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The old Indian woman glanced
furtively at the distant sky line, and
then centered her gaze upon the deep
crystal waters of the lake. The Ong?
she said. I will tell you of the Ong.
The Ong was a huge bird, greater
than the houses of the white men. Its
body was like the eagle's, and its
wings were longer than the tallest
pines. Its face was that of an In-
dian, but covered with hard scales,
and its feet were webbed. Its nest
was deep down in the bottom of the
lake out in the center, and out of the
nest rushed all of the waters which
fill the lake. There are no rivers to
feed the Jake, only the waters from
the Ong’s nest. All the waters flow
back near the bottom, in great under-
sweeps, and after passing through the
meshes of the nest are sent forth
again, Every plant and bird and ani-
mal that gets into these under-cur-
rents, and sometimes even the great
trout are swept into the meshes of
the nest and are there held fast to fur-
nish food for the Ong.
He ate everything, he liked every-
thing, but best of all he liked the
taste of human flesh, No one ever
heard or saw anything of such poor
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warriors around the council fire. - All
day long he had been sitting alone on
the jutting cliffs which overhang the
water, far away from the laughter
and shouts of the camp, eagerly, pray-
erfully watching the great lake. Sure-
ly the Great Spirit avould hear his
prayer and give him the moment he
longed for, yet he had Deen here
for days and weeks in unavailing
prayer and waiting.
The afternoon was well-nigh spent,
and the heart of the young brave had
grown cold as stone. In his bitter
despair he sprang to his feet to defy
and curse the Great Spirit to whom he
had trusted, but ere he could utter the
words his very soul stood still for joy.
Slowly rising from the center of the
lake, he saw the dreaded Ong. Cir-
cling high in the heavens like a vast
shapeless thunder-cloud, black as the
night the monster swept, now here,
now there in search of prey. The
young brave stood erect. When the
Ong was nearest, he waved his arm to
attract its notice, He had not long
to wait. With a mighty swoop and an
awful rushing noise the bird dashed
to earth, and as it swept upward, the
young brave was seen by all to be
THE GREAT ONG.
mortals as were drowned in these wa-
ters, for their bodies were carried to
the Ong’s nest and no morsel ever
escaped him. Sometimes he would
fly about the shores in quest of some
child, or woman or hunter, yet he was
a great coward, and was never known
to attack anyone in camp, or when
two or more were together. No arrow
could pierce his featners, nor could
the strongest spear do more than
glance from the scales on his face and
legs, yet his eraven’s heart made him
afraid, for his toes had no claws, and
his mouth no beak.
Late one fall the Washoe Indians
were making their final hunt before
going to the valleys and leaving the
lake locked in its winter snows. The
Chief's daughter was sixteen
lds and before Jw®ving the lake he
ust -sélect the greatest hero in the
tribe for her husband, for such had
been the custom of Washoe chiefs
ever since the tribe came out of the
Northland. Fairer than ever Indian
maiden had been was this daughter,
f and every unmarried brave and war-
rior in the tribe wished that he had
performed deeds of greater prowess,
that he might be certain of winning
the prize, That last night at the lake,
around the big council fire, each was
to smoke the pipe and recount to the
Chief the noblest achievement of his
life, and when all were heard, the
Chief would choose, and the women
join the circle and the wedding take
place. For many years the warriors
had looked forward to this event and
the tribe had become famed because
of acts of reckless daring performed
by those who hoped to wed the
Chief's lovely daughter,
It was the morning of the final day,
and much game and great stores of
dried trout were packed ready for the
journey. All were preparing for the
wedding festivities, and the fact that
no one knew who would be the bride-
groom among ull that mighty band of
warriors, lent intensest excitement to
the event. All were joyous and hap-
py, except the maiden and the hand-
gome young brave to whom she had
given her heart. In spite of custom
or tradition, her love had long since
cone out to one whos t had been
ho voung to press the path when
ot the tribe gave battle to their
Lreditary foes, the Plutes. He never
a done deed of valor, nor could he
claim the right to W th the
years.
clasped fast in its talons. A great
cry of horror arose from the camp,
but it was the sweetest note the
young brave had ever heard. The
bird flew straight up into the
sky until it became a mere speck to
the enthralled beholders below,
When it reached a great height it
would drop its prey into the lake and
let the current draw it to the nest.
Such was its custom, and tor this
the young Indian had prepared by un-
winding from his waist a long buck-
skin cord, and tying himself firmly to
the Ong's legs. The clumsy feet could
not grasp him so tightly as to prevent
his movements, At last the great toes
opened wide, but the Indian did not
fall. Again they closed and opened,
and the enraged bird thrust down his
head to see why his victim refused to
fall. In a mighty rage the Ong tried
to grasp the man in its mouth, but
the strong web between the set bird's
toes sheltered him. Again and again
the bird tried to use his horrid teeth
and each time his huge body would
fall through the air in such twistings
and contortions that those who
watched below stared in bewilder-
ment. But what the watchers could
not see was that every time the huge
mouth opened to snap at him, he
young brave hurled a handful of
poisoned arrow heads into the mouth,
and down the big throat, their sharp
points cutting deep into the unpro-
tected flesh. The bird tried to dis-
lodge him by rubbing his feet to-
gether, but the thong held firm, Now
it plunged headlong into the lake.
but its feet were tied so that it could
not swim, and though it lashed the
waters into foam with its great wings
and though the man was nearly
drowned and exhausted, the poison
caused the great bird such agony that
it suddenly arose and tried to escape
by flying toward the center of the
lake, The contest had lasted long,
SIX HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS.
| How An Innocent Man was Sus-
pected.
A little story was told at the New
Willard Hotel in Washington the other
day by a New Yorker who was travel-
ing on a Pullman car between St.
Louis and his home, which goes to
show the danger of convicting a man on
circumstantial evidence. The principal
figure in this incident was not con-
victed, but had it not been for a for-
tuitous circumstance it might have
gone hard with him.
“It seems that one of the occupants
of the car on getting out of his berth to
dress missed his vest, which was a
rather serious affair, Inasmuch as It
contained in an inside pocket a roll of
money which consisted of six brand-
new $100 bills.
“A little later he picked up the gar-
ment on the floor, but on searching, the
roll of money was gone. It was a
clear case of robbery, and the man
naturally raised an excited outcry,
which drew the attention of all his
fellow-travelers. Early in the game
the proposition to search everybody in
that coach was made and adopted w..h
but a single dissenting voice. One man
stood out fiercely and indignantly
against it, and said that he would
never consent to such an indignity, but
would oppose it with all the force he
could erploy.
“This man was at once an object of
suspicion, and many whispers directed
at him went around. Every other indi-
vidual aboard voluntarily submitted to
being searched, yet nothing was seen
of the s olen bills. At this point some
amateur Sherlock Holmes cornered the
porter, and by adroit questions and
threats made that rascally employe
own up to the ‘heft, and also made him
disgorge $600 in handsome notes that
appeared to be right from the Print
ing Bureau. The owner of the money
was overjoyed and all hands congratu-
lated him on recovering his money.
“About this time the obdurate gen-
tleman who had resolutely declined to
be searched secured the floor. ‘Now,
my friends,’ said he, ‘I will tell you
why I risked your suspecting me of the
| theft, and v. hat did this man do but
| go down in his hip pocket and fetch
| up a roll of money that he counted out
| in our presence, and, as sure as I am
la living man, in this roll there were
| just six—no more and no less—brand-
| new bills, each of $100 denomination.
| Positively there was no way of telling
| them from the bills that had been re-
covered. Then we all knew why he had
declined to be investigated.”
eet.
Brief Thauks to the Ladies.
Jonesboro (Ark.) Evening Sun.
The members of the Citizen’s Band
ask the ladies who gave the supper
for the benefit of the band on Wednes-
day night, August 9, to please accept
their sincere thanks, It is the wish of
every member that when these good
| ladies have done all the good deeds
| here that God would have them do,
| that they be gathered home to join
the heavenly band, where all be joy,
happiness, and good music, which all
who live as these good ladies have
lived shall enjoy, and may the in-
fluence of these good ladies ever guide
the members of the Citizens’ Band to a
higher stand of morality and fame,
and may we never cease striving until
we have reached the topmost round of
the ladder of fame, when God, in His
wisdom, shall call us home, and when
we have played our last tune here on
earth, may we be gathered with these
good ladies around God’s throne, where
we can play on God's instruments of
gold, where our music will be sweeter,
through the ceaseless ages of eternity.
and the darkness crept over the lake,
and into the darkness the Ong van-
ished.
The women had been long in their
huts ere the council fire was kindled,
and the warriors gravely seated them-
selves in its circle. The loss of a
young brave could not be allowed to
mterfere with so important an event
as the marriage choice, and from most
of their minds he had vanished. It
was not so very unusual for the Ong
to claim a victim, and besides, the
youth had been many times warned
by his elders that he should not go
hunting alone as had been his habit
of late.
But while the warriors were work-
ing themselves up to a frenzy of elo-
quence over their bygone deeds of
daring, an Indian maiden was pad-
dling a canoe swiftly and silently
toward the middle of the lake, Nona,
the Chief’s daughter, understood no
more than the rest why her lover had
not been dropped into the lake, nor
why the Ong had acted so queerly,
but she knew that she could die with
her lover, She took her own frail
canoe because it was so light and
easy to paddle, though it was made
for her when a girl, and would scarce-
ly support her weight now. It mat-
tered nothing to her if the water
splashed over the sides; it mattered
nothing how she reached her lover.
She kept saying his name over softly
to herself, “Tahoe! My own Tahoe!”
When the council had finished, the
old women went to the Chief’s hut
to bid his daughter come and hear the
decision her father was about to ren-
der, Their consternation was great,
nor did the tribe rest until the rosy
dawn tinged the Washoe peake and
disclosed to the warriors the vast
body of the Ong floating on the wa-
ters above its nest, and beside it a
tiny, empty canoe. But gently ap-
proaching the shore was the strangest
craft that ever flonted on water, It
was one of the Ong’s great wings, and
the sail was the tip of the other wing!
Standing upon it clasped in each oth-
ers arms, was the young brave Ta-
hoe and the daughter of the chief, In
the shouts of the tribe,shouts in which
warriors and women and children
mingled their voices with that of the
great Chief, Tahoe knew that he was
the hero, and that Nona was his bride.
The decision was rendered, but the
Ong's nest still remains, and to this
day the drowned never rise in Lake
Tahoe.
CHICKAMAGUA ANNIVERSARY.
One of the Great Battles of the Rebel
lion—~Tragic Death of Poet-Soldier
General Lytle,
Forty-two years ago the latter part
of September was fought and won by
Rosecrans the great battle of Chicka-
magua.
Chattanooga, the objective point of
the campaign, has been well considered
the very gateway of the entire South.
Bragg, in command of the Confederate
force, was outwitted and outma-|
neuvred, and the town of Chattanooga
fell into Federal hands, entirely by
strategy.
Chattanooga was then but a poor,
struggling village, never having been |
even heard of by one in a thousand of
those who composed the Northern |
army. It is now a wealthy, prosperous |
city of over 60,000 inhabitants and the |
home of many Northern families. An |
electric line runs from the city to
Chickamagua Park every 30 minutes. |
The celebration of the anniversary |
of the battle, from the 19th to the 23d
of September, where the tales of the
ampfire and the picket line were once
more recounted, has been of surprising
interest to thousands of old veterans
and their quondam foes.
BRIGADIER-GENERAL WM. H. LYTLE.
The battle of Chickamagua, which
followed Chattanooga, was most desper-
ately contested on both sides.
Bragg was reinforced by a veteran
corps from Virginia, under Longstreet,
and Buckner’s Corps from Kast Ten-
nessee, until his forces outnumbered
Rosecrans’ by over 12,000, and yet the
Northern army, by wise and vigorous
marching day and night over moun-
tains and through passes, and by the
concentration of widely scattered
forces, inflicted such terrible losses
that Bragg was incapable of any but
the most cautious following when
Rosecrans fell back to occupy Chat*-
nooga, for which he had been conter
ing.
Among the many
both sides who gave
braver, none more mourned than the
Union Brigadier-General, Wm. IL
Lytle. About to give the order
aid.
tra,” generally believed to have been
composed the night before the battle,
but which, as a matter of fact, w
earlier production, has been cl
one of the most masterly lyrics
American poetry.
I Am Dying Egypt, Dying.
I am dying Egypt, dying,
Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast,
And the dark, Plutonian shadows
Gather on the evening blast.
Let thine arm, oh! Queen, support
me,
Hush thy sobs and bow thine ear,
Hearken to the great heart secrets,
Thou, and thou alone, must hear,
Though my scarred and veteran le-
gions
Bear their eagles high no more,
And my wrecked and shattere gal-
leys
Strew dark Actium’s fatal shore;
Though no glittering guards sur-
round me,
Prompt to do their master's will,
I must perish like a Roman—
Die, the great Triumvir still
Let not Caesar’s servile minions
Mock the lion thus laid low;
"Twas no foeman’s hand that
him,
Twas his own that struck the blow.
Here, then, pillowed on thy bosom,
Ere his star fades quite away,
Him who, drunk with thy caresses,
Madly flung a world away!
slew
Should the base plebeian rabble
Dare assail my fame at Rome,
Where the noble spouse, Octavia,
Weeps within her widowed home;
Seek her—say the Gods have told me,
Altars, Augurs, circling wings,
That her blood with mine commin-
gled,
Yet shall mount
kings.
the throne of
And for thee, star-eyed Egyptian!
Glorious sorceress of the Nile,
Light the path to stygian honors
With the splendors of thy smile.
Give the Caesar crowns and arches,
Let his brow the laurel twine;
I can scorn the Senate's triumphs,
Triumphing in love like thine,
I am dying Egypt, dying!
: Hark! insulting foeman’s ory;
They are coming—quick, my falchion!
Let me front them ere I die.
Ah! no more amid the battle
Shall my heart exulting swell;
Isis and Osiris guard thee,
Cleopatra! Rome! farewell!
I————I——————————
Nursery Nonsense.
P——
Two magpies sat on a garden rail
AS long ago as a week;
And one little magpie wagged Kis tail
In the other little magpie’s beak,
Then doubling like a fist his little
claw hard
Said the other “Upon my word,
‘I'hig 1s more than flesh and blood can
stand
From magpie or other bird.”
So they picked and they seratched
each other's eyes
Till all that was left on the rail
Was the beak of one of the little mag-
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brave officers on |
up their lives for |
their beloved causes there was none |
to |
charge, he was struck in the head by a |
bullet and fell dying in the arms of his |
His poem of “Anthony and Cleena-
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