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Long, long ago, when the whole North American continent was inhabited only by the redman, there lived on the the site of our Camp Kilowan an Indian tribe. This village was known far and wide for its dancing. Every person young or old loved to dance - but best of all the dancers were eight brothers, sons of the chieftain. One night the tribe was having a festival and all the villagers were dancing around a burning fire. The eight brothers were dancing around and 'round. Suddenly they began to here beautiful music off in the distance. Since they were so fond of dancing, they followed the music, dancing their way in the direction from which it seemed to be coming. But as their feet carried them nearer to the music, it seemed to pull away, drawing them farther and farther away from their village. Finally the beautiful music came down from the sky itself, and the irresistible quality of it drew them, up, up, dancing into the heavens and the Milky Way. The youngest brother, however, loved Mother Earth. Torn by desire to look back once more at his home, he turned and gazed downward. Immediately he changed into a falling star and came back to earth. At the spot where the youngest brother fell, there soon grew a tall fir tree. The other seven brothers remained in the sky forever, to be known as the big dipper. The tall fir growing at the spot where the youngest brother fell is our sentinel fir. Legend goes that our fir is the youngest of the eight brothers, growing tall to be near the other seven in the sky, but forever bending his head to watch over the site of his village, our Kilowan. |
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