Year: 1878

christened We.no.nah. One day, when
the in ant bad grown to he sturdy
child OF about twelve months, Captain
Graham, his sons and all the men ser.
wants being absent, driving a herd OF
cattle 10 Fort Dearborn, the young
mother sat singing cradle song to her
child sleeping at her feet, when she was
startled by seeing the chief ride up TO
tie door. He was painted in the war
paint of his tribe, and looked stern and
savage. Suppressing with great difficulty
and wonderful self control all indica-
tions of distrust and fear, she welcomed
him kindly, placed food before him and
treated him with all the kindness of an
old friend. He hsughtily refused the
food she offered, and stood gazing wildly
upon her and the sleeping child. She
saw that his rage and passions were
rising into uncomfortable fury, and that
he was working himself up to des,
perate deed. His face grew dark and
black as the thunder cloud before the
lightning bursts; his eyes cleaned with
ferocity; one hand clutched the scalping.
knife, and the other the tomahawk,
which he was already raising. A horrid
death for herself and her child seemed
her instant doom, when sudden thought
of appealing to the Indians better nature
flashed through her brain, and, instantly
seizing her child and holding him up to
the chief, she cried Look, Ws>no-nabl
Is not this noble boy' He will be
great chief. have named him We>no-
nah, in memory Of you The child
smiled at the feathers which hung from
the head bending over him. For mo-
ment the Indian hesitsted, the tomahawk
was lowered in his grasp, and then he
exclaimed, with bitter smile: Pap
poose is very brave, white squaw very
bad, white psppoose is good, We-no nah
will make a great chief Of the young
eagle" and instantly snatching the child
from the arms of the horror-stricken
mother, and springing with it away from
her imploring gesture, in an instant be
was on the back Of his horse, flying like
the wind across the prairies; and before
Captain Graham and his party could
return he had placed the Mississippi
between him and the heart broken
mother, and was flying far toward the
hDChN uDuHthiuSs ANO vi
family or the government were ever able
to rescue the stolen child.


The beresved mother, the fair "Rose o.
Rock river" did not long survive the
loss of her child. Her family are scat.
tered, and there remains nothing of this
once happy household but lonely bluff,
which looks down upon the dark waters
of the river, and rough, gray stone,
crowning lonesome cairn, marked with
the name of "Wauban."


Such is the tale told to me thirty years
ago, and still told to the traveller as he
sits by the freside of the lockwood
farm. house" "Time runs its ceaseless
course" The Graham family are scat.
tered and gone, their beautiful home
has passed into other hands, and it boots
not now to tell how or by what changes
the agate necklace, the stones for which
were gathered by an Indian prince on the
shores of Lake Superior, and that once
told the love of an Ottowa chief for a
white maiden, found its way to the an.
cestral home of the Grahams, among the
highlands OF Scotland, and was made to
express the kind wishes of an American
for Scotch lassie as lovely as the "Rose
OF Rock river."-- Chicago Journal.