inau was the darling of his heart. The maiden
had attained the age of eighteen, and was the admiration of the youth
for many days' journey round. Her cheeks were the color of the
wild honey-suckle, her lips like strawberries, and the juice of the
milk-weed was not whiter than her teeth. Her form was lith as the
willow, her eyes sparkled like the morning star, her step was that of
a bounding fawn, and her fingers were skilful in weaving the quills of
the porcupine. What wonder if hearts both young and old beat quicker
at her approach?

Many, it may well be supposed, were the offers of marriage made to the
beautiful Leelinau. Innumerable were the legs of venison, and
choice pieces of bear's meat, which the mothers of the young hunters
presented for acceptance at her lodge, being careful to mention whose
skill in the chase procured them, but in vain did they look for the
bowl of succatash or embroidered moccasins--the products of woman's
labor--in token that their gifts were pleasing to the coy beauty.
In vain, when the shades of evening fell, the softly breathed flute
lamented in melancholy tones her cruelty. In vain, with tasteful
hand, the sighing lover painted his face and person to heighten his
attractions and draw attention. The insensible Leelinau relished not
the venison or bear's meat, nor would she listen to the flute, or look
often at the painted suitors.

Among her admirers none was more deeply smitten by the power of her
charms nor cherished a truer love than Magisaunikwa or Wampum-hair,
so called from the gentleness of his disposition and love of peace.
He was only a few years the senior of the maiden, and of an obscure
family compared with that of the famous Aishkwagon-ai-bee. But love
levels all distinctions, and, impelled by an influence he could not
withstand, he dared to aspire to the hand of Leelinau. Besides, there
was one superiority he enjoyed which made the claim less presumptuous.
Young as he was no hunter of the tribe could be compared with him in
skill or daring. Other lodges might be destitute, but there was always
abundance of meat in that of Magisaunikwa and those of his friends.
Happy, thought most of the girls, would she be who should lie in the
bosom of the young hunter, and cook his food.

But notwithstanding his devotion, Leelinau would not accept his gifts.
Still he fancied he had made some impression. She would listen to
his conversation by the light of the evening star, though whene