An Old Indian Chief Had A Vision
Legend tells us that in the late 1700’s a dying Creek Indian chief was being carried by his braves to his old home in Florida. The group stopped to camp in the clearing by a spring. It was autumn and a full harvest moon cast shadows on the tall virgin pines and clear water. During the night the old chief rose to his feet and told a vision. Pointing to the moon he said, “My children, my time has come. I go to the way of my fathers, but I have just had a strange vision. I seem to see many palefaces rushing to and fro where we camp tonight. The wolf and the wildcat have vanished and the red man is no more.
My children, my mind is troubled. What can this mean?”