Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1898-12-25

0F the things not altogether of
 u this world, yet altogether evil dread most the Loup Garou. Of wild beasts dread most the Indian devil Neither bullet nor knife will save you from the first, thy faith in the Great Father alone availing; but for the sec ond keep a bullet cartridge ever hanGy in your belt. and know that your knife is smooth in is sheath"
 Thus spoke old Moon-Eye, the Mali sect. to his half-breed grandson.
 Antoine listened attentively, with his clear eyes on tie red. wrinllled face of the aged chief. Below them, at the foot of the bluff ard beyond the gray shingle ran the river. laughing. An toine loved the river-she was mis- tress and comrade to him. The angry thunder of falls. the chatter of rapids and the lullaby of quiet reaches were the music of his quiet dreams. Greater even than his regard for the savings of love for the beautiful Fobiqpe. Greater even than his regord for the sayings of his grandsire was his belief in the things that the river told him.
 Moon-Eye had once been the poet of his tribe. The French songs of the elder Antoine had been called good by many rough, gay trappers and fur traders at many camp fires. AndnoW the lad Antoine, with what scholarship tine priest had impafted to him, had pu, down with ink upon paper some offhe philosophy of the river and some Of the secrets of the forests
 He will be a great poet some day" said the old priest to Moon-Eye, for his verses run with music of white stars and swift waters, and in his heart he is beginning to know what God once sang 10 nature.
 Dangers lurk everywhere, awaiting us like gray wolves, and I know not what to warn him against, replied ske Indian. He cut few shreds of tobacco and rolled them in his palm Once" he continued, "when my eyes were clearer. I could see beyond the morrow, and even beyond many days. but the Great Father has allowed a little smoke to blow across my face. and now I know only what I see before me as far as the river
 'Yet He has been merciful God to you said the priest.
 Yea, replied the other, when Clota- searp stood aloof He sheltered Us with His hand as with a blanket of soft skins"
 These things were said in the fall of the year, when the river had q wonder ful blue magic and the trees were of many glorious eolors. In mid-uinter the priest Gied. and old Moon=ENe grieved bitterly for his white friend. until April broke the ice on the river and called back the gray geese, and then he followed to that hunting ground that has no returning trail
 Antoine's parents had died during his infancy, and now he was left alone with the river and the trees. Sometimes, when he awolIe in the night hours and could hear nothing but the ice and water swirling past the foot of the bluff and the whisper of the wings going north over his roof, a horrible dread of things unseen would come to him.
 What the dark things were that crowded against his soul in the night watches he never knew. Perhaps that low footing at his door was the I.oup Garou and not the wind. Could that cry from afar off be the cry of the great panther of the north, the Indian devil, and not the laughter of the loon One night, when little wind fingered the uneven shingles of his roof, he arose, trembling, and slipped cart ridge into his shotgun. But dawn came, and then the sun again, and fear slid away from the sheen of the merry river.
 1t befell that in middle May three h. tiians landed their two canoes at the foot of the bluff and spent night with Antoine. They were good men, from q settlement on the great river St. John, into which the Tobiqne runs and which. in it's turn, goes down into Fundy. They were sad upon hearing of the death of their old chief, Moon Eye.
 They questioned the half-breed about the forests, particularly about those places where the white birch trees grow.
 Come with us, Antoine. and help us in the padding and in the gathering of canoe bark. and we will pay you a fit wage said the leader of the three.
 So Antoine carried his own canoe into the cabin and nailed up the door, md with his few books and his fowling ]