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Legend of "Arch Rock."
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FTER the Gitche Manitou had called into existence the beautiful island of Mackinac and given it into the care
of the kindred spirits of earth, air and water, and had told them it was only to be the abode of peace and
quiet, it was so pleasant in his own eyes that he thought, "Here will I also come to dwell, this shall be my
abode and my children may come and worship me here. Here in the depths of the beautiful forest they shall corne.
Then calling his messengers, he bade them to fly to all lands of heat and noise and troublous insects, and tell
the suffering ones of every race and clime that in these northern waters was a place prepared where they could come
and rest, leaving all care behind,
In the Straits of Mackinac,
In the clear pellucid wave,
Sitting like an emerald gem,
Is the rock girt Fairy Isle.
Round its bold and craggy shore,
Sweep the billows far and wide,
With a gentle sinuous swell,
And the moan of distant seas.
Blue its waters, blue the sky,
Soft the west wind from afar,
Moving o'er the scented grass,
And the many myriad flowers.
The cool invigorating breezes shall bring health and elasticity to the weak and weary. Here disease shall not
dare invade the pleasant glens or beautiful hilltops. Here let them come and receive my blessing.
Ye shall also tell the stranger friends, who may come to seek me, that my royal landing is on the eastern shore;
there shall they draw up the canoes upon the pebbly beach under the shadow of the ARCHED GATEWAY. Under the
ARCH which they can see from afar, let them come with songs of rejoicing-neither night or day shall it be closed to
any one who may seek me. Let them land before it and pass through it and ascend to my dwelling and worship.
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before me.
When the great spirit made known his wish to dwell with men, all nature seemed to rejoice and to make pre-
parations for his abode.
The tallest trees claimed the privilege of being the poles of his wigwam, and sweet balsam firs laid themselves at
his feet for use.
The birch trees unsheathed themselves and sent their bark in all its soft creamy whiteness to form the outside.
covering.
The trees of the forest all vied with each other in seeking a place in the future home of the Gitche Manitou.
Scarcely had the poles fitted themselves into their places, and the birch bark unrolled itself and arranged its
clinging sheets in orderly rows upon the outside, when the noise of distant paddles was heard from the lake-swiftly
and gaily they drew near, guided by the spirits of the earth, air and water. Never had such a sight been witnessed
on this earth.
The Gitche Manitou, went to meet them, and stood upon the ARCH and upheld his hands in blessing.
As his children unloaded their offerings of beaver, white-bear and other skins, they marched in procession up to
the gateway and fell upon their knees and offered their thanks to the great spirit for the happy privilege of contribut-
ing to the comforts of his earthly home.
Yes, my children dear, my loved ones,
I am here in joy and gladness.
Here to live in peace among you.
I have come to teach you wisdom
In the arts of love and living.
I accept your native offerings,
These white bear, and fox skins silvery,
Shall a couch of warmth and comfort
Make for me when around my fire,
They did as he commanded, and when they were about to return he thus addressed them :
"Now, my children, as you leave me,
Forth to go upon your journeyings,
Tell to all who know and love me,
That whenever a chieftain
Wooes and weds a dark-eyed maiden,
He shall bring her here before me,
Gay with garlands, sweet with roses.
With the sound of music fleeting
Far and near from every islet
That lies sleeping in these waters,
In these glittering, dark green waters.
Sweetst strains of music blending
Shall salute them, as the billows
Of the mighty lake of wonders
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I am resting from my labors.
Of the beaver skins and otters
They shall line the wigwam smoothly,
So Ka-bi-bo-nok-ka, the north wind,
Ne'er shall peep or whistle thro' them.
Enter in my gateway proudly,
And ascend my staircase slowly,
And see the home of the great spirit,
Where he dwells among his children."
Bears them onward to the portals,
Where my blessing will await them,
And as long as they thus serve me
I will dwell upon this island,
Henceforth blessing youth and maiden.
Joined in closest bonds of wedlock.
But, if in the coming seasons,
Some foul spirit roams among you,
And destroys my loving children,
This fair home that I have built
Shall become a rocky fastness,
Where they all may fly for shelter
And be safe in my protection."
Many, many years have passed. The wigwam of the Great Spirit has been transmuted into stone, and is now known
as the PYRAMID. The ARCHED GATEWAY can still be seen as in ancient times, with its portals guarded by tall green
sentinels.
Legend of "Lover's Leap."
ANY years ago, there lived a warrior on this island whose name was Wawanosh.
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of his tribe, who had preserved the line of chieftainship unbroken from a remote time, and he consequently cherished
a pride of ancestry. To the reputation of birth he added the advantages of a tall and commanding person, and the
dazzling qualities of personal strength, courage and activity. His bow was noted for its size, and the feats he had performed
with it. His counsel was sought as much as his strength was feared, so that he came to be equally regarded as a hunter, a
warrior and a counsellor.
Such was Wawanosh, to whom the united voice of the nation awarded the first place in their esteem. and the highest
authority in council. But distinction, it seems, is apt to engender hautiness in the hunter state as well as civilized life.
Pride was his ruling passion, and he clung with tenacity to the distinctions which he regarded as an inheritance.
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Wawanosh had an only daughter, who had now lived to witness the budding of the leaves of the eighteenth spring.
father was not more celebrated for his deeds of strength than she for her gentle virtues, her slender form, her full, beaming
hazel eyes, and her dark and flowing hair.
Her hand was sought by a young man of humble parentage, who had no other merits to recommend him but such as might
arise from a tall and commanding person, a manly step, and an eye beaming with the tropical fires of youth and love. These
were sufficient to attract the favorable notice of the daughter, but were by no means satisfactory to the father, who sought an
alliance more suitable to the rank and the high pretentions of the family.
Listen to me, young man," he replied to the trembling hunter, who had sought the interview, "And be attentive to my
words. You ask me to bestow upon you my daughter, the chief solace of my age, and my choicest gift from the Master of Life.
Others have asked of me this boon, who were as young, as active and as ardent as yourself. Some of these persons have had
better claims to become my son-in-law. Have you reflected upon the deeds which have raised me in authority, and made my name
known to the enemies of my nation? Where is there a chief who is not proud to be considered the friend of Wawanosh? Where, in all
the land, is there a hunter who has excelled Wawanosh? Where is the warrior who can boast the taking of an equal number of
scalps? Besides, have you not heard that my fathers came from the East, bearing the mark of chieftaincy?"
"And what, young man, have you to boast? Have you ever met your enemies in the field of battle? Have you ever brought
home a trophy of victory? Have you ever proved your fortitude by suffering protracted pain, enduring continued hunger, or
sustaining great fatigue? Is your name known beyond the humble limits of your native village? Go, then, young man, and earn
a name for yourself. It is none but the brave that can ever hope to claim an alliance with the house of Wawanosh.
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The intimidated lover departed, but he resolved to do a deed that should render him worthy of the daughter of Wawanosh,
or die in the attempt. He called together several of his young companions and equals in years, and imparted to them his design
of conducting an expedition against the enemy, and requested their assistance. Several embraced the proposal immediately;
and, before ten suns set, he saw himself at the head of a formidable party of young warriors, all eager, like himself, to distinguish
themselves in battle. Each warrior was armed, according to the custom of the period, with a bow and a quiver of arrows, tipped
with flint or jasper. He carried a sack or wallet, provided with a small quantity of parched and pounded corn, mixed with
pemmican or maple-sugar. He was furnished with a Puggamaugun, or war-club of hard wood, fastened to a girdle of deerskin,
and a stone or copper knife. In addition to this, some carried the ancient Shemagun, or lance, a smooth pole about a fathom
in length, with a javelin of flint firmly tied on with deer's sinews. Thus equipped, and each warrior painted in a manner to
suit his fancy, and ornamented with appropriate feathers, they repaired to the spot appointed for the war-dance.
A level, grassy plain extended for nearly a mile from the lodge of Wawanosh along the lake shore. Lodges of bark were
promiscuously interspersed over this green, and here and there a solitary tall pine. A belt of yellow sand skirted the lake shore
in front, and a tall, thick forest formed the background. In the center of this plain stood a high, shattered pine, with a clear
space about, renowned as the scene of the war-dance time out of mind. Here the youths assembled, with their tall and graceful
leader, distinguished by the feathers of the bald-eagle, which he wore on his head. A bright fire of pine wood blazed upon the
green. He led his men several times around this fire, with a measured and solemn chant. Then suddenly halting, the war-
hoop was raised, and the dance immediately began. An old man, sitting at the head of the ring, beat time upon the drum,
while several of the elder warriors shook their rattles, and "Ever and anon" made the woods re-echo with their yells.
Thus they continued the dance for two successive days and nights.
At length the prophet uttered his final prediction of success; and the warriors dropping off, one by one, from the fire, took
their way to the place appointed for the rendezvous, on the confines of the enemy's country. Their leader was not among the
last to depart, but he did not leave the village without seeking an interview with the daughter of Wawanosh. He disclosed to
her his firm determination never to return, unless he could establish his name as a warrior. He told of the pangs he had
felt at the bitter reproaches of her father, and declared that his soul spurned the imputation of effeminacy and cowardice implied
by his language. He averred that he could never be happy until he had proved to the whole tribe the strength of his heart.
He said that his dreams had not been propitious, but he should not cease to invoke the power of the Great Spirit. He repeated
his protestations of inviolable attachment, which she returned, and, pledging vows of mutual fidelity, they parted.
That parting proved final. All she ever heard from her lover after this interview was brought by one of his successful
warriors, who said that he had distinguished himself by the most heroic bravery, but, at the close of the fight, he had received
an arrow in his breast.
The enemy fled, leaving many of their warriors dead on the field. On examining the wound, it was
perceived to be beyond their power to cure. They carried him toward home a day's journey, but he languished and expired in
the arms of his friends. From the moment the report was received, no smile was ever seen in the once happy lodge of Wawanosh.
His daughter pined away by day and by night. Tears, sighs and lamentation were heard continually. Nothing could restore
her lost serenity of mind. Persuasives and reproofs were alternately employed, but employed in vain. She would seek a
sequestered spot where she would sit and sing her mournful laments for hours together.
It was not long before a small bird of beautiful plumage flew upon the rock on which she usually sat. This mysterious
visitor, which, from its sweet and artless notes is called Chileeli, seemed to respond in sympathy to her plaintive voice. It was a
strange bird, such as had not before been observed. It came every day and remained chanting its notes till nightfall; and when it
left its perch, it seemed, from the delicate play of the colors of its plumage, as if it had taken its hues from the rainbow. Her
fond imagination soon led her to suppose it was the spirit of her lover, and her visits to the lonely rock were repeated more fre-
quently. She passed much of her time in fasting and singing her plaintive songs. There she pined away, taking little nourish-
ment, and constantly desiring to pass away to that land of expected bliss and freedom from care, where it is believed that the
spirits of men will be again re-united, and tread over fields of flowery enjoyment. One evening, her lifeless body was found at
the foot of the rock, but when death came to her, it was not as the bearer of gloom and regrets, but as the herald of happiness.
Legend of "Robertson's Folly."
APTAIN ROBERTSON was a gay young English officer and a great admirer of the ladies.
One pleasant
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summer evening, as he was strolling in the woods at the back of the fort enjoying his pipe, he suddenly beheld,
a few rods before him and just crossing his path, a female of most exquisite form, feature and complexion;
she seemed about nineteen; was simply dressed; wore her long black hair in flowing tresses; and as for a moment she
turned on him her lustrous black eyes, her whole countenance lighting up with animation, the gallant captain thought
he had never before seen so beautiful a creature. He politely doffed his cap and quickened his steps, hoping to
engage her in conversation.
She likewise hastened, evidently with the design of escaping him. Presently she dis-
appeared around a curve in the road, and Robertson lost sight of her.
At the officers' quarters that night nothing was talked of but the young lady and her possible identity. She
was clearly not a native, and no vessel had been known to touch at the island for many a week. Who could she be?
Captain Robertson could hardly sleep that night. A rigid inquiry was instituted in the village. The only effect was
to engender as intense curiosity in the town as already existed among the garrison.
As the shades of evening drew near, the captain was again walking in the pleasant grove enjoying the delightful
lake breezes and the whiff of his favorite pipe. He was thinking of last evening's apparition, and blaming himself
for not pressing on more vigorously, or at least calling to the fair spectre. At this moment, raising his eyes from the
ground, there she was again, slowly preceding him at a distance of scarcely more than thirty yards. As soon as his
astonishment would permit, and as speedily as he could frame an excuse, he called to her: "Madamoiselle, I—
I beg your pardon."
She turned on him one glance, her face radiant with smiles, then redoubled her pace. The captain redoubled
his, and soon broke into a run. Still she kept the interval between them undiminished. A bend of the road, and
again she was gone. The captain sought her quickly but in vain; he then rushed back to the fort and called out a
general posse of officers and men to scour the island, and, by capturing the maiden to solve the mystery. Though
the search was kept up till a late hour in the night, not a trace could be found of her. The captain now began to
be laughed at, and jokes were freely bandied at his expense.
Two days passed away, and the fantasy of Captain Robertson began to be forgotten by his brother officers, but
the captain himself maintained a gloomy, thoughtful mood—the truth is he was in love with the woman he had only
twice seen, and who he felt assured was somewhere secreted on the island. Plans for her discovery revolved in his
brain day and night, and visions of romance and happiness were ever flitting before his eyes. It was on the evening
of the second day that he was irresistibly led to walk again in the shady path in which the apparition had twice
appeared to him. It led to the brow of the precipice at the southeastern corner of the island. He had nearly reached
the famous point from which we now look down perpendicularly 128 feet into the placid waters of Lake Huron, when,
sitting on a large stone, apparently enjoying the magnificent scene spread out before her, he discovered the object of
his solictude. Escape from him was now impossible, silently he stole up to her. A crunching of the gravel under
his feet, however, disturbed her, and turning, her eyes met his.
"Pretty maiden, why thus attempt to elude me? Who are you?" There was no answer, but the lady arose from
the rock and retreated nearer the brink of the precipice, at the same time glancing to the right and left, as if seeking
a loophole of escape.
"Do not fear me," said the captain,
said the captain, "I am commander of the garrison at the fort here. No harm shall come
to you, but do pray tell me who you are, and how you came on this island!"
The lady still maintained a stolid silence, but in the fading light looked more beautiful than ever. She was now
standing within three feet of the brink with her back to the terrible abyss. The captain shuddered at the thought of
her making an unguarded step and being dashed to pieces on the rocks below. So he tried to calm her fears lest, in
her agitation, she might precipitate a terrible catastrophe.
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My dear young lady," he began, "I see you fear me, and I will leave you; but for heaven's sake do pray tell
me your name and where you reside. Not a hair of your head shall be harmed, but Captain Robertson, your devoted
servant, will go through fire and water to do your commands. Once more, my dear girl, do speak to me, if but a
word before we part.
As the captain warmed up in his address, he incautiously advanced a step. The girl retreated another step, and
now stood where the slightest loss of balance must prove her death.
Quick as thought the captain sprang forward to seize her and avert so terrible a tragedy, but just as he clutched
her arm, she threw herself backward into the chasm, drawing her tormentor and would-be savior with her, and both
were instantly dashed on the rocks below.
His mangled remains were found at the foot of the precipice, but singular as it may seem, not a vestige could be
found of the woman for whose life his own had been sacrificed. His body alone could be discovered and it was
taken up and buried in a shady nook near the middle of the island. He was long mourned by his men and brother
officers, for he was much beloved for his high social qualities and genial deportment; but by and by it began to be
whispered that the captain had indulged too freely in the fine old French brandy that the fur traders brought up from
Montreal, and that the lady he professed to see was a mere ignis fatuus of his own excited imagination. But the
mantle of charity has been thrown over the tragedy, and a commonplace explanation given for the name the rocky
point has acquired, of "ROBERTSON'S FOLLY."
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