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MT. UT-SAY-AN-THA'S LEGEND
A strange legend hovers over the
place. The grand old mountain and
the silvery lake bring to memory the
sad tale of the death of an Indian
maid. It was here, on bright moon-
light night while the country was one
vast wilderness, and the sturdy pio-.
neer was struggling for existence that
the terrible tragedy was enacted. The
Indian maid was wooed and won by
a white man. A babe was born to the
strange couple. The chieftain of the
tribe and the father of the maid, in
mad fury, buried his tomahawk deep
in the white man's brain; then, with
babe in arms, he rowed to the center
of the lake and plunged the child
into a watery grave. The dusky maid-
with trembling steps, followed
in the footsteps of her son's destroyer.
When at last the deed was accom-
plished, and all was still, she swung
her birch canoe from the shore and
rowed to the spot. Then, with hands
uplifted in mad despair, she plunged
beneath the rippling waves, the water.
covered her and she was seen no more
alive. The chieftain in sad distress,
took his child from the lake, bore
her
PRINCESS
UTSAY-AN-THAS
-GRAVE-
as it vas 300ago
en,
UT-SAY-AN-THA'S GRAVE ON THE SIDE OF MT. UT-SAY-AN-THA
STAMFORD, N. Y.
the top
of the mountain,
to
where, beneath a lonely mound she
reposes to this day.
Elevation 3,365 Feet
OA4733-N
