"
"Oh!" exclaimed the girls shudderingly.
"The body of the chief dashed from rock to rock, finally dropping into
the lake which you saw as we came up. Then a strange thing occurred.
The white settlers finally conquered the Indians; then they brought in
their stock and began to graze them. But after that every animal that
drank from the lake died. It came to be known as the 'Lake of the
Poisoned Waters.' The Indians declared this to be the revenge of the
Great Spirit."
"How strange!" pondered Harriet.
"A number of scientific men, passing through this section years
afterward, unraveled the mystery. They say that the lime formation of
the rocks, through which the water seeps into the lake, has poisoned
the water. But you cannot make an Indian believe that."
"Ith thith a fairy thtory, or a really-truly thtory?" demanded Tommy.
"It is only a legend, Tommy," was Miss Elting's smiling reply.
"It has been a most interesting story," nodded Harriet. "I love Indian
folklore."
"Girls, it is time for you to turn in," reminded Miss Elting.
"I don't like such stories before going to bed," objected Margery.
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