“When the Moon of the Snow Shoes had come upon the prairies, the North
Wind, cruel and merciless, blew its stinging fury in the faces of the
red men. Ice and snow covered the earth, spreading itself like a huge
blanket.
“Months passed and still no sunrise nor sunset could penetrate the
frozen ground beneath its icy coverlet. The moon and stars each night
looked down upon a silent, shivering world.
“The owl in the forest, the birds from the northland; all living things
were rendered inanimate by the wrath of the Ice-god who ruled the plains
that winter.
“When the early spring should have caused the sap to run in the trees,
making ready to burst forth the tiny buds, still nothing stirred. Even
the sun was implacable, withholding its warmth and brightness from the
pleading earth.
“Day was as night, with the dark clouds hiding the blue of the heavens
and the mantle of white still draping the whole world beneath.
“Death, stark and grim, hovered over the wigwams of the red men and the
cabins of the white man. Suffering, sorrow and hunger were everywhere,
recognizing no creeds nor classes.
“Then, when the spring was late and his purpose accomplished, this
harbinger of all that was Misery and Gloom, stole subtly away into the
night, giving way to a day that brought sunshine and new hope.
“On that day a band of braves were returning to the lands of their
fathers, having wearied of waiting for the ice to break and had ventured
forth to hunt. Turning back with much rejoicing and provisions, they
hurried homeward. Thankful, they were, these warriors of the Cheyennes,
that the God of the Sun was shining once more upon their people.
“Their leader, in the course of their journey, sighted a lone tepee
standing in the heart of the prairie wilderness.
“Bold and brave though they were, the scene that they beheld upon
entering the wigwam caused them great anguish. A scene of past suffering
and desolation it had been.
“In the center of the lone tepee sat an Indian chief attired in his full
splendor. Kneeling, as in an attitude of prayer, his squaw, her head
resting in his lap and her hands clasped before her, was found. They had
either frozen or starved to death.
“While deploring this tragedy, they heard a faint cry and found a tiny
cradle with a girl babe inside, just on the borderland. They fought for
many hours to keep the spark kindled, and after hope was almost gone--it
came back--to live.
“With due ceremony the babe’s royal father and mother were started on
the way to the Happy Hunting Grounds and the braves set out again with
the tiny princess, bearing it tenderly home.
“The whole tribe came out to welcome this little daughter of an unknown
chief and she was given to Black Waters, tribal chief and very powerful.
“A feast, very joyful, was held that night and the girl babe was named
in honor of her finding--alone with Death.
“Lone Star, they called the babe, and she, gentlemen, was my
great-grandmother!”