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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Welcome to Bridal Veil. The beauty is beyond compare. As you walk down the peaceful trail, Strange whispers might fill the air, of Maswein, the magician forgotten tale. O' the lore and truths, it begs to share. May this humble poet's ability, write this riddle right, and give Kagawong's legendary story a new awe-inspiring perspective, for the world at length to read and see, so it may forever remain captive. Now, here's how it began to be. Kagawong Odawa tribe was peaceful and proud, and lived high on the throne for many suns; until the Iroquois fierce storm came thundering loud, and the life as they knew it, is shun by their enemy's huge dark cloud. The Chieftains conclude that it’s best to leave and be gone but hopeful that their retreat is but a temporary shroud. They set out for the Mississippi far out lands to dwell on. Except Maswein, the magician stayed behind and vowed to be the falls’ sentinel along with his two sons. Early one morning, while his sons slept, Maswein went hunting through the deepest of woods, when a tiny man rose up from the earth's depth. Wearing a red feather upon his head, and if you would altercating a match to somehow prove his strength. Maswein accepts for he no longer cared if he should. "I care for nothing, good nor bad, my hopes are gone, for my tribe has fled. Really, what’s another lost to be had! I am but sifting sand," he said. Maswein amazingly threw the elf as they wrestle, bewildered as the tiny man disappears, an un-husk ear of corn topped with a red tassel, where his opponent should have landed alternatively appears. As he drew close to the mysterious object, a voice arose from within it. "Pick me up,!" instructed the subject. "Pull out my body from this constricting outfit, then scatter my many grains along the edge of the plain and return to this place after one moon. And by complying to this deed, your tribe will soon, inhabit this wondrous place again”. Being a man of great wisdom, Maswein did as he was instructed and when Grandmother Moon's mysticism full cycle of her changes was completed, he returns to the sacred ground with some skepticism. Just to find the entire plain blanketed with tiny shoots and blades of new-grown corn. And where he had tossed the cob itself, broad luxurious leaves and vines of pumpkins are born, no doubt with the help of his presumed magical elf. Maswein and his sons carefully attended and nurtured the plants through the summer up into the fall. One day, as he moves about in his orchard, Maswein hears once again a mysterious call "Maswein, had you not conquered me in wrestling, these gifts would not have been your given grace, and your tribe's day of reckoning, plus nourishment for all human race." Maswein the magician without the trials of before is able to travel to the lands by the Mississippi, to bring his tribal band to their homeland where they belong by the mystical falls of Kagawong.
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