Ian
Well-known member
The Indian Matchmaker
Once upon a time, in Colorado, the chief of an Indian tribe, I believe it was the Navajos, had a very beautiful daughter. And she was of marrying age. And many, many braves were wanting the daughter's hand in marriage.
Well, being a wise chief, he decided that he wanted his daughter to marry the bravest and strongest and wisest brave of the bunch. So he held a contest. All the eligible bachelors were to go hunting and the brave that brought back the biggest and best catch would be given the chief's daughter in marriage.
A lot of braves turned out for this event.
On Monday morning they all set out, bows and arrows in hand.
Well, on Tuesday afternoon, all the braves had brought their killings in - Except for three: Running Bear, Sitting Bull, and Falling Rock.
On Wednesday morning, Running Bear brought in a really big black bear, weighing 480 pounds and 7 foot in length.
The chief was quite impressed. This was the best killing of all so far. But, of course, they had to wait for the remaining two before he could award his daughter to Running Bear.
Well, on Wednesday night, Sitting Bull brought back a really, really big cougar, even bigger than the black bear that Running Bear had come home with. The cougar weighed 620 pounds and was 7 1/2 feet long. Clearly, Sitting Bull was about to win the chief's daughter's hand in marriage.
Excitement rose within the camp. Everyone was pretty sure that Falling Rock couldn't top Sitting Bull's catch! Thursday came and went ..... Friday came and went ..... Saturday came and went .....
The weeks turned into months and the months into years, and still Failing Rock did not return. It was obvious, the chief couldn't wait forever for Falling Rock to return.
So he granted his daughter to Sitting Bull and they lived happily ever after, and the tribe no longer waited for the wayward brave, but they did keep their eyes open when out on the trails.
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And today you will still see in Colorado those signs that say,
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D A N G E R !
"Watch for Falling Rock."
Once upon a time, in Colorado, the chief of an Indian tribe, I believe it was the Navajos, had a very beautiful daughter. And she was of marrying age. And many, many braves were wanting the daughter's hand in marriage.
Well, being a wise chief, he decided that he wanted his daughter to marry the bravest and strongest and wisest brave of the bunch. So he held a contest. All the eligible bachelors were to go hunting and the brave that brought back the biggest and best catch would be given the chief's daughter in marriage.
A lot of braves turned out for this event.
On Monday morning they all set out, bows and arrows in hand.
Well, on Tuesday afternoon, all the braves had brought their killings in - Except for three: Running Bear, Sitting Bull, and Falling Rock.
On Wednesday morning, Running Bear brought in a really big black bear, weighing 480 pounds and 7 foot in length.
The chief was quite impressed. This was the best killing of all so far. But, of course, they had to wait for the remaining two before he could award his daughter to Running Bear.
Well, on Wednesday night, Sitting Bull brought back a really, really big cougar, even bigger than the black bear that Running Bear had come home with. The cougar weighed 620 pounds and was 7 1/2 feet long. Clearly, Sitting Bull was about to win the chief's daughter's hand in marriage.
Excitement rose within the camp. Everyone was pretty sure that Falling Rock couldn't top Sitting Bull's catch! Thursday came and went ..... Friday came and went ..... Saturday came and went .....
The weeks turned into months and the months into years, and still Failing Rock did not return. It was obvious, the chief couldn't wait forever for Falling Rock to return.
So he granted his daughter to Sitting Bull and they lived happily ever after, and the tribe no longer waited for the wayward brave, but they did keep their eyes open when out on the trails.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
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And today you will still see in Colorado those signs that say,
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D A N G E R !
"Watch for Falling Rock."
