Show indian summer there Is a legend the Algon quins tell of power and splendor of the great white one the god of light he Is and of the sun and in their strange lore hath no paral lei lel he in the summer from his citadel comes to the gates of 0 his dominion and throws them open when the day a bagun and shuts them in the evening but a spell saps his puissance when the autumn haze spreads its dim s miner ng stiver silver on the th rills then to the mountaintops mountain tops I 1 e slowly wends and idly brows ng on the dreamy hills puns puffs his pipe and as the smoke de scenes behold our mellow indian summer da das a 1105 d mifflin |