You shall mar
~ chief. Tomorrow he returns, and
You shall 20 to his tent as soon as the
great medicine man can perform the
ceremony usual to such occasions. Re
tire to your tent. please, and let US
hear no more foolish discourse in re-
gard to White Moccasin."
With a heavy heart Night Wind
slipped into the privacy of her own
tent and gave herself up to the most
sorrowful meditations. White Mecca
sin was away on the chase or she
might have gone to him for comforting
advice. All night she lay awake on
her couch Of soft furs.
In the morning she heard distant
shouts and knew that Swift Arrow
and the victorious members OF the
tribe were returning to the village.
subsequently she heard the war cries
and the shriIl incantations which &c
companied the dance Of triumph. but
she did not go out to join in the festiv-
tiles.
1t was approaching dusk when she
heard a rustiing sound outside Of the
tent and a voice asked. Might Wind.
are you thereY'
who is ity' she asked. considerably
frightened.
TT is your faithful lover. White Moe
casin."
With glad cry she sprang from her
couch, and together they lied to the
nEer. where a canoe was moored-
With set eyes and straining muscles
the lover sent the boat flying with the
witt current. But they were followed.
and the pursuers. with two paddles.
s2ined at every mile. Their shouts
eoald be heard more distinctly. and
EAea White Moceasin looked back he