The leaders of the two tribes exchanged those courtesies prescribed by Indian etiquette throughout untold generations and set about preparing their respective quarters in close proximity. As the younger men of the tribes came in by foot they exchanged tolerant greetings and from all appearances no cloud showed itself n the face of the aboriginal sky.
The days came and went and with them all went well—The women held many a delightful feast of gossip, the children romped and wrestled together on the lovely sands and the young men engaged in friendly games of skill. It may not be too much to suppose that the shy maidens and bashful beaus of the adjoining tribes found means to exchange tokens of their affections that in a not distant day might ripen into matrimonial relation. Rest assured there would be much family pride shown by the lads of one tribe to the lads of the other in bringing down a squirrel with a flint-tipped arrow or the incautious bird that rested for a moment on the limb of an oak tree. When the "bag of tricks" had been emptied and the boastful spirit inherent in the red children had been satisfied, some child would suggest adjourning to a blushing bed of wild strawberries or to picking up pebbles of varying hue on the rippling beach. Be sure, too that the girls would race after the gaudy butterflies and having run so fast and so far rest themselves where the wild flowers abounded and there fill their sun-browned hands with blooms sweeter far than ever florist grew.

Woman may have been the primary cause of the trouble that ended in Eden being deprived of the presence of the original pair placed therein to have and to hold during a state of innocency. In this “new paradise,” however, a boy was to be the disturbing factor from which would flow discord and death. Two lads, probably fleeter on foot than the rest, commenced chasing a grasshopper, a flying one doubtless, from place to place. As it landed they pounced upon the place where it should have been and laughing arose from the scramble and followed fast upon the elusive insect. After much chasing the grasshopper, now a trifle winded no doubt, had come to earth after a short flight and, as the more active boy of the two stopped to capture his prize, the other gave him an merciful shove that threw him headfirst into the sandy soil, skinned his nose most likely, and you may rest assured, aroused his hot elemental temper. The aggressor thereupon seized the quarry amid cheers on the one side and cries of foul play on the other. Anyone with the smallest of the psychology of the boy will realize how easy it was to make a first class (unreadable) very small matter (unreadable) small in the eyes of youngsters of the male order. In less time than it takes to tell it, the swarthy lads were at it hammer and tongs, although the material hammers in those days were, as we have been told, stone, and the tongs two pieces of green oak or maple. If the young lads began the fight it was not long before their older companions enlisted themselves in strife; fond mothers of the two tribes also came running to the "battlefield," and there must have been some shrill yelling and excoriating epithets employed as the squaws tore one another's raven locks.
When a "war" in on it is surprising how the news travels in wide and ever wider circles until it reaches enough people to furnish the materials for a major conflict. The young men came running in and were soon ranged on opposite sides in the "Grasshopper battle;" these were reinforced by the warriors whose scalp-locks proclaimed, that they had won their "spurs" on many a hard-fought field.
As the sun sank lower and lower over the ruddy water of Macassa, the contest grew more furious until at length he hid himself behind the everlasting hills of Flamboro, as if to avoid the closing act in the dread drama of tribal-warfare.

Where the dewy morn had ushered in peace and good will among the two aboriginal peoples, the moon-lit night saw the sands of Deonasadeo sodden with the life-blood of old and young, cumbered with the awfulness of broken bodies and mutilated forms. There torn and stark, lay the dead and agonized dying as an elderly squaw (who had been dispatched, as was the custom of the time, into the forest to recover a slain deer that had been laid low by the shaft of her lord and master), came upon the frightful scene. A few hours before, she had left a happy community where the woman gossiped together and the children peacefully, if noisily, played. . .and now this ghastly exhibition. Had the foul friends taken possession of Deonasadeo and transformed its occupiers into something worse than it themselves? "What could be the cause of this terrible disaster?” she asked, "Why this violence and shedding of blood?" Tradition has it that she was told that the primary cause was a grasshopper, and secondly, two quarreling lads who aimed at its capture.
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After having recalled so much of the Legend of the Beach, surely we must point a moral to adorn the termination of a tale: Ask yourself, ye statesman and leaders of the peoples of the earth, who would bring your nations into conflict on some question hardly less trivial than that just related, if the ground of dispute. In the final analysis, is anything short of a grasshopper quarrel.
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