The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1867-07-31

aftcrward, nv servant and myself, along with
the Golden Daggers, started toward the pla-
GERS of the Rio del Sacramento"
The vscount ceased speaking, and took a
seat There was silence in the boudolr OF
the marcAioncss.
The ending of the story failed to produce
any effect There were several reasons for
this: In the first place, there was no denoae-
ment; in the second place, the murder OF the
Welshman wanted all excuse of passion.
The ladies were disposed to pity the poor
Welshman.
If some one could have scrutinizcd the
conscience Of the yiscount at this moment,
perhaps there would have been discovered
ray Of light in his last words. Rcsumlng,
he said, very carelcssly:
s:Did you ever hear of this, Mr.. Leslie =
ayes" answered George.
1t was singular thing that this laconic
response impressed the audience more sensi-
bly, than the narrative itself The marchion-
ess, alone was quiet.
'Thank Monsieur the Viscount, ladies'"
cried she, indignant at the GOODNESS Of the
circle. 'sThcsc are, indeed, entertaining adj
ventures.
BUT permit mc one question, cousin. You
have not told us why these rascals called
themselves Golden Daggers"
positively, [ do not know, my cousin. 1t
is difficult to. understand that there could
have been any reason for this bizarre appel
lation. f'' -
''You are mistaken, Monsieur Viscount,'
said George Leslie. "This bizarre appela-
ton has a reason for it.
ssDo you know the reason y
II do"
aMr. George LESLIE said Henri, II be-
lieye interpret the wishes Of these ladies in
begging you to enlighten us on this point.
Certainly! certainly cried the march
ioness, turning Immediately toward George.
ssWhy did you not tell me" added she re-
proachfully addressing the general, s.that your
protege knew some Adventures"
Perhaps he has never related them to
me" replied the old man.
George turned red, as he always did when
he found himself an object Of regard. But
he quickly recovered from his embarrassment,
and commenced, in a simple and precise tone
s'In the snowy mountains they thus relate
the legend Of the Golden Dagger:
Toward the end Of the last century there
was, at the place where now is the encamp-
ment Of the mayor and his companions, q vii
lage of Pawnee beyond the Cordillcras by
the English pioneers. They were numerous.
Their focks grazcd on both sides Of the noun
tain. and their fisheries extended to the Colo
RADIO
',Their chief was great warrior, by the
name Of Aganiz
s.New Navarro had then for its viceroy the
Duke Of Medina Sidonia.
ssThe White Pawnees (he Indians SO call
cd thcmsclves) protected their frontier against
the incursions Of the English !, and also against
other Indian tribes. They called the duke
their father. Aganiz, their chief had been
to smoke the calumet Of peace in the town Of
San Diego, where was the viceroy's palace.
Zone day the soldiers of New Navarro came
and drove off the horses Of the Pawnces-
Two deputies were sent to the viceroy to de-
mand justice. The White Pawnees were a
naughty race and spoke too proudly. The
viceroy was offended, and had them whipped
with rods.
''When they heard this at the mountain,
A ganiz had fire lit on the summit of the
peak now called the Golden Dagger.
s"rhat night two hundred Pawnees were
gathered around the cinders Of this fire.
''They held a council. The death Of the
vicoroy was resolved upon, and, by casting
lots, Aganiz himself was designated to exc
cute the decree.
ssAganiz seized his tamahawk and threw it
into the stream
"'It was he who gave me that tomahawk !!
he said
.sHe broke his bow across his knee, and
pushed his CULVER Of arrows into the fire.
est was he who gave me my arrows and
my bowl said he again.
.sHe made hollow in the ground and bu
ricd his cutlass, saying:
"sIt was he who gave me my cutlass With
what do you wish me to kill my father z"
sThe sachems answered:
z ssOur father must die We must have his
scalp
sAganiz buried his calumet with his cut
lass, and wept.
It was ne who gave me my calumet! he
said
Gle then took all the gold which he had
amassed to buy fire-water, and descended to
the plain He travelled until he came to a
Spanish village. He said to an artisan, Make
me golden dagger 7
with this golden dagger he killed the
yiceroy, and took his scalp.
.sThe Spaniards gave to the Pawpees, whom
they hunted afterwards as if they were a
flock Of deer, the name Of Cuchlllos de orc.
This name the Americans translated into
Golden Daggers. s
Gin 1916, soon after Mexico ecded Cali
fornia, seven convicts, escaping from Botany
Bay traverscd the Pacific ocean In frail bark,
and landed upon the coast Of Oregon. They
were intrepid men.
sThey gained recruits in the country and
descended, little by little, toward the south,
sThere had been great dispute between
the remnant of the Pawnec tribe, now reduc-
ed totwenty warriors, anda party Of Tennessee
adventures who had discovered considera
bic deposit Of gold near by. The eonvicts
aided the Golden Daggers TO drive off the
Tennesseeans then they made clean sweep
| of the Golden Daggers themselves. The
massacre took place that night.
aOne single Pawnee escaped death, and
| submitted to the conqurers.
cit was he of whom Monsieur the iscount
| had spoken to these ladies-this red and tat
tooed figure, whose eyes sparkled at night in