Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-14

I2aSIH>N/ ND all gone now, and scattered
IU4NX(|A like the leaves of autumn. Wyan-
EE6HfSII MEN dotte WyolyO is great Indian
god who loved his people the
eagle loves its young. Wyandotte is his home. 1t
great cave; one moon two moon, three moon,
journey from here.
Great hills surround the cave and wolves whose
numbers like the pebbles of the river guard its
entrance. Two devils with fiery breath stand IN
side the doorway to consume anyone unlawtully
trying to enter; but if who has good right to
enter should succeed in passing beyond the portals
of the cave, death would Overtake him before he
could return to the sunlight There many rooms
and passageways, and one who does not know the
key to the labyrinth of the cave would be lost IN
the recesses of it's stony heart, and would perish
mserably. Hanging from the roof of the cave and
springing from it's floor white devils, some of
them two. four ten times bigger than man, and
these devils laugh those who lost in their
midst and drive them mad
MANY, many moons ago,-sO many that their
number is like the trees of great forest, aye. like
the leaves of the trees in sprlng-there lived not
far from this marvellous cave tribe OF Indians
calling themselves Wyandottes. For many years
they did not know of the cave; for it hidden
amid bare and rocky hills, and they did not climb
those hills, because their god, Wyandotte Wyolyo,
lived among them, and the place of his home was
sacred to them.
7 ONG. long, ago. spring when the deer were
- bringing forth their young, and the leaves of
the forest were bursting into bud tribe of people
whose faces bore the color of the poor white ground
whereon maize will not grow, came down the great
river which the Wyandottes lived, built their
ground the river banks.
Summers and went, and the white faced
tribe swarmed to the home of the Wyandottes.
always with increasing numbers. The new tribes
stole from the Wyandottes their richest ground
whereon to raise their own maize and tobacco. If
the WyandOttes complained, the whites fell upon
them and beat them and killed them with magic
rods that breathed forth fire and death. The white
tribe stole not only the home of the WyandOttes
and the rich fields their fathers had cultivated but
the new people killed the game of the forest, and
what they did not kill they drove from the land with
the thunder of their
of all the peoples of the earth. the Wyandotte
maidens the most beautiful Their great eyes
were as tender the mother does and sparkled
like the stars in the blue black sky moOness
night Their faces like the fair full moon,
and to look on them brought JOY to their husbands
in time of trouble Their natures like the
balmy spring and their breath like the south
wind, signing through the forest when the sweet
haw blooms The Great Father loved the Wyan-
dottes and he said in the beginning
81 will give to this tribe the beautiful
maidcns of all the earth to make glad and strong
the hearts of the braves.
II of that tribe, and my heart is for the
sake of my scattered people.
When the men of the white tribe saw our beau
tiful madens they coveted them and coaXed them
from us. When the maidens could not be coaxed,
the white men stole them, kept them for time,
and killed them with hardships and blows.
ONCE time, many summers ago that |
- have lost the count, there lived among the
WyandotteS Young who called by his
friends MOnyOmO, which means IN the language OF
the whites The Big Man Who Talks Little Mon
yomo, when still young, was brave hunter. He
feared neither beast, loved his god, q
to his father and gave to each his due,
whether it of good or evil. L will not speak of
his virtues; for the that sings the song of his
praise will find that none but fools take up
the refrain. | was Monyomo; but Monyomo died
of grief and now Wyandotte lives in his place.
When Monyomo grew to manhood, his friends
Copyisht. by Charles Major