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chief. He was going away on a long hunt. The 

 rest of the day she was very sorrowful, but when 

 twilight came she gathered a great many wild flow- 

 ers from these very woods. She twined them in 

 her hair, and hung them in wreaths about her 

 neck. At nightfall she climbed to the top of that 

 cliff and threw herself over. She was very un- 

 happy and felt she could not live without the chief. 



" When her friends and relatives found out 

 what she had done there was great grief in the 

 tribe of the Hawk. The old and young Indians 

 came from even a long way off and helped to bury 

 her in the spot where she had fallen. Afterward a 

 long procession marched In her honor along the 

 top of the cliff. As It passed the place from where 

 she had fallen, each brave leaned over the edge 

 and dropped a stone on the grave. So the monu- 

 ment grew higher and higher as each one passed. 

 Indeed, if we could count the stones to-day we 

 should know just how many Indians there were In 

 the maiden's funeral procession." 



" What month was it when she died? " Tommy 

 asked. 



" The story didn't tell," Grandmother answered. 



" Then we can never know what flowers she 

 chose for her wreath," he said. 



" I think it was spring," Kate said, " and she 

 decked herself with the timid flowers that come 

 early and are afraid to live." 



" I'm sure It was summer," Philip said; " flow- 



