Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-03-02

the starlight, weapons al trail. Vile
the scouts returned to say that Ia
coast was clear the column started Il
perfect silence
When the rear guard had disappear
ed In the darkness Cresap. Mount
Cade Renard and / bolteI the gates
drew up the drawbrldge. locked it al,
dropped the keys into tie moat. Tier
Cresap and Mount ran across the pa
rade toward the magazine. while W,
tied knotted rope to the southern
parapet and shook it free SO that /,
hung TO the edge Of the counterscarI
below.
Presently Mount came hurrying back
across the parade and Up the SCARF
to where we stood. bidding us hasten
for the fuse was afre and might burn
more quickly than we expected
! Down the rope, hand over hand. tum.
bled the Weasel, ard then Mount mo-
toned me to go. Down | scrambled
followed By Mount and CresRp. AMI we
all ran as though the Six Nations were
at our heels. After ten minutes 1t tor
speed we Joined the rear guard M
fell in with the major, painting. A roar
shook the solid forest; crimson flame
shot up 10 the stars; then thunderous
darkness buried us
Nov that the forts exploded. look
out for the Iroquois,' said Mount.
steadying his voice with an effort.
Cresap had given me a rifle. halted
TO load It. then ran on to join Noun
and Renard We plodded on in silence
for awhile Presently Mount aaAc1
me what ! meant 70 do in Pittsburg
II mean to see Lord Dunmore." / ne
piled quietly
Mount pretended TO fear for his lo"C
ships scalp. bat | was in no humor g..
testing and said no more | had been
looking ahead along the line OF wagons
where a lanthorn was glimmering, ana
as | approached | was surprised to see
a tall Indian standing beside Cresap
mufiled to the chin in his blanket
Cardigan said Cresap, my scouts
found this Indian walking ahead in the
trail all alone. He made no resistance.
and they brought him in. He seems to |
be foolish or simple minded can't |
make him out. You see he is unarmed |
What is hep
/ glanced at the tall, silent Indian A |
glance was enough
This man is a Cayuga and a chief
said In low voice
SPEAK to him." said Cresap. "He |
appears not to understand me. | speak
only Tuscarora, and that badly"
| looked at the silent Cayuga and
made the sign of brotherhood His dull
eyes regarded me steadily.
Brother" / said, "by the cinders on
your brow you mourn for the dead"
II mourn" he replied simply.
"a SOM"
"a family. l am Logan"
Shocked, ! gazed in pity on the stern.
noble yisage. So this was Logan. the
wretched man bereft of all his loved
ones by Greathouse!
turned quietly to Cresap.
This is the great Cayuga chief To
gan, whose children were murdered" |
said.
Cresap turned a troubled face on the
mute savage.
ask him where he journeys"
Where do you journey. brother2"
lsked gently.
II go to Fort Pitt he answered.
Without emotion.
ITO ask justice?''
'To ask it,"
"God grant you justice" said grave
=.
To Cresap | said, "He seeks Justice
t Fort Pitt from Lord Dunmore."
bid him come with us. replied Ores.
p soberly
took Logan by the hand and led
i'm into space behind the wagons.
Iere we waited in silence until the
low convoy moved, and then we fol 0
owed as mourners follow casket to
he grave OF all their hopes.
Hour after hour we journeyed unmo-
asted. The stars faded but it was not
ct dawn when a far voice cried in the
arkness and light moved, and we
new that the warders of the fortress
yere hailing our vanguard at the gates
( Pittsburg.
The next morning woke in hood
I brightest sunshine which poured
yer the walls Of my chamber and
athed the sweet lavender scented
heets on my bed
This lodging whittier Mount and Re-
ard had piloted me when our convoy
assed the ramparts Of Fortress Pitt
as an inn called the Virginia Arms.
most clean and respectable hosiery. |
Tough sometimes suspected as q tryst- |
g place for rehels James Rolfe, d
oston man, was our host. thin
lged, notified shrewd eyed fellow.
The winding Of brass horn brought
Q out OF my concealment to peep
'wn into the street. where people
ere booking around a public crier.
no stood on a horse block blowing his
I'm.
Attention. Attention. he cried, I'M 4
lding a paper, and presently com \
enced to read his news to the crowd: /
by permission OF the Right Hon
lrl OF Dunmore. governor Of Virginia =