The Faithful Lovers
The story will be a special story for each of you know the real meaning of love.
There once lived a chief’s daughter who had many relations. All the young men in the village wanted to have her for wife, and were all eager to fill her skin bucket when she went to the brook for water.
There was a young man in the village who was industrious and a good hunter, but he was poor and of a mean family. He loved the maiden. He wished he had married her so when she went for water, he threw his robe over her head while he whispered in her ear.
For a long time the maiden acted as if she hadn’t heard anything, but one day she whispered back that she would have been willing to marry him if he had taken a scalp.
So he made a war party of seven, himself and six other young men. Before they started they sat down to smoke and rest beside a beautiful lake at the foot of a green knoll that rose from its shore. The knoll was covered with green grass and somehow as they looked at it they had a feeling that there was something about it that was mysterious or uncanny. One of the lover’s friend was venture so and full of fun. Four of the young men followed . Having reached the top of the knoll all five began to jump nd stamp about in sport. Suddenly they stop— the knoll had begun to move toward the water. It was a gigantic turtle. The five men cried out in alarm and tried to run— too late ! They cried, but the others could do nothing. In a few moments the waves had closed over them.
The other two mwn, the lover and his frien, went on, but with heavy hearts. After some days, they came to a river. Worn with fatigue the lover threw himself down on the bank.
But his friend told him that he found a fish which he cleaned and asked him to eat together. The lover said that if he ate the fish his friend had to promise to fetch him all the water that he could drink. When they had eaten, the kettle wa rinsed out and the lover’s friend brought it back full of water. This the lover drank at a draught. Again his friend filled the kettle at the river and again the lover drank it dry. He walked to the river, sprang in, and lying down in the water with his head toward land, drank greedily. By and by he called to his friend. The friend came and was amazed to see that the lover was now a fish from his feet to his middle. Sick at heart he ran off a little way and threw himself upon the ground in grief. By and by he returned. The lover was now a fish to his neck.
The friend went home and told the story. There was great mourning over the death of the five young men, and for the lost lover. In the river the great fish remained, its fin just above the surface. Canoes had to be portaged at great labor around the obstruction.
The chief’s daughter mourned for her lover as for a husband, nor would she be comforted . In her mother’s tepees she sat, with her head covered with her robe, silent, working, and working. Whenever her mother asked the maiden didn’t not reply.
The days lengthened into moons until a year had passed. And then maiden arose. In her hands were beautiful articles of clothing, enough for there men. There were three pairs of moccasins, three pairs of leggings, three belts, three shirts, there head dresses with beautiful feathers, and sweet smelling tobaco. One day she had a new canoe made. The next morning into the canoe she stepped and floated slowly down the river toward the great fish. Her mother didn’t lwt her go but she answered nothing. Her canoe came to the place where the great fin arose and stoppe, its prow grating on the monster’s back. The maiden stepped out boldly. One by one she laid her presents on the fish’s back, scattering the feathers and tobaco ovwr his broad spine.
“Oh fish”, she cried, “Oh fish, you who were my lover, I shall not forget you. Because you were lost for love of mke, I shall never marry. All my life I shall remain a widow. Take these presents. And now leave the river, and let the waters run free, so my people may once more descend in their canoes. “She stepped into her canoe and waited. Slowly the great fish sank, his broad fin disappeared, and the waters of the st. Croix (stillwater) were free.
There once lived a chief’s daughter who had many relations. All the young men in the village wanted to have her for wife, and were all eager to fill her skin bucket when she went to the brook for water.
There was a young man in the village who was industrious and a good hunter, but he was poor and of a mean family. He loved the maiden. He wished he had married her so when she went for water, he threw his robe over her head while he whispered in her ear.
For a long time the maiden acted as if she hadn’t heard anything, but one day she whispered back that she would have been willing to marry him if he had taken a scalp.
So he made a war party of seven, himself and six other young men. Before they started they sat down to smoke and rest beside a beautiful lake at the foot of a green knoll that rose from its shore. The knoll was covered with green grass and somehow as they looked at it they had a feeling that there was something about it that was mysterious or uncanny. One of the lover’s friend was venture so and full of fun. Four of the young men followed . Having reached the top of the knoll all five began to jump nd stamp about in sport. Suddenly they stop— the knoll had begun to move toward the water. It was a gigantic turtle. The five men cried out in alarm and tried to run— too late ! They cried, but the others could do nothing. In a few moments the waves had closed over them.
The other two mwn, the lover and his frien, went on, but with heavy hearts. After some days, they came to a river. Worn with fatigue the lover threw himself down on the bank.
But his friend told him that he found a fish which he cleaned and asked him to eat together. The lover said that if he ate the fish his friend had to promise to fetch him all the water that he could drink. When they had eaten, the kettle wa rinsed out and the lover’s friend brought it back full of water. This the lover drank at a draught. Again his friend filled the kettle at the river and again the lover drank it dry. He walked to the river, sprang in, and lying down in the water with his head toward land, drank greedily. By and by he called to his friend. The friend came and was amazed to see that the lover was now a fish from his feet to his middle. Sick at heart he ran off a little way and threw himself upon the ground in grief. By and by he returned. The lover was now a fish to his neck.
The friend went home and told the story. There was great mourning over the death of the five young men, and for the lost lover. In the river the great fish remained, its fin just above the surface. Canoes had to be portaged at great labor around the obstruction.
The chief’s daughter mourned for her lover as for a husband, nor would she be comforted . In her mother’s tepees she sat, with her head covered with her robe, silent, working, and working. Whenever her mother asked the maiden didn’t not reply.
The days lengthened into moons until a year had passed. And then maiden arose. In her hands were beautiful articles of clothing, enough for there men. There were three pairs of moccasins, three pairs of leggings, three belts, three shirts, there head dresses with beautiful feathers, and sweet smelling tobaco. One day she had a new canoe made. The next morning into the canoe she stepped and floated slowly down the river toward the great fish. Her mother didn’t lwt her go but she answered nothing. Her canoe came to the place where the great fin arose and stoppe, its prow grating on the monster’s back. The maiden stepped out boldly. One by one she laid her presents on the fish’s back, scattering the feathers and tobaco ovwr his broad spine.
“Oh fish”, she cried, “Oh fish, you who were my lover, I shall not forget you. Because you were lost for love of mke, I shall never marry. All my life I shall remain a widow. Take these presents. And now leave the river, and let the waters run free, so my people may once more descend in their canoes. “She stepped into her canoe and waited. Slowly the great fish sank, his broad fin disappeared, and the waters of the st. Croix (stillwater) were free.
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