The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1913-10-30
Al 0ssss indian Romaqoe.
By L. d. BYNuM

ed, she began to speak. BY this tint
Chetoka was by her and watching
AS they stood there in the stiffness
Of the night, wondered if the spirits
were not present, I soon decided they
were. The wind began to rise, the
trees below us were moaning, the
faint twitter of the birds could be
heard from every direction, and far
across the unbroken, untrodded fen,
came the howl of the wolf, calling
for his mate, the whippoorwill had
given its last call for the night and
the evidence of mirthless, mystery
had woven its net about us, heard
Silver Fawn again, this time the voice
was more distinct, 'Silver Fawn
hears Big Voice calling, Silver Fawn,
Silver Fawn, hear him, hear him.
Big Voice call, come, come; hear
trees moan, wind cries for Big Voice.
Birds no sing, no one happy but Big
Voice. Big Voice say, Come, Che
toka! Come, Silver Fawn!" Silver
Fawn looked at Chetoka a moment
and started to the rock where l had
first seen them, and he followed her,
but l couldn't move. The distance
was no more than forty or fifty feet
from Signal Rock to Lovers Leap,
but I couldn't move-they had gone
too far-as they stood on top of this
rock and made preparations for 60
ing over the great divide, I can't tell
you what the picture was before me.
Part was landscape with its blanket
Of black and the blue sky above
which before had seemed beautiful
ly blue, but now changed into a
curdled, moving turmoil of hellish-
ness, with the two lovers standing
out in bold relief against the murky
back ground.
The other, in my subconscious
mind was great blue sky covering
a country of hills, dales and glenns,
ever blooming with all the beautiful
wild flowers that guard and guide the
Indian hunter, ferns that grow in
profusion and hang like millions of
draperies about the rocks and bluffs
to make the world beautiful. l look
ed again and could see through the
earth's green carpet, silvery threads
drawn in and out, and as l looked
closer, found that they were rivers
and rivulets which joined together
and ran down to the Great waters.
l woke from my oblivion and just
grasped in an instant the words:
"Pale face meet Silver Fawn and
Chetoka in Happy Hunting grounds.
We go to Big Voice. Great Spirit
calls-is calling now, hear him, hear
him." looked again, Chetoka
his big blanket around Sill
YER Fawn and in moment they were
gone. heard a heavy thud hun
1reds of feet below; l was afraid to
ook, felt too chilled to stay, but l
found my way down by Lovers Leap
rock and after stumbling and scramb-
ing down the side of the precipice, l
found the two bodies. There lay Che
Okla on his back with his head laying
IN a sharp rock, Silver Fawn lay
across his breast with her hands and
arms clasped around his neck. She
was not dead. lay my hand on her
brow and could still feel the blood
,onvulsively rushing through the
,eins. / tried to arouse her, but she
vas rapidly sinking. waited a
moment and whether from magma
ion or reality, I'll not try to prove,
he spoke: II hear Big Voice Che |
Okla. Wait for Silver Fawn,. Silver
lawn is crossing Beautiful River;
'ale Face come some day."
sank again into oblivion. l saw
his great hunting ground again.
here was Chetoka by the side of I
he Silvery Stream waiting for Sill I
er Fawn. Ina moment she came
efore me, dipping the water with
olden oars and riding in canoe
lade from the wings of swans. Che {
,ka assisted her in landing and as
ley stood on the brink of the sill I
cry stream looking across the hunt
lg ground, a thin vale was lifted /
bove the horizon and myriads of /
1dians came toward them in solid :.