Hanging Rock

Crap! I missed the Acres Land Trust Organization's photo exhibit and wine tasting at Art Link this past Saturday. I really couldn't afford the $75 entrance fee per couple anyway, but I swear I'm going to see the exhibit while it's there. I didn't even realize until today that the photos featured Hanging Rock. I've picked catnip leaves from the top , and peered over that sheer drop. It makes you believe the Native American Legend of Wy-nu-sa and her leap to death.

The Ballad of Hanging Rock ~by Stormy Sellers Come all you romance lovers, come listen while I tell The fate of poor Wy-nu-sa, a fair young Indian belle
Way down in Indiana, where Wabash waters glide There stands a lonely boulder high on the river side
There lived an Indian maiden Wy-nu-sa was her name A lovely woodland flower with cheeks of wild rose flame
She had a fond young lover, a warrior true and bold A gay and dashing hunter who loved this maid of old
One night as late they lingered in love dreams there alone The lovers' moon was shining down on the hanging stone
A jealous hearted rival stole down the river side There slew Wy-nu-sa's lover and hurled him in the tide
With cries of bitter anguish, in her wild grief and woe The brokenhearted maiden leaped in the stream below
There with her own true lover in tender love and pride In all her youthful beauty the fair Wy-nu-sa died
For many years no lovers would venture there alone For since Wy-nu-sa perished there it is a haunted stone
They say when skies are dreary, and Wabash waters sigh When the lovers' moon smiles wanly, they hear her mournful cries
When fireflies light the waters, and ghostly shadows glow They see a phantom maiden leap in the stream below
So! Come you romance lovers, my story now is told You've heard the Indian legend of this fair maid of old
If on some lonesome evening, you venture there alone You may see the Indian maiden leap from the hanging stone

The above information is from "Miami Indian Stories" by Chief Clarence Godfroy.