An '^^ Indian Summer'^ Dream 



bent clearly upon my own destruction. 

 These and a thousand other self- 

 accusing thoughts flashed through my 

 brain as I felt the end coming closer, 

 ever closer! 



After the lapse of a near-eternity, I 

 became conscious of the fact that some- 

 one was speaking, and a great hush 

 came over the assembling multitudes. 

 The Star of Morning still glowed in 

 golden splendor, and, just as the first 

 faint signs of approaching dawn were 

 becoming visible to experienced eyes, 

 an aged chieftain in the foremost rank 

 of Red Men, stepping forward, pros- 

 trated himself towards the east. With 

 uplifted arms, he began what seemed 

 an invocation to some Higher Power, 

 and, as he ceased, a great hymn of 

 supplication rose and fell in swelling 

 cadence through the stillness of the 

 dying night. 



The very air was vibrant with re- 

 pressed excitement and expectation, 

 and still my comrades slept on, all un- 

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