The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1911-05-19
The Fires of Montezuma
Legends of the Aztecs.
JAMES JOHNSTON DAVENPORT.

a people OF . Ol11erehr rave
My waking hours have become
dreary and irksome, and, Oh
how l sigh for sleep, when OBJ
Iliyio,rsness shall shroud my sad
lot in forgeftulness, and my low
er shall come, and bring with
him the golden chain"
As luna concluded, fOotstep
was heard at the door, when
Dongotha, the dwarf Of Zuni, en-
| tered, loaded with wild plants,
gathered in the mountains.
81 have climbed the highest,
| peaks, where the fleet mountain
sheep alone browse, in search
of the sleep-producing plants,
Snow Cloud, said he, addressing
luna IL.
"Ahi mother, how faithful
| and kind is DOngotha, to ascend
the lOftiest peak to gather for
me these wild plants-plants,
which he first discovered will
produce sleep, and which before
he has often brought me- What
bliss l shall enjoy in the dream
world, with my loved one; with
him for whom l was created
and who was destined for me-
luna" answered her moth
er, 1.-THE object thou SO idOlizest
is but myth, creation of
the excited brain. shadow call
ed up in the misty realms of
sleep, woven by fantastic beings
that preside over the leaden do
minions Of night
Oh! tell me not so, mother:
| know that the image l behold
in sleep, is unsubstantial, but i
know also that its original ex-
its. He like myself, is isolated,
because he cannot meet me in
the actual world; and he, too,
counts sleep that we may meet
in the dream land. read it in
his saddened countennacea nd in
his faded form. When the brit
tie chords of life are severed /
know that we shall meet in the
bright palaces of the sun. The
golden chain shall then unite US
forever
Turning then TO the dwarf, H.
ma said: 20 Dongotha, give me
the sleep producing plants that
] may meet with my loved one
in the realms of sleep.
Dongotha, crushing the plants
between the palms of his hands,
presented them to luna, who
Selling them with avidity buried
her face in their midst. In q few
moments, the sweet odOr threw
their soothing influence over her
senses, and her dreamy blue eyes
began to close, when, relaxing
her clutch ON the bruised flow
ers, she reclined on a couch Of
buffalo robes and was soon an
inhabitant of the dreamland
Somewhere in the vast, the
limitless regions of space, sits
Queen Moab, on her ebon throne
wearing webs of faneies. strange
and queer, with which to de-
light or torment slumbering NOR
tails. Her dominion extends over
the realms Of sleep, and, with
undisputed sway, she wields her
sceptre over the mind, when our
physical senses are wrapped in
obliviOusness. Then it is, that her
busy ministers hover over our
cOuches, and unfold to our own
spirit vision, types of things that
were, and shadows of coming e.
vents. 1t is world of the my
thical and the real, mixed some
times in one proportion. and
sometimes in another, where true
revelations are oft made in mis-
ty outlines. and where fragments
Of disjointed things fit in
our waking hours, to work out
their chain ofconnection, or to
give them a Specification and q
meaning.
Sleep and dream, White Snow
Cloud, loveliest offspring Of the
mountains sleep, and dream
Thou canst find no mate in this
new world. Thou canst range the
full amplitude of the dream
world with thy dream lover
Child of isolation. thy spirit i,
smit with an ethereal passion
a snblimated love. Invested Of
| all that is earthly. and linked
to purer natures than worldly
love ever finds in actual fyni
ton. -,
/ CHAPTU Vm.
| The Turquoise Mine, the ap
POINTED rendezvous for the fore
es Of Montexuma. = one Of ths