The Forrest City times., 1894-07-27
INJUN JOE.
Barney's Adventure with the Last
 of the Iroquois.

Hidden away from the riotous world is rustic little Moose village. Every body in the Ottawa valley knows it. The brown river flows slowly past as if sorry to leave it; the inha bitants are wont to remark that nothing but death or bear hunt way back on the nation, can ever draw them away; and last, but not least, when "1njun Joe" fixed up his wigwam on the Point. although he didn't know it. peo- pie concluded that they might reckon on him as a permanency. The Point was about half mile above the viii way out. Just at the extreme edge, within few feet of the tapping water, and sheltered by one majestic sugar maple, Iniun Joe's quaint little tent drew the attention of wandering art ists as they went down in the boat. All sorts of stories were invented about Joe, but none really knew where he had been dragged up. Some said that he was an Indian sachem of the Iroquois come to life again be- cause he had misconducted himself in the happy hunting grounds. This, however, was generally regarded in Miller's store as an elaborate fiction invented by that blonde young humor- ist Barney Mcguire. You see, boys" that worthy would observe to the crowd, tits this way: That there h. Montreallers who go about digging in the mountains for Indian graves An now they've let him out. of course he ain't goin' back to place where there ain't no whisky. You bet your boots that's about the size of it, and Bar ney, absently taking plug of his neighbor' tobacco, went out into the night.
 It was lovely summer night. The air was filled with dancing fireflies, weaving and winding in and out the long grass, and waylaying one another in the whispering leaves of bushes In and out, their little lamps went flick ering through the night in such heed less, happy merriment that Barney stopped to look at them. All the world was full of fireflies. He seemed to be treading on them, and with drunken gravity began to lift his feet high not to crush their little lives out. At this moment bigger light gleamed up be- fore him in the distance. It seemed to be an enormous frefiy beckoning him on through the village and into the cool languorous depths of the summer night. Close by the river wandered at it's own sweet will" Only the voices of the raftsmen, as they made for the falls. broke the stiffness. Barney pulled up and listened to them. .Thet's so." he said, with drunken gravity. II reckon you've about fixed it. Row. brothers row, the stream runs fast. The firehies are-no, that's wrong. That's wrong, Barney. ] say it's wrong If you don't believe me- catch one and ask him.
 He set off in a sidelong kind of run, sat down on nothingness, and sudden ly collapsed in the middle of the road. .I've got you," he said in triumph to an imaginary frefy. Excuse me sit- tin on you. but you are such slippery little critturs. You've only got to pog- gleise, an I'll git
 The firefly didn't apologize, Tor the simple reason that it was hundred wards away. This suddenly dawned upon Barney, and he followed 1t through the long grass
 The ripple of the flowing tide sounded more loudly in his ears. and insensloiy drew him to the river shore. Right out on the point. the big irehy giowea steadily but not like the others. it was q fixed light. When the others elosed their tiny wings the lights dis