The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-02-28

was just returning from the hunt
when he saw her lying on the beach
apparently dead. He clasped her in
his arms and carried her to their wig
wan and on mats and rushes she had
lately made, he laid her down. She
began to gasp, and then to breathe,
and then, amid signs and groans, sobs
and tears, she told him the sad story
of their child After lapse of sever
al weeks, which seemed stretched into
years as he sat beside his dying wife,
he heard sigh. Slower, slower, she
breathed until she ceased. The sun
had set.
And then, he said, Il pressed her
hand close to her side until felt the
last pulsation of her heart. Then, oh,
then, | knew that she was dead"
Then came the funeral, of which he
wrote: "On her funeral day, no rela-
tives in sable robes appeared No
hearse with ostrich feathers crowned
bore her form away But native
hunters of the wild, who oft had shar-
ed the bounties of her home, dug her
grave at the early morn; then came
the fragrant woodland. flowers, and
on her casket they laid them. They
came with blankets pure white about
them and with moccasins of deer hide
rpon their feet, while with uncovered
heads and muffled tread, slowly they
bore her from the door away. A
Christian teacher and | next to them
came, while in our rear true hearted
neighbors followed Tenderly they
carried her along the winding trail,
under lofty archways of giant trees.
until they reached her last resting
place, which she in life had chosen
And there among the evergreen trees
upon a beautiful headland, near the
shore of our forest lake, in sight of
the waters that covered our dear
Hazeleye, we gathered, and they sad
ly consigned her to the grave, drop
ping therein modest forest flowers
which she in life oft wore, and much
admired; and as we listened in silent
prayer to the solemn words, Earth
to earth and dust to DUST little
dusky maiden of our band, who lately
had been taught the Savior's love,
and knew Lonidaw we'll, all unbidden
sang:
Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last Of foes.
"The closing words were scarcely
sung, when from the opposite shore,
in child-like tenderness, the song was
again sung, and again and again re-
peated from shore to shore weaker
and weaker until it died away, mere
whisper in our ears.
I'm tears of gratitude and with a
heart of prayer, blessed the little
maiden there. One by one the friends
forsook the spot, leaving me there
alone to commune with the spirit of
my departed Lonidaw Kneeling be-
side her grave / breathed a silent
prayer to the great spirit that she
might be received into the arms OF
Hazeleye in His Kingdom beyond
Then l arose with broken heart
and sorrowfully wended my way
homeward."
Thus ended the romance, and the
chief fthe Pottawattomies seldom
smiled thereafter Since his death FIVE
years ago the tribe has been without
a real chief. There are so few left
that the government agents easily
manage their affairs Representative
Mcdonald of MARSHALL county knew
Pokagon we'll and greatly admired
him.
With the appropriations sought
from the state Mr. Mcdonald hopes
to rebuild the Indian chapel at the
old Menominee village, near Twin
Lakes, and erect a plain, but substan-
tial monument to the memory of Me-
nc r-inee and his tribe.