LAST OF THE POTTOWATTOMIES 

 prairies of the Kankakee marshes by the light of 

 the moon. A full and beautiful moon animated 

 and sustained by the purity of their motive, and 

 the hope of soon reaching a place of safety and 

 protection. They said they had good horses, 

 good hearts, good weather, good country to tra- 

 vel over and above all a good cause and why 

 not good luck. Kill-buck learned afterwards 

 that they reached his home in safety and lived 

 happily for many years. And that was the last 

 that was ever heard of Aingo Doranto, the last 

 of the Pottowattomies. Lenia Leota, his sister, 

 was taken captive by some other hostile Indians 

 and carried off to the far west toward the sunset 

 and her fate was never known nor never will be 

 until the great day of judgment. But like the 

 stars that shed their glory ore a dark and trou- 

 bled sea, like some long forgotten story cherish- 

 ed are thou still to me. There were two or three 

 other Indians that lived and hunted and trapped 

 on the river. One old Indian, Sheubana, lived 

 on French Island and he was related to old 



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