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Show INDIAN AND COMET. Tlx Former Acrountt for the Latter t Hit Ea. , tire Satisfaction. During the year the last comet was streaming in the sky I was camping one night in a canon near the foot of Cook's Poak, N. M. In the party wus an old nnd for an Indian fairly intelligent in-telligent Uto named Sam. Sanj had been attached to seme cavalry troop at Fort Csmmings as a scout says the Kansas City Star,' but his day of leaving leav-ing the service being reached, he attached at-tached himself to me for a consideration. considera-tion. Pointing to the comet, I asked Sam what ho could say in its defense from the standpoint of a Ute. Sam was, unlike moit Indians.a good single-handed single-handed talker, and could speak English Eng-lish very well. He was ambitious t perfect himself in the language and readily seized on every chance for "talk." Indeed, I discovered him on one or two occasions all alone and talking talk-ing very vigorously at a mark like a savage Demosthenes sans the pebbles. "Tell about that?" said Sam, pointing point-ing toward the comet "Sam do it heap easy, you bet The sun is the man and he have moon for aquaw. The stars big stars and little stars are all their children. The sun don't like 'em and chases 'em. If he catch ono he eats it This makes the stars heap 'fraid, and when the sun has his sleep over and comes out the stars run and hide. When the sun comes stars go; creep into holes and hide. But the moon is good. She loves her children, the stars, and when the sun sleeps she comes out in the sky and the stars are glad, and they come out of the places they hide In and forgot to be 'fraid and play. But when the sun wakes again they run. He is always after them, and ho catches thorn sometimes. This one," continued Sam, again pointing at the comet, "tho sun catch one time. He got away though, but the sun bit him and hurt him. That's why he bleed so. Now he's heap scared, and so he keeps his face always toward tho place where the sun is sleoplng." |