, 1923-04-08

$1,000
Wild fowl. The Great Spirit,
7 prosperity and appiness brought to
them by the Great Kind Spirit, Gitche
Mantle.
One Moon of Leaves, however.
while Ishkoodah. chief OF the Omahas.
was away far to the Northland on a
long journey. the Shoshonies came TO
the Omahas. bringing news of the up
rising of the fierce Mohawks against
their neighbors and attacks already
made by them upon the Delawares.
Mitche Mantle. the Spirit of War and
EVIL. weary of seeing so much peace
nnd prosperity among the nations in
the Valley of yoming. stirred up the
mighty Mohawks against the tribes
around them, ~arousing in their hearts
the desire to overcome their neigh
bors and AXE the fruitful lands and
the Garden OF Neoga. They longed
to move their village into a more
pleasant region for hunting during
the season of ice Int SHOWS The Evil
Spirit stirred up hatred and envy in
the hearts of the warlike Mohawks.
so much that 1t became necessary for
tho Shoshonies. the Delawares. and
the Omahas to fight to protect them
selves.
Fercely the war parties burned the
parties on their war trail, following
the bloody footprints of the Mohawks
in hat fierce war path. The nobl
Nowadaha fought brayely to defend
his people-he was trained in the use
| of the bow and arrow by the great
chief. Ishkoodah. Iagoo. too fought
bravely. eager to bring glorf upon his
nation. the Shoshonies, anxious to
amaze the lovely Wahonowin and her
| father. the chief OF the Omahas. with
his marvellous strength. bravery, and
skill in warfare.
The war waged on more and more
fiercely for many a moon. and many
many of the strongest warriors of
each of the tribes fell in the battle
Then after long months of warfare.
many moons of strife and bloodshed.
the Great Wise Spirit. Gitche Mantle
appeared high on the mouptain look
ing down upon the warning tribes
below in tho Valley OF Wyoming.
shaking his head and raising his
strong hand over them. spoke in a
voice like the sound of mighty wa
tiers.
ohs my ihAd tb hSNh NHc
words of wisdom. to the words of
warming, from the lips of h Great
Spirit. from the Master of Life who
madel I have given you these lands
to hunt in and these streams to fish
in. and I have caused you to pros
| per here below. Why are o not
contented. Why must you u
| bloodshed thus. brother against
brother7 Why must you be lovers
Of war and strife rather than lovers
Of peace as you promised to be when
you called upon me long ago to bless
you and cause to prosper7 Case
now from your wars and return to
yours homes. Your strength is in
your union. Therefore. be at peace
h%enceforth and live as brothers to-
gether."
The warriors then returned to their
homes. buried their weapons. washed
the war paint from their faces and
made them P~ence-Pipes. Nawadahn
felt the burden of tho absent Chief
upon his shoulders. He walked on
in the solitary forests. pondering.
musing in the forest on the welfare
of his people. e upon returning
he found his friend. I~shkoodah. just
returned from his Journey in tho far
off Northland. Full of wrath was
the chief when he came into the VII
lage of the Omahas and found his
people In confusion, Angry was he
when he heard of all the misdemean-
ors, all the malice, the mischief and
the cunning of the tribes. Then he
built n hugo fire and called together
all the nations in the Valley OF
/ wyoming. Around 1t h nations
gathered, fensted upon reindeer that
Iagoo a hunted for the occasion.
As they smoked their Peace Pipes
they called upon Wabasso, the sweet
musician to sing his best songs OF
love and peace, Sweetiy sang Wab-
asso, till all the hearts of the men
were softened by the pathos' of his
music-for he SAM of peace and free
dom, sang of beauty, love and long
ing, of death, of Life Undying, and
of the land of the Hereafter.
Iagoo, the boastful youth of the
| shoshonies, meanwhile listened i'm
patiently to the songs of Wabasso.
Finally when there was a moment of
silence, asked to be heard, for he had
marvellous stories to relate. He was
Jealous of the sweet musician. jeal-
GUS of the applause they gave him.
He saw in the eyes of the guests as
sembled that all longed to hear his
pleasant stories and adventures. No
one could tell more wonderful stories
than he, nor of more daring deeds.
Then the Evil Spirit, Mitche Mantle,
came to him urging him to boast Of