CHAPTER VII. OSSEOJ THE SON OF THE EVENING STAR
THERE once lived an Indian in the north who had ten daughters, all of whom grew up to womanhood. They were noted for their beauty, especially Oweenee, the youngest, who was very independent in her way of thinking. She was a great admirer of romantic places and spent much of her time with the flowers and winds and clouds in the open air. It mattered not to her that the flower was homely, if it was fragrant—that the winds were rough, if they were healthful—and that the clouds were dark, if they embosomed the fruitful rain; she knew how, in spite of appearances, to acknowledge the good qualities concealed from the eye.
Her elder sisters were all sought in marriage, and one after another went off to dwell in the lodges of their husbands. But Ow
