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Show couch and, dreamed all night of a fair golden "haired little girl whom I had left iii.sido the limits of civilization with her mother, and whose imaginative little prattle mado me smile in my sleep, as I dreamed of home, of loved ones, and of friends. The Indians have a peculiar and very interesting custom of burying bury-ing with their children all their little trinkets and plaything, believing believ-ing that they will want them in the happy hunting ground beyond the river of death. They also have a custom cus-tom of so preserving the bodies of their children after death, that they will appear ap-pear natural for some time, and when this naturalness has disappeared, and the skin becomes drawn down tightly over the features, then a night is set I apart for a "death wail," and the next ! day the little one passes out of their sight, and with all its tiny possessions, wrapped up together, sometimes the body to bo elevated in the air on poles, as protection against wild beasts, and sometimes to bo buried in the earth beyond human vision forever! The morning after the occurrence to which I have alluded, two lone women moved out from their humblo wigwam, carrying carry-ing the bones of the dead child, and chahting a low, mournful sound, slowly wound up the hill to the plateu, and, in plain sight of the whole cam), deposited in the eround the body of their little darling, IMWiTeffllL Pathetic Talo of a Dusky Mother at he Grave of Her little Copper lined Darling. ABOEIGINAL LULLABY. ma of America's original Inhabitants Regarding the Dead The Happy Hunting Ground. ?r Great Diviile. "'as a dark, stormy night in June, when I heard a 'most unearthly i resembling somewhat the howl-1 howl-1 a dog, though more shrill and I uoleful; and leaving my office, I' was then on the frontier, I l over the deserted camp of our s Just loft for a campaign against ivagus and proceeding alone in trkness. followed the sound to-a to-a friendly Indian lodge near by, l! were the women anil children of outs of the little army which was "nits way to chastise the Indians h'ir numerous misdeeds, commit- and then affectionately bending over the little mound, and leaving food for the nourishment of the child on its journey, jour-ney, they kissed the soil and wended their way back again to their lonely lodge, to no longer hear the patter of the little feet, or the miisie of the little voice, or the clasp of the little hand, or the touch of the little lip, but to feel an uimiuttcred, incomprehensible incomprehen-sible void in the aching heart, as much so to the Indian woman as to that of the white. I have mingled a great deal with the world since dark stormy night, hot above the storm, borne on the wings of mercy comes back that terrible, hideous, unearthly scream known as tho "Death Wail."" tiie year before. Again came "wrible, thrilling son nil, electrify-IV electrify-IV system and raising tho hair on hut I kept on in the direction wheure it emanated, until I ran lst the bayonet of one nr guards and heard the 1 challenge, "Who goes there?" 1 he excitement of the moment I for-liero for-liero I was,, hut soon regaining witness mado myself known to '"Mill soldier, passed tho lines, K'tielratod the almost impenetra-'kaoss, impenetra-'kaoss, entering a dingy topee, " confronted two squaws, one of 1 'K'l.'l in her arms a bundle and Hving to and fro over the slowly "rubers of a few sticks of half ""til wood, and ever and anon j1? P one of the most mournful oyer heard from a. human '; ft swept out into the ? storm like tho incoming of " Wave IVom the ocean, which, 11 has reached a given point, J ana then subsides into the cle-iroin cle-iroin which it eame. Starting in p'ghng sound, this "death wail" '"'a gradually higher and higher, ,r 5t culminated in a shrill ,'" a female voice, and then, be-1C be-1C sound had entirely ceased, it eu l'P again by the "other squaw; sf'- uuiiug that long and stormy n eame. and broke, and went 'nA ?, the ragiug, tossing.sough-Ul!. tossing.sough-Ul!. tlie moanings of that Indian ' and her friend, over the little ? l'ie little child, e leased iu its wukcts that lay in its parent's Above the raging elements I vh-T tlle following sorrowful "b li is a literal translation from language: n. s-IIlg UMle oue UllIaby. W not left alone to v,mp i , nreii 'or you-he is nigh : vhC my uttIe one, sweetly sleep. swiiig, uttie one, lullaby; 1 i patches you-she is nigh. y, peutlj-, wee one swing ; "!?" gently, while I sing-f; sing-f; "e-wa-wa-inuaby, r'We-wa-wa-lullaby." frpw would see it pass away , ' forever! Her grief w as sini-m,,r sini-m,,r P' ""affected. Neither of ' "rners had noticed my intru-i intru-i oV0' , "0H'ing that I could do ir h j 1 wntont into the dark- way to and passed "1U. sought my office and my |