The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-03
stop, STRIP the man In the horn spec
tacles cried. what do you Want?'

stop, SIT! the man III the HOTN spec
tacles cried. what do you want?"
II want my boy
"Your boy? This lad is white"
my grandmother was white" condo
scended the chief. "A white prisoner
from Deerheld. Eunice Williams"
II see, sir. You get your Williams from
the Yankees. And Is this lads mother
white too?" - r.
mo. Mohawk" l1.a.
'Why. man, his body is like milk! He
Is no son of yours"
The chief marched toward me-
LET him alone! II you try to drag him
out of the manor I will appeal to the au-
thority Of LIE Ray de Chaumont." -s,.
My father spoke to me with sharp au-
thority-
'Lazarre!'
What do you call him?" the little man
inquired, ambling beside the chief.
' "Eleazer Williams is his name. But in
the lodges at st. Regis, everywhere, it is
Lazarre."
"How old is hep"
about 10 years"
well, Thomas Williams" said my fret
full guardian, his antagonism melting to
patronage, Il will tell you who am, and
| then you can feel no anxiety. I am Doctor
Chantry, physician to the Count de Chau-
mont. The lad cut, his head open on a
| rock, diving in the lake, and has remained
| to an opiate have administered to insure
complete quiet; and he will not awake for
several hours yet. He received the best
surgery as soon as he was brought here
and placed in my hands by the educated
Oneida, Skenedonk."
II was not near the LODGE" said my
father. II was down the lake fishing
| II have bled him once, and shall bleed
him again; though the rock did that pretty
effectually. But these strapping young
creatures need frequent blood-letting."
The chief gave him no thanks, and
myself resolved to knock the little doctor
down, If he came near me with knife.
I'm the absence of Count de Chaumont
Thomas" he proceeded, II may direct you
to go and knock on the cooks door, and
ask for something to eat before you &C
home" =
II stay here" responded my father.
There is not the slightest need of any
body's watching beside the lad tonight. ]
was about to retire when you were per.
mitted to enter. He is sleeping like an in
! FAINT"
HE belongs to me-" the chief said.
Doctor Chantry jumped at the chief In
rage.
"For Gods sake, shut up and go about
your business!
1t was like one Of the little dogs ir
our camp swapping at the patriarch OF
| IuoIA t1lu IeCOulHS from a SrOWl IVY
| fathers hand was on his hunting knife
! but he grunted and said nothing. Doctor
Chantry himself withdrew from the room
and left the Indian In possession. Weak
| as I was felt my insides quake with
| laughter. My very first observation OF
the whimsical being tickled me with a
kind of foreknowledge of all his weak fret.
fu1ness.
My father sat down on the floor at the
foot Of my couch, where the wax light
threw his shadow, exaggerating It's I'm.
moving profile. T noticed one Of the
chairs he disdained as useless; though
when eating or drinking with white mer
he sat at table with them The chair
saw was one that I family recognized
as furniture Of some previous experience
slim legged, gracefully curved, and bro.
caded. Brocaded was the word.
studied it until I fell asleep.
The sun, shining through the protected
windows, instead of glazing into oul
lodge door, showed my father sitting II
the same position when I woke, and Sken
edonk at my side. I liked the educated
Iroquois. He was about ten years my
senior. He had been taken to France whe1
a STRIPPING, and was much bound to thu
whites, though living with his own tribe
Skenedonk had the mildest brown eyes
ever saw outside deer's head. He wa
bald Indian with one small scalp lock
But the just and perfect dome to which
his close lying ears were attached needed
no hair to adorn 1t. You felt glad tina
nothing shaded the benevolence of his all
over forehead. By contrast he emphasize,
the sullenness Of my father; yet when oc
casion had pressed there never was
reader hand than skenedonk's to kill.
!, I tossed the cover back 20 spring out o
bed with a whoop. But a woman in
high cap with ribbons hanging down t.
her heels, and dress short enough t
, show her shoes, stepped into the room an
made a. courtesy. Her face fell easily int
creases when she talked, and gave you tn
feeling that it was too soft of flesh In
deed her eyes were cushioned all around
She spoke and Skenedonk answered he
in French. The meaning Of every wor
, broke through my mind as fire break
through paper.
. Madame De Ferrier sent me to inquir
l how the young gentleman Isl