Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-12-17
By ELEANOR GATES,

Author Of 1.-The Biography OF Prairie Gil

the furnace, pap
with tn lions!" cried the section
boss. Certainly All do"
"Oh, pa, that isn't the story"
Evan stroked his mustache. "Ah'm |
kinda often tn trait, honey, amt AhP'
he said aside. Then, to cover his mis-
take and forestall any embarrassing
explanation, he poked the fire again
and resolutely began, "Pahson, how
d v come t name you boss Shad-
| rachT'
"He had been christened Spooks,"
began the evangelist. as If repeating
an oft told tale. because his last own
err mistook him one night for ghost.
| could not bear to call the faithful
! animal by that name and day after
| day thought over all the names l had
ever heard, striving to find one suita-
i BILE That summer something happen
ed that decided for me. Spooks and
I awoke to fiud ourselves surrounded
by a prairie fire. And l, having hitch
| ed up and then got down into the bot
tom of the wagon, my good horse was
| forced to meet the wall Of fame alone
He came out unscorched. | knew at
| once what his name should be. Hence
forth | called him Shadrach."
The light of returning knowledge-of
blessed total recall-illumined the face
Of the listening section boss. He gave
the fire glad poke that sent the burn
ing chips to every side. thrust out his
chest proudly and pinned the other
with triumphant eye. ''waal, how
bout Mehach and Abednego" he de-
manded.
David Bond studied a moment, knit
ting his brows until their heavy arch
ings met in a single hoary line. II
take their place." he said at last, with
dignity.
Following supper, which Dallas pre-
pared all gathered before the CHEEKY
blaze. There the evangelist, anxious
over the welfare of the people among
whom he had preached and taught,
promptly began to question Squaw
Charley.
"You have not told me of your cap
ture," he said, "or of the fight that
came before it. Were you taken in
the north-in the country Of the White
Mother-or in Dakota?"
The Indian nodded.
"DakotaY'
Swiftly the pariah's whole aspect al
tered. A moment before, satisfied as
, to food, happy and comfortable, he
had squatted down in his blanket
But now. his shoulders bent his chin
sank to his breast, his eyes grew dull
and sullen.
Were you in the Mauvaises Terres?"
Queried the evangelist.
Squaw Charley shook his head.
"On the Powderp'
There was a silent assent.
"The soldiers pursued. Maybe they
surprised you-which?"
To answer the Indian rose slowly.
! With one of Lancaster's clutches he
2 raked out some ashes and leveled them
a upon the hearthstones. Next, across
o them. STOPPING and using a finger, he
J drew varying line that showed the
!. trend of stream. Far up toward its
source, in a bend, he placed bits OF
, bread from the table to indicate the
q lodges of his tribesmen. Slivers from
4 a stick showed that the tepees ha(
q tonwoOds. white beans, from a filled
d pan on the floor near by him, STOOD
q for the warriors that had fought. His
" fingers moved more quickly as b!
g means of a handful of corn that Dial
a las had put in his leather pouch b,
planted the United States troops OIL
o three sides of the Indian campgrOunC
- and moved them forward to the at
tack.
= Adroitly he Unanswered the oppos
ing forces. with advancing here ant
NJ retreating there, groans when tn
= white men felt the fight too keenly
.. low whoops to picture an Indian gain
10 little puffs of the breath to betokel
, flying bullets. The onlookers saw tn
y battle as 1t ragged about the tepees
A And the fickering lantern, as SquaN
= Charley moved it in a semiclrcle, toll
them that the firing began at day
-, break and continued until dark.
10 All at once he changed the picture
70 Twelve beans were rapidly counted GU
a. and laid in rows, and he mourned soft
IA ly over these to show that they wer
= slain warriors. Five kernels of corn
o. q Ilne OF pare laCeu uedu-NeIe pace
beside the bean rows. This done, b
- covered the lantern with the graf
= sack and leaned back against the logs
20 AYE, aye" cried David Bond sadly
- twelve braves and five troopers pei
ished! Seventeen souls went to thei
Maker to mark the greed Of the whit
~ man and the yearning to harry off tn
L. red! Why do the Indians not stay i
{ peace and quiet upon the lands Sc
u apart for them and not go abroa
e stealing and slaughtering? Why do m
own people not give back to thei
K brothers the country that is right
IT, theirsT'
Once more Squaw Charley stoOpe