Geschichten der indischen Fürsten. rquettewith Freude, und hörte gerne auf seine Lehren. Aber der Priester war schnell da, und er wusste, dass 70 Geschichten der indischen Fürsten. Dies war seine letzte Krankheit und er wünschte tosee Mackinac noch einmal, bevor er starb. Sie begannen, auf ihrer Rückreise andeverything wurde getan, um den Kranken priestcomfortable zu machen. Sie haben ein Bett in der canoeand lag er Tag für Tag mit Blick über das Wasser und die Ufer, wie Sie glidedalong. Er war sehr glücklich und oft gesprochen tohis Gefährten der himmlischen Heimat whichhe los war. Eines Abends, nachdem Sie l hatte

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Stories of Indian chieftains . rquettewith joy, and listened gladly to his teachings.But the priest was failing fast, and he knew 70 Stories of Indian Chieftains. that this was his last sickness and he wished tosee Mackinac once more before he died. They started on their return journey andeverything was done to make the sick priestcomfortable. They made a bed in the canoeand there he lay day after day looking out overthe water and watching the shore as they glidedalong. He was very happy and often- talked tohis companions of the heavenly home to whichhe was going. One evening, after they had landed, he calledhis companions to him and thanked them for allthey had done for him and sient messages to hisfriends. Then he bade his companions good-nightand told them to, lie down; if he needed themhe would call. When they awoke the next morning he wasdead. They buried him at this place, but laterthe Indians came from Mackinac _ and took hisbody back to St. Ignace to its final resting place. La Salle, the Great Explorer. 71. LA SALLE, THE GREAT EXPLORER. ON THE banks of the St. Lawrence river, near the edge of a forest, there stood, manyyears ago, a group of Indian tepees or wig-wams. In one of these Hved Ah-pe-tah a strongyoung brave, Ta-na-gool his wife, with little pa-poose, the baby. Ah-pe-tah was a great hunter, and he broughthome from the forest more furs than Ta-na-goolcould care for. She was a good squaw and 72 Stories of Indian Ctiiefiains. could set up the tepee quicker than any othersquaw in the village. Sometimes, when her work was done, shewould take little papoose down to the river andsit there listening to the lapping of the water, and to the softly whispering pine trees over herhead. Then she would sing to the baby this littlesong: Sleep my warrior, Sleep my chieftain, Sleep my little Indian brave—Lulled by murmringsOf the forest, And the streamlets lapping wave.While thy fathers flashing arrows Chase the deer in forest deep, Rest my warrior.Rest my chieftain;

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