The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-11-04
5 Wayside MeditatiOns
81 81 Ootinpo"
RI After Many DAYS

In a spirit of magnanimity(?)
Loo-ah-na's people were granted
reservations here and there thruout
the length and breadth of the land
that had been wrested from them,
and certain moneys twas it con-
science money?) was doled out to
them by their kindly disposed bene-
factor(D. Loo-ah-na knows how
the pale-face gamblers used to come
into the indian country at the time
of the regular payment from the
government, and fleece the red-man
out of at least portion of the mon
ey he had received from the Great
Father" Also, he knows how the
bootlegger" used to come and sell
to the red-man the bottled evidence
of advanced civilization(). thus rob-
bling him, not only of bis country,
but of his intellectual powers as
well.
But Loo-ah-na is in a pleasant
mood tc day, nd he would fain for
get those evil days of yore. Time
is great healer of wounds. Loo-ah-
ma knows that the same prairies that
were at one time stained with the
life blood of contestants on the field
of battle are now yielding rich har.
vests to they who toll. The brain
and Drawn of the pale-face has dis
covered in the far deeps of earth,
treasures that the tribal medicine
man" with all of his weird incanta-
tons had failed to unearth.
Yonder, too, are the great trans
continental veins and arteries-rlb-
bands of steel-over which flows
the commercial blood of the nation
that keeps the giant, business, alive.
No longer do we depend upon foot
runners to convey our message from
place to place, but our electric SER
want, or the ethereal waves of the
atmosphere, are untiring messengers
that carry our expressed thots hith-
er and yon. Loo-ah-na in mental
retrospect reviews the history of
great achievements of the past and
he finds that all things worth hav-
ing were attained thru and by sac
riGce. In the field where has been
sown individual. race, or national
sacrifice. there has sprung up and
dourished higher and better things.
Loo-ah-na feels that his people
suffered without just cause, and
that contumely has been heaped up
on them without reason; but he is
not as vengeful as some hold his
kind to be; he is willing to let the
dead past bury its dead. And now
in the evening time of his life while
he recalls the fond hopes that were
once his, that chieftain of his peo-
pie might dwell at the great house
and be the Big Father" of the land
that once knew no other chief than
the red-man, and while those hopes
have not been realized, yet some
small measure of satisfaction. ming
led with subtle hope. is his, for
has not word been brot to him that
lineal descendent Of the princess
Pocahontas is TO ascend to the rank
of the First Lady in the Land. This
it is that causes Loo-ah-na's face to
beam with great joy, and rekindles
the fire of hope within his breast.
Loo-ah-na beckons us to draw
near to him, and in stage-whisper
speaks to us thus: who knows,
pale-face, but what the Good
Spirit" will bring to the great
house" a male child of the royal
lineage of Pocahontas, and in whom
may be fulfilled the fond hopes of
old Loo-ah-ua?"
There is time, we know not
when,
A point, we know not where,
That marks the destiny of men
To glory or despair.
There is line by us unseen