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Show Autumn's Haze. A very pretty little Indian legend tells the origin of the sweet, mellow haze, which oh sunny dayaf tinges the atmosphere atmos-phere and produceaihat smoky, delightful delight-ful charm that float? over hill and dell and prairie, from our coast to the rugged peaks of tho Rocky Mountains, and perfumes per-fumes the air with its indescribable languor. When Manabozho, the God of the dominant tribes of the Northwest, has gathered in his harvest, har-vest, he seats himself before his wigwam beside the giant lake. He looks upon the inland seas and the solid e.arth that he has fashioned out of a drop of water and a grain of sand, and says : "It is good." Then he fills his corncob bowl with, tobacco, to-bacco, drops a live coal into its mouth and smokes the pipe of peace and prosperity. pros-perity. His perfumed breath rolls over hill and valley and apparels earth and skv in purple beauty. Such is the explanation of our autumnal autum-nal haze by the people who first observed it.. Hartford Post. ' : |