Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-01-07

Y npr0v 0ked, In cold blood, they
have lin my kin III I'LL pt spariflf
wona rior child There runs ,Aots din din
of my blood Ia the veins Of any iiviisi
ature! Who ii, there to mourn fol
4 Logapf Not one r
The old man bent his withered head
I and covered his face with his blanket
Patrick Henry leaned across to me,
his eyes; were dim, his voice choked In
his throat
The great oratorg' he whispered.
"Oh, the great man! Greatest Of all!
The last word has been said for Logan.
/ shall not speak, Mr.. Cardigan-it
were sacrilege-now."
He rose and laid one arm about the
motionless chief; then very gently he
drewshim out into the aisle. There was
not sound in the hall as they passed
slowly out together, those great men
who had both struck to the hilt for
the honor Of their kindred and Of their
native land
IF the messenger from Johnstown
be present" then said DR.. Connolly,
"let him be assured of warm well
come from his lordship, the Earl of
Dunmore, governor of Virginia"
Looking around, I found that all
those who had risen had again seated
themselves, and that l, fascinated by
the repulsive visage of Dunmore, stood
there all alone.
Are you, not messenger from Sir
William Johnson" prompted Connolly,
with his domineering smile of patron
age
"Yes, DR.. Connolly" replied slowly.
AS spoke fright vanished.
Lord Dunmore," 1 said steadily,
"ere inform you why am here you
shall know me better than you think
you do.
Il am not here to tell you Of that
chain which links the governor of Vir-
ginia with the corpse of Logan's young
est child, nor to count the links of that
chain backward, from Greathouse to
Murdy, to Gibson, to Connolly. to-
"stop!' burst out Connolly, spring
ing to his feet. "Who are you? What
are you? How dare you address such
language to the Earl of Dunmore?'
I II do not reply. to servants" 1 said;
my business here is not with Lord
Dunmore's lackeys. II the Earl of
Dunmore knows not my. name and
title, he shall know them now! I am Mi
chael Cardigan, cornet in the Border
Horse and deputy Of Sir William John
son. baronet, his majestys superin-
tendent of Indian affairs for North
America! Who dares deny me right Of
speech7'' 9
Dunmore lay in his chair, shrunken
mess Of lace and ribbon; Connolly ap-
peared paralyzed; Gibson stared at me
over his table.
Il am not here. I said coolly, ito
ask your lordship why this war, false
" called Cresap's war, should be
known to honest men as 'Dunmore's
war Nor do l, come to ask you why
England should seek the savage allies
of the Six Nations, which this war, SO
cunningly devised, has given herr
Treason! Treason!' bawled voice
behind me. 1t was Wraxall; 1 recog-
nized his whine.
'But," resumed, pointing my finger
straight at the staring governor, II am
here to demand an account of your
stewardship! Where are those Cayu-
gas whom you have sworn to protect
from the greed Of white men? Where
are they? Answer, sir! Where are
Sir William Johnsons wards of tile
Long House? Where are the Shawn
nese, the Wyandottes, the Lenape, the
senecas, who keep the western portals
Of the Long House? Answer, sir, for
this Is my mission from Sir William
Johnson. Answer, lest the king say to
him, oh, thou unfaithful servant!"
Hubbub and cutlery and tumult rose
around me. Dunmore was getting on
his feet Connolly few to his aid, but
The governor snarled at him and push
ed him and went shambhng ont OF the
door behind the platform, while, in the
hall, the uproar swelled into an angry
shout: Shame on Dunmore! God save
An officer in the gallery leaned over
the edge, waving his gold laced hat.
God save the kingw he roared, and
many answered, "God save the king!
but that shout was drowned by a
numbering outburst Of cheers: God
ave our country! Hurrah! Hurrah!
1urrahw
Three cheers for Boston, bawled
lack Mount, jumping up on his bench;
md the rolling cheers echoed from bal
.ony to pavement.
Mount caught me up in his arms and
vas shouldering his way toward the
loor, yelp1ng nKc MOHAWK at corn
east. and presently others crowded
lround. patting my legs and cheering,
bearing me onward and out past the
entinels, where for moment I
bought soldiers and people would
ome to blows.
! could not find Silver Heels, and
PRESENTLY gave up that hope, for the
hrong, hustled blythe soldiers, began
hoving. and scuhling and pressing,
low forward po1u bo oJ-1r-or5 ,,,t{, ~.