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By Alice Phillips
NOTE.-The Klamath Indians Believed that they Descended from the Gray Wolf, and Many Beautiful Legends are told of this Animal. The Nighthawk, or Whip-poor-will, was said to Guard their Tobacco Patch. Loleeta was a Quarter Indian.
PRELUDE Flow on, Oh River of my dream! Where'er they silv'ry course may
gleam, Signs of a vanish'd race remain, Tho, gone for'er their noble strain; Their songs heard only in echoes Chanted by thy stream, as it flows Onward into the golden west, The sunset harbor of thy rest! Stories and songs manifold, That ne'er in summer were told, Repeat'd in accents drifting low, By the winter fire's glow. So, with a sad and solemn voice, Spoken in words of her choice, Repeat'd the legend of her race With all its wondrous grace.
LOLEETA In some sunlit forest grove, Where the gentle south winds rove, The first violet lifts its head, Ere yet the April storms are fled. Born of the sun and winter's rain, It rears its modest head again, And breathes upon the virgin air Its fragrant offering of pray'r. And thus, within the forest glade, Loleeta, fair, the Indian maid Dwelt, with heart untaint'd by love And pure as the heavens above. As fleet as the woodland fawn, Often seen at early dawn Bounding thro' the dewy vale, She ran with the wild March gale. But when the stars shone overhead, Her white blood strove with the red, And a longing, wild and sad, Filled her soul where all was glad. When a wolf, all gray and lean, Crossed the starlight path between,
Loleeta in her olden tongue
seems! Our race is fallen, we are gone, Like Autumn's golden leaves are
flown. Yet unlike them, we come no more When spring calls, laughing at our
door. When earth was void and with no
light, When o'er the deep reign'd blank
night, Ten moons rose in the western sky, And as each tipt the Cade on high, The wolf, with arrows and his bow, Slew all of them, save one, from far
below. Thus you can see but one moon now Rising above the mountain's brow! A glowing orb, all cold and still, It hangs above the distant hill, Where the night-hawk, with coarse
sound, Guards the weed on coal-burnt ground. And the cricket all night long Is chirping its lonesome song: “Chiteep-chiteep!” far and near, A song it sings to charm the deer! All day hiding its black head, The cricket still mourns the dead; But at night the hunter again Hears the chirp of its magic strain!
By Robert Wingate
H, I don't see why you need to drive the farm machinery just as well
others to go?" Mrs. Stirling pretty well.” pushed away her plate and gazed at "It ain't so bad as it would 'a be'n her tall son through eyes suddenly two or three years ago," said his afflicted with an unaccustomed dim- father. “We've had two mighty good ness. Then turning swiftly to her crops and good prices for 'em. The husband
mortgage is lifted, and we've got “There ain't no call for it, is there quite a lot of things we needed." Abner ? Tom's got a plenty to do “How 'bout Chet Thayer ?” said right at home without going off to Mrs. Stirling suddenly. “Has he got that terrible war."
any idea of going?" Mr. Stirling had not moved since "I don't know, I'm sure," returned his son's announcement. Now he Tom, reddening, “He ain't said anydrew a long breath and said slowly: thing to me.” "It don't seem's if he was needed "He might git drafted,” said his right now for the army. But we can't father, “they're talkin' of that in Contell, Sarah. These things ain't for us gress, ain't they?" to decide. Maybe it looks to him "No, they wouldn't get him," relike his duty."
plied Tom. "He's a skilled mechanic. "Oh, but when there's so many He's buildin' him a pretty nice house others I don't believe it's duty at all. in the village, and they say he's Why should he go and let them stay?" bought out Jim Wilson's garage."
A grim smile now overspread “Oh, I'll warrant you he'll find Tom's homely and earnest counte- some way out of it. He likes to drive nance. "I guess if everyone said that, that new, shiny car too well," cried we wouldn't have much of an army to Mrs. Stirling. Then turning suddenly beat the Germans. They're not much to her son,—“Tom, why don't you go afraid of the fellows that ought to go over this afternoon and talk this all but don't."
over with Lily?” "The President's called for volun- Tom's face flushed yet more deeply teers,” said his father, “but he's also under the tan, and his throat seemed said how important it is to keep up badly obstructed when he answered farmin' at the highest notch. Maybe - "Oh, I guess she wouldn't be at you can do more good right here, home. She's rather likely to be out Tom.”
on a Sunday afternoon.” "Oh, I probably should be some good here, if I stayed,” returned that go by in the automobile with young square-jawed youth, “There's work Thayer, half an hour ago.” enough between the farm and the lum- “Well, now!” exclaimed Tom's ber mill, but you know we haven't mother, "I think it's just a shame. I but forty acres anyway, and Buddy's ain't never said anything before - I gettin' to be about the same as a man. think young folks ought to manage He's sixteen this spring, and he can these things themselves, if they show
go bles" said Mr. Stirling up
enough her and youth, "Theurned that
prose to Morte, nor the milk. But never
any sense. But here you are going as much your fault as his. Oh, that off to the war because Lily's taken a was just like you." kind of a fancy that won't last six “Well,” said Tom, "crying never months for that young sprig with his gathered up any spilt milk. But that's pretty neckties and his shiny automo- neither here nor there. I'm going bile. I s'pose he has got some money over to Morton tomorrow, and I shall too, but nobody knows how long he probably try, anyway, to enlist. You will have. And you'll leave the field might tell Buddy when he comes in." all clear for him; and he'll prob'ly And, taking his hat from the nail, he marry her, and she'll be good and went out by the back way and sorry ever after. She comes of good crossed the orchard into the woods. stock, Lily does, and really deserves The heart of any recruiting sergeant better'n she's got sense enough to un- would be made glad by the sight of derstand.”
Tom Stirling. Tall and broad-shoul"Why! said Tom glumly. "I don't dered and clear-eyed, moving with know as we've got any right to call the nervous vigor that Europe has Chet Thayer names just because he's come to associate with American a better looking fellow than I am, and youth, he was the perfect type of the has got more money, and the girls like men of whom were to be formed the him better.”
armies of the Republic. Labor on the "He ain't better lookin,'” returned farm and in the mill had hardened Mrs. Stirling fiercely.
his muscles, and temperate and conTom laughed. “I guess you're just tented living had given him nerves fit about the only one that'd say so, for the endurance of hardship and Mother, and you're a terribly preju- peril. No shadow of doubt as to the diced witness. Anyway, we don't righteousness of the cause had ever know a thing against him except that crossed his mind, and now the motive he wears a white collar on week days so quickly divined by his mother adand is the best dancer that ever comes ded its deciding weight. All questo the Grange Hall. It don't seem's if tions of his duty to the country and a regular fellow could spare the time all his personal problems should be to learn to dance as well as he does— solved by one act. For this he claimed but maybe that's just a countryman's no credit and desired no sympathy. idea. Perhaps he'll volunteer too, and The shadows were cool under the make a better soldier than I will." pine trees. As he slowly paced the
"Oh, I know you, Tom Stirling," familiar path that led by the side of cried his mother in a voice in which the brook and beyond to the chestnut laughter and sorrow and pride were woods, the pulses which had been mingled. “Nobody'll ever know how pounding at his temples like the much anything hurts you from any- steam hammers of the forge shops thing you let on. You're just the same gradually subsided. At the delicious today as you was that time fifteen call of a bluebird Tom stopped to loyears ago when you and little Danny cate the songster, as by long estabSmith got mad and got to throwin' lished habit, and forgot his intention stones. You've got the scar now on of the previous moment of pulling off your forehead where one of 'em hit the starched Sunday collar which had you. And you come home with your seemed to be stifling him. From the face all bloody, and said that you hit half-formed leaves and buds came the your head against a stone. And you medicinal odors of the forest; the fanever let on how it happened or that miliar flowers of May made their ofit hurt any, and when we found out ferings of beauty; the brook sank still from Danny, himself, a month after the song he had always known and ward, you said you didn't tell about which had accompanied so many of it because you warn't goin' to have his childish musings. him licked for somethin' that was just The pathway led down past the
his desert 150 clearlaps = "He could
Fort Rock, - scene of boyish cam- possibly her children - Here Tom's paigns of desperate attack and de- heart gave a most painful wrench, and fense—through the birch thicket that his new-found happiness threatened had sheltered many an ambuscade, to desert him utterly—and read that and up into the grove of giant chest- name, cut so clearly and evenly in the nuts where, on frosty October morn- granite, and perhaps — wipe away a ings, Tom and his mates had so often tear, as she passed on? He could see gathered cherished stores in gay de- her now, before his eyes, hurrying fiance of the squirrels' chattered pro- along beneath a bleak December sky tests.
of low-hung clouds — a little shawl As he walked on his heart grew about her shoulders, her face lined lighter than it had been for weeks. and aged before its time and her dark All the arguments and uncertainties, hair streaked with greyall the self-questionings and condemn- Tom sat down on a fallen tree and ings, all the fiery, leaping hatred of began to call himself bitter names,his successful rival were gone or fast quite in the old manner of the days going. His country needed him, and before his decision. The glory had he would go. Lily should have her gone from the day. The sun was happiness undisturbed by him, and he hidden by a cloud, and one of the chill would live out the brief and lurid winds of inconstant May came sighcareer of his boyhood dreams, – the ing through the valley. camp, the voyage and the field,—bat. After a few minutes he rose and tle, victory and defeat, glorious strug- started briskly on. He had come a gle — and the singing messenger of long way, but now he planned to redeath.
turn by a different and longer route. For an hour he strode along half- He told himself that the woods along overgrown forest ways. Through the the North Branch were fine at this interlacing branches the sky overhead time of year, and maybe he would get was of an entrancing blue. From the some of the haw blossoms that Mother lowlands at the right came the liquid liked so, in the Mansfield pasture. notes of a thrush. Tom walked on Anyway he had plenty of time today, with such a glow of happiness in his and might not be going that way again breast as he had thought never to for a long while. Already his willing know again. No longer the awkward feet were carrying him along a welllout he had called himself,—with no known path. choice but a pretended indifference in An hour later Tom was sitting on the face of defeat,—no longer the the Spring Rock under a clump of helpless and ridiculous spectator of oaks, a quarter mile from the roadanother's triumph-the guest-to-be at way. The setting sun was shining Lily's wedding, with smiling face and cheerily again, and the scattered trees clumsily-expressed good wishes that of the pasture sheltered a full-throatwould deceive no one—but a soldier ed choir of feathered songsters. Half of the Republic, one of those whose visible through the orchard trees, was names would appear in those ominous the abode of the one girl of any conlists with the heading_Killed in Ac- sequence in the world, and off to the tion-as in the old papers of Civil left lay the path across the field that War times he had found long ago in had often proved such a long shortthe garret. Perhaps they would raise cut on the way home from church or another Soldiers' Monument in the singing school. town square, and amongst the names Tom had just decided in the negato be read by every passer would be tive, for the third time, the question that of Thomas Stirling —
whether he should go to the MansWould she read it sometimes, per- field house to bid Lily good-bye. He haps? Would she pause when cross- would stop on his way to Morton in ing the square with her husband, or the morning. She would be in the kitchen with her mother; he would tell you what I had in mind just as call her out to the gate, and tell her well now." what little there was to be told. It Lily's dark eyes twinkled maliwould look queer for him to go away ciously. She had never looked so disand never say a word. Folks would tractingly pretty. probably talk a whole lot anyway. “Oh, I've got to hurry and get that There was no need of making any cow. It'll soon be dark.” more of it.
"I'll get your cow for you all right,” She might ask him to write to her said Tom, "but for now I'd very much from over there. If she did, should appreciate it if you'd sit down here he promise to do so? If he did write, for a minute. I've got a little piece would she reply? Wouldn't any such of news for you." letters serve to keep his mind en- "Now see here, Tom," said Lily, tangled with all the jealousy and mis more seriously, "it really won't do any ery that he meant to leave behind good to tell me your news. I know with his civilian clothes ? No, he what it is anyway. And I've got to wouldn't write to her. He would have hurry back. I'm expecting company a reduction made from the photograph this evening." he still had hidden in his desk at "If you know what I was going to home, and keep it in the back of his tell you," said Tom, considerably takwatch. That would have to suffice. en aback, "you must be a mind-reader
Still he made no homeward move, -unless—unless Mother's been over and the question of going to the Mans- to see you this afternoon.” field house was just coming up for a "No, she hasn't been here, but I fourth decision, when suddenly a know just the same what a great man voice was heard at the pasture bars. you're going to be. I'm glad as I can "Co-boss, Co-boss."
be for you. Father says you'll surely Shrill-voiced Jimmy Mansfield usu- do well. But really its no use to go ally escorted old Dapple back and over again the things that we talked forth from barn to pasture, but though of when you were at my house the last this call was surely of treble pitch, time. You surely know me better Tom never for a moment believed it than to think I'm going to change my proceeded from the throat of that mind on account of a thing like this." young mischief-maker. Cautiously "How does your father know what pulling a bough aside, he could see I was planning? And how do you Lily standing by the bars, a dozen know? If you'll please tell me," said rods away, impatience plainly written Tom humbly. on her face.
"Oh, we knew before you did your"Oh, plague take it!” she said, all self. Mr. Ormsby was over yesterunconscious of any auditor, “Where day to get Father's advice, and is that old cow? I s'pose she's way Father told him you were exactly the down in the swamp, and doesn't in- man for the place, that the only fault tend to come in till morning." And, you had was being so young, and that noisily throwing down the bars, she you would probably outgrow that in came down the slope, straight toward time." Tom's hiding place
Tom's eyes opened wide with aston"Hello, Lily!"
ishment. “Mr. Ormsby!” he ex“Goodness! Tom Stirling, how you claimed. "Now I know you're talkstartled me! What are you doing ing about something altogether difthere?”
ferent from what I am. What is it "Oh, just resting a bit,” said Tom that Mr. Ormsby is planning to put as he came forward, “I've been over me into ?” by the North Branch. Say Lily, I “Oh, Tom Stirling! Don't you know was just thinking of stopping to see really? I thought of course you were you tomorrow. Maybe though I could going to tell me about the new place
de for young to bee what abere, but ,
as hehe North Branf stopping I could