The Weekly Arizonian., 1871-03-04
{ Fragment of 9 Novel.
John Quill, in the Golden Era,

When President Grant first appointed Quaker Indian agents, We wrote novel for the purpose of showing how great might be the evils which would result from the selection of Friends for such purpose. We attempted to depict the per- plezity and awkEardness of the situation if young QUaker Indian gent should fall iu love with a Shoshone Squaw, for instance. The story was printed, but ths myrmidons of the govern ment suppressed all of the edition that could be found. We are going to republish the thrilling part now, and we hurl defiance into the faces of the miniOns of the sanguinary despOt who att tempts to crush us with the iron heel of tyranny The public shall have the narrative, if we be car ried to dungeon tomorrow, loaded with mana cles. We will begin with love scene which is intended to illustrate the inevitable embarrassment Of Friend in such situation. The squaw speaks first Her real name is Kash-e-wash- e-naw. or the "Pride of MeGinnis's Dam.'
 'Do you love me then, dearest ?" she fondIy saie, nesting against his unplaited bosom.
 "Yes ma'am p said Archibald, (vho was the Qcaker Indian agent.)
 "Swear by yon bright moOn-no, the moon isn't out; swear by yOn bright you love me- she softly whispered.
 deariug accents of affection.
 'I loved by another, Shoshone brave, with thin legs and a sardonio smile. Say, my own Archibald, wlll you kill him ?'
 ''I can't, I'm peace man !" said Archibald as if he.feIt glad Le was.
 "Well. then, dearest. let us go to my fathers wigwam aod talk the matter oyer and prove your steldsastness to your principles by smoking the calumet of peace"
 That is what the squaw said-w1ITt the Iudl&u girl with the hard name remarked to the yonng Friend, remember.
 'But dent smoke; it makes me sick P replied Archibald.
 "And you will not joia us tonight around our council fire, aud learn to love the customs of my people ?'' she asked with an anxious look,
 "I'm much obliged, bus;I don't dance; it's against our discpliae,'' he soid and he heaved sigh.
 "Wen, then, my own one, at least accept this little ring from me, and let me bore hole with brad-awl, so you can, wear it sweetly dangling from your nOse.' C. believe not daren't wear jswelry." e'Never mind dearest" said she, 1t is as well as it is. Father will get you situation to beat the war-drum and inspire our braves with the glad music of battle"
 "Ex-cuse me; beg to decline. I'm down on the glad music of battle; I'm down on music of any kind"
 The Iovelight faded out of the soft brown eyes | of the Pride of McGinniss Dam for moment, and she looked as if she was real mad. But pres ently she smiled Sweetly and said: 1 "Come then, to my home, and let metoy with your raven hair, and plait it our braves d9 theirs, and decorate it with gaudy fathers"
 "If it makes no difference to you" he said, HI'd rather not. I have conscientious scruples against taking of my hat"
 "WeIl, them let us fly to your people, and I will become as you are But will you not take me sometimes to the circus and theatre, and other | places, darlingH'' "I should think not. never visit places of amusement" etc.
 Thus did these two young lovers, each happy in the fulness of each others love, beguile the | the happy moments as they fed from Times un- erring glass, and seemed to have frst-rate l time.
 This is all the novel we shall publish. But we may as well say that Archibald was finally con- verted, and aband oning his scruples, he became e valient Shoshone brave. The story has moral which we desire to impress upon those misguided persons who approve of sending Friends amongst the Indians. If the hearts of any such are touch- ed by this little tale of real Efe, our object will have been obtained and we will have been well paid for the sleepless 'ghts spent in composing ! the anecdoie.