PLACE DE LA CROIX. pare 
The love of Wah-a-ola was full of jealousy, and 
the salute and reply of his mistress converted it into 
hate. Dashing his hand across his brow, on which the 
savage workings of his passion were plainly visible, he 
asked, if ‘‘a brave’? was to whine for a woman like a 
bear for its cubs? 
“Go!” said he, flinging Chechoula’s arm from him: 
“go! The mistletoe grows not upon young trees, and 
the pale face shall be a rabbit in the den of the wolf!” 
From the time that Rousseau was able to walk, he 
had made a daily pilgrimage to the cross, and there, 
upon his bended knees, greeted the morning sun. This 
habit was known to all the tribe. The morning follow- 
ing the scene between Wah-a-ola and Chechoula, he was 
found dead at the foot of the sacred tree. A poisoned 
arrow had been driven almost through his body. 
Great was the coristernation of the Choctaws. It 
was considered a mysterious evidence of impending evil ; 
while not a single person could divine who was the mur- 
derer. 
“The mistletoe grows not upon young trees!’’ 
thought Chechoula ; and for the first time she knew the 
full meaning of the words, as she bent over the body of 
Rousseau. She attended his obsequies with a sorrow 
less visible, but more deep, than that of her people; al- 
though the whole tribe had, in the short residence of the 
departed, learned to respect him, and to look upon him 
as a great “ Medicine.” His grave was dug where he 
