The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1912-04-14
Sunday April IA, 1919.

live. and would like much TO go to
see certain place"
Washington had now seated himself
upon the ground, and, as is the custom
OF Virginia country gentlemen even to
this day, whitfield carelessly upon a stick
with his hunting-knife. The Indian, too,
squatted upon the turf in that peculiar
position which is customary with saw
ages, and, gazing dreamily into the dis
lance, began TO speak quite slowly and
distinctly
1T is an old tale with my father II
Is one that he has told me often when
the sun has gone down and we lay
before our FIRE in the far-distant noun
tains, while the whip-poor-will called
from the trees and the frogs piped their
resounding song from the meadows.
When the Shu-shu-gah (the great
heron) called from the marshes, we
could see his mate come flying from
her home In the old dead pine tree.
Yea, Il is a story which he told me by
the glow Of the Pickering embers, when
the hreflies CLEANED in the blackness
and the panther screamed from the
depth of the forest. We had good and
fair hunting in those months, and the
paleface had not dotted our valley with
his log dwellings. The elk and the buff
falo were thick in the land, the trout
jumped in the streams, the partridge
drummed in the thickets. And lying
thus, peacefully smoking his stone pipe,
my father would often say:
Far off, down the Conhongoruton,
in the days Of my full manhood, did /
and some companions wander. We we're
brave men and bold, and to our enemies
merciless. To our friends were were
kind and thoughtful. We hunted and
hshed as we journeyed, and at length
heard of tribe which lived below, near
the mouth of the river where il empties
into the great, unending waters of the
overlooking sea. On, on, we padded
down the yellow stream, while the ducks
and swans rose above us in such clouds
Of blackness that their bodies hid the
light of the sun And at length, after
passing by the great boiling falls OF
the Cohongoruton, where, plunging
down solid rock, the water roars and
splashes in marvellous confusion, came
we to a silent, low-lying land where FISH
cleaned in the quiet, untroubled sur
face of the stream, and wherein the
deep and impenetrable forests-no sound
was heard save the cry Of the wild ami
mails of the wilderness.
AND, at length, we came to another
Z people; yea, tribe more handsome than
our own and more peaceful; They
tlled the ground, even as do the pale
faces, and grew the yellow maize, the
pumpkin, and the grape. And here we
rested, because we were weary and worn
with our Journey, and because there was
a maid WHOM ] loved, and with whom
Oft in the silent twilight of the summer
would wander in the gathering sha-
dows OF the forest.
And, as | sat before the wigwam
in the evening, often would her mother
tell me stories Of the past, and of the
palefaces and their strange vessels from
the rising sun. And then she told me
this:
est has been narrated to me often
by my kinsmen that far. far up the Co
hongoruton, deep in hollow place in
the high mountains, near where
stream has dug hole through the sheer
side Of granite arch, there is horde
OF treasure buried by some hardy adj