TOKENS OF THE MORNING

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 191, 2 November 1927, Page 6

TOKENS OF THE MORNING

IT W Dr.n- Hunter, the tidings yon bring are no news ■_ 1' m • :ng T -1 • a road, seeking the r%traii for osus of the aeweomen.” "And what did yon find, O Chief .’” “Many th . • Hunter, t found tie footprints of the imes. and surely it seemed that time and destiny could • ' -iliterate these signals from the trail. Where youth has si roped, romance must ever emanate from the responsive - I rounded the f urn where the trail plunges deep . .to rh.e forest, omething fluttered through the branches like a flake of summer mow and came to rest at my feet. I stooped and picked up—a little white petal, blown from some forest bloom, and. as t lay in the palm of my hand, with my sixth [ leciphor»d :'s message. ‘Lo.’ it said, ‘a new Brave, Little White Petal, has now set foot on the trail.” ‘'And you were right., O Chief.’” “Does the sixth sense ever lie, Brave Hunter ? Pier name is ■ on the Totem Pole. . . . Presently I emerged into an open vhere the spiders had already spun their glistening snares Iw-i , e . eaf and leaf and grass blade and grass blade. The first rays of 'he >un a -re entangled in the fragile nets and each thread .rhxt.-ned like fine spun gold. Suddenly, someone touched my e bow an l a fair maid gazed up at me. ‘I have guessed your name,’ F said. ‘Von are my new Brave. Spun Gold.’ ” "And it was even so. Redfeather?” “ft. was even so, Brave Hunter. . . . Further on, F discovered f~ .. *Do e, :be peace lover, deftly cutting a pair of moccasins from .1 piece of doe-skin. She looked up as I approached. ‘Greetfn gs. Redfeather.’ she .said. ‘A little Brave of my own tribe has been many moons seeking the Wigwam. She is almost in our ■ Ist iml f would have her prettily shod. ‘Then dye the doe-skin nil the .juice of the crimson berry, for Red Moccasin shall be her name.’ ” “And what saw you then, O Redfeather?” “A cloud sailing the heavens, Brave Hunter, and on its hos.i.ii lay the Thunder God. asleep with his head in the crook of h 'See silver Dove,’ F said, ‘this means but one thing. A ( ••' sleeping Thunder, is following the trail. Almost, immedi- ■ -reppod into our range of vision. ... Down 1. iime many voices as the Children of Redfeather pressed f . tder the Totem Pole. ... In their midst walked a. . wit figure . They- had brought the Sioux back from In- lonely trails. The Chiefs were carrying his arrows and across his shoulder was slung a wonderful notched bow.” "Why was if. notched. Redfeather?” ''The Sioux is already telling the Children, Brave Hunter. If a ten to l, is side that you. too, may learn.” REDFEATHER