New-York tribune., 1908-06-14
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lust debts. and the debt OF righteous We
must be paid by every brave man tllaI
When YOU have killed the whites and nave
their houses. take the maiden Blue Violet
ber to me and leave her on the stone Wher
are now standingl She shall be your sac
me- She is the price | ask for giving you
Do YOU promise this sacrifice
"Monvomo sadly gave his promise to
and hurried back to the tribe Nord Wa
among the warriors, and the next Gay ""o
Sharpening knives and tomahawks: he SUI
+o etand still in the sky, so slowly did it drag
wav across the blue, and when II nad SUM
,1oon hung like a taunting laggard IN the Dl
west That night was to have been my Weddl
b,1t in its place there would be wedding q
and nv tomahawk should be the hlgh pre-
After a weary time OF waiting the mo
into the arms of the sun, and darkle5S tp: lei
river and the hills. MOnyomo and ms
Started silently for the village of the whit
midnight thev were upon 1t. Not w
er,oLe3 So silently did the Wyandottes
work that even the watch dogs were not
Dark noiseless figures glided here and tf
everywhere among the houses, and qulc
eagle pounces upon its prey halt the wig
the white village were in flames
''Nonvomo had said to his men, klH
Rut SCARE the women, and watch for Blue
soon the white men began to run tr6
houses, but they all met death, and Tel
the inst vengeance of the WyandOttes, as
falls before the corn knife
Nonvomo ran from house to house,
Blue Violet Blue Violet, Blue Violet!
When he had almost despaired OF tnd1ng
her. she answered and ran, laughing ana
weeping, to his arms. But he did not
take her to his heart. He said, You are
not for me- | will tell you when we go
back to the hills
''Of that nights work | love to speak
'''There is the man that stole me-!
cried Blue Violet pointing to white man
lust emerging from door
Il sprang upon him as wildcat springs
upon its prey | disdained my tomahaWk,
and did not touch my knife. | clutched his
throat and killed him with these hands
MO woman or child perished by act
~ of ours; but every man OF the white
village died that night and was lett tor the
carrion crows. When our task was finished,
we hurried back to the hills and prepared
for war We knew that the whites would
come from far and near to wage the war OF
extermination against our tribe; 50 we
COunseed among ourselves to learn, II pos
siDle what was best to do.
First of all, it was our duty to offer Blue
Violet as a sacrifice to Wyandotte Wyolyc.
! loved my god; but my heart was as heavy
as a black stone at the thought OF losing
my bTlQG- ne IllOIIlIIlS dILGl IlIS ps'ttlN
! did not 90 near her, | was sick with
grief. and was not brave enough to tell
her the truth for | could endure<my own
pain much more easily than | could bear
her sutferings, Presently she came to me
and SAID
"'WiI you not take Your bride, Mon
yomo:'
- cannot cannot | answered, turn
ing my face from her.
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is my right 10 know; for it was not OF my
| was stolen Y the whites.
1t IS not because you were stolen by tn
Blue Violet that | do not take you for
You are still to me what the pure violet (
IS to the sun, what the sweetbrlar blossom
signing wind. | would gladly give all ha
world. my life. my heart, to call YOU wife;
god Wvandotte Wyolyo demands you,
IS the price OF your rescue and our vengea1
Tears came to her eyes, and she SAID
am here, and our people have had their
We need not pay the debt to WyandOtte