Fear--tell--Wingenund--she--Christian." * * * Indian summer, that enchanted time, unfolded its golden, dreamy haze over the Delaware village.

The forests blazed with autumn fire, the meadows boomed in rich luxuriance.

All day low down in the valleys hung a purple smoke which changed, as the cool evening shades crept out of the woodland, into a cloud of white mist.

All day the asters along the brooks lifted golden-brown faces to the sun as if to catch the warning warmth of his smile.

All day the plains and forests lay in melancholy repose.