Bisbee daily review., 1909-08-25

was away. when his watchful wife and weiga were sound asleep. the old In- dian stole out to where the Algonquin had pitched his tent Menisenos av- ful malady had robbed him of none of the inherent caution for which the bush-tribes are famous. Without the crack of a twig. scarcely with the rustic of leaf. he had approached to within ten yards of the tent, when suddenly from the rear a great moose appeared and stood at the door. The old Indian, mad as he was. was terror stricken at this unexpected apparition. The thing served in a way to sober him, and he demanded of the moose what God 1t stood for.-Gitche. the good. or Mitchie. the bad.-but there was no answer. Then it occurred to could be easily frightened away. Un- fastening his blanket. the Indian opened it and shook it in the face of the mute monarch of the woods. The moose's answer was the stamp of one great foot and a loud .'whoof." that froze the Indians blood. causing him to hurry back to his hogan
 But the ojibway was not to be de nied. Lifting the heavy hatchet he carried in his hand. he let drive at the forest of horns that drowned at the front of the moose. The willy hull lowered his head and the charges of the moose, whose advances the old Indian was now lodging with a strength and agility peculiar to mad nesS, brought the Algonquin to the door of the hut.
 At sight of the sick man the Objib- way threw caution to the wind and ran towards the door; but the mon. arch nosed him vigorously, sending him to his back ten feet away.
 The sound of the battle that had called the sick man from his couch had also awakened Weiga, who was running through the forest with the speed of the wind.
 By the time the Objibway, still clinging to his hatchet. had gotten to god on guard over the Algonquin. Weiga was immediately behind her enraged father. The young Indian. watching from the threshold, saw Weiga fling herself upon Menisenc. and saw the latter throw her of as easily as the great moose might toss a dog.
 She staggered to her feet and start ed for the insane old man. who with lifted hatohet, made another desper- ate effort to reach the object of his wrath.
 Forgetting his illness, and all un- mindful of the menacing weapon that was glistening in the starlight. the Algonquin darted beneath the nose of the moose. caught weiga, and dragged her into his tent before the old nan could realize it.
 Outside the battle went on. The merciIess hail of iron upon the antlers of the moose maddened him until he was fairly blind with rage. With a quick turn of his great head the moose caught the aged Indian. lifted him. and tossed him high up in the trees.
 When the body crashed back to earth the old moose snorted new de- frances. but the old Indian lay quite still. The splendid animal shook his aching head, stamped front foot furiously. but his adversary had quit.
 Softly. the Algonquin called his champion. and the big beast turned slowly and approached the door, as a faithful dog might come to be petted and patted for good work.
 They made a light-the man and the woman-and went out to gather up the broken thing she had called father. To their surprise he was still alive, and they bore him in and laid him upon the bed wherein he would have murdered the Algonquin. Soon he slumbered heavily.
 When day. arrived. and the old man swoke. his reason had returned. He had been mad. he said. He had at tempted to take the life of stranger. but Gitchie Manitou had come in the form of moose and fought with him.
 He tried to move his limbs. but they
 
 gone; all the hatred of the Algonquin had passed away.
 As tse aged Indian grew weaker. the Algonquin grew strong. Finally, one twilight, when the Sep. tember sun was sinking. when the summer bloom was blighted, and the autumn leaves were drifting over the placid bosom of the limpid lake, the light of the aged Indians lire went out. leaving lone woman rocking to and fro, his head in her lap.
 By the banks of Lake Temagaml where the winds whisper in the moss hung trees and the waters lisp on the silent shore, they laid the old man to rest.
 For him the aged woman did not weep openly. nor cry aloud. but to h.s silent sleepin-place she stole when the moon was low, and OCT his cold cia she shed bitter tears And there shC may be seen to this day. watching by the little rock-walled resting-piace ol the old Ojibway, and, browsing about IS big bull moose, and across tn. | Temagami comes a little bark canoe barely big enough for two. ard q touches the shore where a crystaI ri. foTDping out of the wilderness. s3iii' | US laughter on the iinpic lake. | Extremely Dry Weather. 1 Several Kansans were talking of dr, weather in the state in the earlier days.
 T drove through western countl a number of springs ago" said on' | of them, and it hadn't rained for .