How unjust we sometimes accuse the innocent; how deep the wounds we
thrust that we mourn in after years in sad regret of our cruel words
spoken when God has taken them away and they no longer soothe our dark
afflictions. Rising in wounded pride once more she proclaimed her
innocence, that her soul was free from this preposterous accusation. So
long she had been patient and true, so long she had denied herself the
pleasures and passions of earth, directing her thoughts to lofty ideals
she could proudly verify when the time came for her to go to the Throne
on High, when the Heavenly Father would call her to the Eternal Home.
She said she could not tell her parents and the people her reasons and
account for her actions now; why she would always get up so early in
the morning to get her wood, and why she spent the entire days upon the
rock. But she assured them that they would all know at a future time
why she spent so many hours of solitude, this time would be when God
called her Home, and they would repent for their cruel accusations.
During these years of patient prayer, brother and sister met in loving
companionship of sympathy and exchanging the prayer of their ambitions.
Metch-cher-us-ah-chene, the brother, knew the secret prayers of his
devout sister, and by them his thoughts were directed to higher ideals.
Pledged by solemn vows, he would never make known her secret prayers,
until she herself was ready for him to do so. They prayed together, he
alone at his fishing, she alone on the high rock at her basket weaving,
their prayers united. However, his faith in God was not so strong, and
his prayers were not so earnest as his sister’s, that the future years
left him alone on earth to mourn her loss.
Metch-cher-us-ah-may heeded not the warnings of her people as she
continued to rise in the early morning hours to gather her wood before
the light of day, so that no one would feast their unscrupulous eyes
upon her while she was at work. After this task was done she would go
as usual to the high rock and weave baskets the whole day through until
evening, saying her prayers all the while.
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