’When you were talking of Maiden’s Rock, you spoke of the long-departed Winona, darling of Indian song and story.  Is she the maiden of the rock?—­and are the two connected by legend?’

’Yes, and a very tragic and painful one.  Perhaps the most celebrated, as well as the most pathetic, of all the legends of the Mississippi.’

We asked him to tell it.  He dropped out of his conversational vein and back into his lecture-gait without an effort, and rolled on as follows—­

’A little distance above Lake City is a famous point known as Maiden’s Rock, which is not only a picturesque spot, but is full of romantic interest from the event which gave it its name, Not many years ago this locality was a favorite resort for the Sioux Indians on account of the fine fishing and hunting to be had there, and large numbers of them were always to be found in this locality.  Among the families which used to resort here, was one belonging to the tribe of Wabasha.  We-no-na (first-born) was the name of a maiden who had plighted her troth to a lover belonging to the same band.  But her stern parents had promised her hand to another, a famous warrior, and insisted on her wedding him.  The day was fixed by her parents, to her great grief.  She appeared to accede to the proposal and accompany them to the rock, for the purpose of gathering flowers for the feast.  On reaching the rock, We-no-na ran to its summit and standing on its edge upbraided her parents who were below, for their cruelty, and then singing a death-dirge, threw herself from the precipice and dashed them in pieces on the rock below.’

‘Dashed who in pieces—­her parents?’

‘Yes.’

’Well, it certainly was a tragic business, as you say.  And moreover, there is a startling kind of dramatic surprise about it which I was not looking for.  It is a distinct improvement upon the threadbare form of Indian legend.  There are fifty Lover’s Leaps along the Mississippi from whose summit disappointed Indian girls have jumped, but this is the only jump in the lot hat turned out in the right and satisfactory way.  What became of Winona?’

’She was a good deal jarred up and jolted:  but she got herself together and disappeared before the coroner reached the fatal spot; and ’tis said she sought and married her true love, and wandered with him to some distant clime, where she lived happy ever after, her gentle spirit mellowed and chastened by the romantic incident which had so early deprived her of the sweet guidance of a mother’s love and a father’s protecting arm, and thrown her, all unfriended, upon the cold charity of a censorious world.’

I was glad to hear the lecturer’s description of the scenery, for it assisted my appreciation of what I saw of it, and enabled me to imagine such of it as we lost by the intrusion of night.