Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-03-16

! the mOckery of It's bitterneSS-th the deS-
olate irony of despair ringing through
| IT, BrOtheri That single word curse
| the silence with an accusation so mev-
CHESS that ] saw Connolly's heavy Wis
age grow purple aud Gibson turn his
| eyes away Only my Lord Dunmore
sat immoyable, with the shadow Of q
sneer freezing on his painted face
Logan slowly raised his arm.
Through that thick night which
isrkens the history Of eur subjuga-
don through all the degradation and
,epro0ch which have beeu heaped upon
Us, there runs one thread Of light re-
yealing our former greatness plead
ing the causes OF our decay, illuminate
lng the pit Of our downfall, promising
that our dead shall live again.
FATHERS. for Logan that light comes
too late Death darkens my lodge; my
door Is closed 10 sun and moon and
stars. Death darkens my lodge. All
within lie dead. Logan is alone He.
too, is blind and sightless Ike the
quiet dead, his ears are STOPPED he
hears not nor can he see darkness or
light
Il appeal TO any white man if he
ever entered Logans lodge hungry ana
he gave him not meat; If he ever came
cold aud naked and he clothed him not
such was my love. such was my
great love for the white men! My
brothers pointed at me as they passed
and said. He is the friend of white
men And l had even thought to live
with you. but for the injuries of my
brothers. the white men.
"Unproyoked. in cold blood, they
have slain my kin-all, all-not sparing
woman or child! There runs not drop
of my blood in the veins of any living
creaturel Who is there TO mourn for
Logan? Not one.'
The old man bent his withered head
and covered his face with his blanket.
Patrick Henry leaned across to me;
his eyes were dim. his voice choked in
his throat
1.-THE great orator. he whispered.
''0h. the great man! Greatest of all!
The last word has been said for Logan
l shall not speak, AIr. Cardigan-it
were sacrilege-now."
He rose and laid one arm about the
motionless chief; then very gently he
drew him 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 or warm vel
come from his lordship, the Earl OF
Dunmore. governor OF Virginia"
Looking around. 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 d messenger from Sir
William Johnson prompted Connolly
with his domIneering smile of patron
age
''Yes, DIR. Connolly" / replied slowly
As spoke fright vanished.
Lord Dunmore." | said steadily
''ere | inform you why am here You
shall know me better than you think
you do.
am not here 10 ttrii you of ttiissi
chain which links the governor of vir.
ginia with the corpse of Logans 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?''
II do not reply to servants" / said;
my business here Is not with Lord
Dunmore's lackeys. IL the Earl of
Dunmore knows not my name and
title. he shall know them now! am Mi
chael Cardigan, cornet In the Border
Horse and deputy OF Sir William John
son, baronet. his majesty's superin-
tendent of Indian affairs for North
Americal Who dares deny me right Of
speechy'
Dunmore lay In his chair. shr,lnken
mess Of lace and ribbon: Connolly APP
peared paralyzed; Gibson stared at me
over his table.
II am not here" | said coolly. TO
ask your Iordship why this war. false
" called Cresap's war. should be
known to honest men as 'Dunmore's
war Nor do | come to ask you why
England should seek the savage allies
Of the six Nations, which this war, 80
cunningly devised, has given her"
~Treasoni Treason bawled voice
behind me. II was Wraxall; ] recog-
mixed his whine.
"But." ! resumed. pointing my finger
straight at the staring governor, Il am
here TO demand a. account Of your
stewardshipl Where are those Cayu.
Ges whom Jon have sworn to protect
from The Groed o. white men1 Where
are they1 Answer. eirI Where are
0lr William Johneon'e wards of me
Long Housed Whero are The Shawa-
nee8 the Wyandotten. The Lenapo. the
oenecas, who Necp the western portals
q the Long H61es1 Answcr. sir, Tor
thIo \ my minoIon from Sir william