Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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you. Ile bids me tell you that the lVhite children are llis children as well as are the lied, and that Ile cares alike for both. Ile says that you must release the pris- oners and dwell together in peace. And what the Great Spirit commands, we must not disobey. Vllhen she had ceased, every person was silent-awe-stricken, though a god had come among them. Then the aged chief rose and addressed his people: UThe daughter is right. VVhat the Great Spirit commands, we must not disobey. Ile quickly called his council of chiefs together in a. nearby lodge, unbinding the feet of the prisoners and leading them along, that no harm might befall them if the crowd suddenly became angry. Min- nehaha remained in the Same position she had assumed while speaking. A few quiet words were exchanged between the Indians reniaining, but a great hush pre- vailed. Wheii the lodge entrance opened and the chiefs tiled out, with them came the white men, unbound. Then the figure of the young girl disappeared in the dark- ness. The moon had risen in the heavens when Minnehaha reached her home, and she lingered outside the wigwam to breathe in the deep peace of the night. She felt that she had done right and what the Christ would have done. She knew now what those words meant- Peace on earth, good-will to men. He was born on a night like this, calm and cloudless, when the Divinity seems to bend and l lt: W touch the earth, waiting in silent expecta tion. She could almost see the light m the sky as it must have shone then. bln could ahnost hear the angels sing, Glow to God in the highest- A step soundid at her side. She looked around. There could be no mistaking the form and fra tures in the bright moonlight. It was lui father. I have come to spend Christmas with vou. It was the voice of no apparition. Hut to spend Christmas with her-what did it mean? As though i11 answer to he! thought, he continued. 'tVVhen I lay un conscious after the light, the Black R-obt chiefs found me. They took me ,to their lodge, they fed me with tl1e best from their table, they healed my wounds Again they told me the story of the White Christ, in whose name they re stored me to life. I, who had scotted and mocked before, 11ow listened and believed. And you, too, my daughter, yy 1ll believe ? ' l 'AI do believe, she cried rapturously and she poured out the story of her day s struggle, of the VVhite Christ's victory 111 her heart, and of rescuing her father s enemies from torture and death. Tlun, feaing lest he might still cherish revengl toward those who had injured him, she asked half doubtfully You are not an 7 gry with me, father? The very stars seemed to sing as his an swer fell upon her ear: HI am proud ot my Minnehahaf' -Emily Donaldson, '13

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-cdo- . . H8312 .,.-- -15. K ,W ,.:. ...sg kf,f K K .kL,k: , K k.,,L h,.Qtf 1 fV,k , k.:Z:, l,. ..hJ , 1 5 , .. .W - .. 3 ' -x -, , Vbh. .- , , .,, - ,t,, , . , kk X-I -1- Z kk h , ,,,,.,1,., . Yfk, ,N . ,,.: 1,, K . kAf,,1.,, ,itw ,Xf. at ' -1 - Wi dim daylight mingling with the light of the flickering flames, spoke again. 'fYou know that tonight the Palefaces are to be burned. I ought to be glad, I ought to exult in their punishment. But my heart is sad. True, they killed my father in the battle, they stole his dead body before our men could return and bear it away. But tonight is the birth- day of the White Christ. From the Black Robed Chief you have heard the story of His birth, His life, His crucifixion, and His forgiveness. All day a voice in my heart has been saying, 'Peace on earth, good-will to men.' I, the daughter of a chief of the Mackinacs, can save the Pale- faces if I will. The White Christ would do so. What shall I do? The intense silence which ensued was broken by the crackling of the burning branches. Then the voice of old Noko rang out proudly: My Minnehaha, your father knew no word forgive. Nay, Wa- basso's cry was 1Revenge, forever re- vengel' though he died in the act of avenging-and are you not your father's daughter? The White Christians are pushing far- ther and farther west. They are seizing the lands and the streams that Gitchie Manito gave his red children to hunt and fish in. They bring war and bloodshed to our hitherto peaceful homes, and sor- row and suffering to our happy hearts. They have killed your father, a mighty chieftain. Yet what is death to a brave warrior but an entrance to the Happy Hunting Grounds! And the White Chris- tians have taken that chance from Wa- basso, they have stolen his dead body. No weapons could be buried with him, that he might defend himself on his jour- ney to the Promised Land. No prayers can be offered to the Great Spiritover his grave, no sacrifices laid at his resting- place, no chance is given to intercede for him. . 'fBut, and the tone of old Noko changed to one of triumph and of rap- turous faith, we have a promisefrom the Deliverer of the Nations-from Hia- . .. - ...af watha. As he was lifted into the sky, the promise to return to us fell from his lips. He will avenge our wrongs. He is even now gathering his army from among the warriors of the Upper World, they hold themselves in readiness for the word of command to march upon the Palefaces, and we will once more occupy the land of our fathers in affluence and powerf' She was silent for a moment, and then added: You must decide for yourself whether to serve the white man's God or the Great Spirit of your fathers. Minnehaha rose. Wrapping her shawl about her, without a word to Noko, lest she should be dissuaded from her pur- pose, she left the Wigwam. In the deepening twilight the great cluster of Indian dwellings showed a ghostly white against the darkening blue of the eastern sky. In those wigwams which were not deserted, the bright fire inside revealed the fantastic decorations upon the canvas, and the moving shadows of those within. The muffled beat of drums, intermingled with savage yells, were wafted to Minnehaha's ear. She knew that no time was to be lost, and ran lightly down the snowy path to the scene of commotion. At the edge of the circle stood the war- riors of the tribe, some carrying torches. Their faces were rendered more hideous and unearthly in the dim light by fresh war paint. In the inner circle stood a band of half a dozen white men, bound hand and foot, one or two with heads erect, but the rest a picture of the most hopeless, abject misery. Piles of pine- tree boughs were being lighted by the squaws. At one side, ifpon a raised plat- form of logs overlooking the entire scene, sat an aged chieftain. Minnehaha comprehended the whole situation in an instant. She sprang upon the platform beside the old chief, the next moment the attention of every man, woman and child in that assembly was 'riveted on the girl. My people, she was saying, I have a command from the Great Spirit to stop

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