The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-07-22

these colors had been laid in stripes.
circles and figures upon the braves.
They were colors that he. an outcast.
might not use, but there was one poor
privilege in flesh painting that even he
could claim. Kneeing again in clout
and sQuaw's skirt he had smeared the
black and red in rude signs upon his
chest The braves, his brothers, had
painted themselves for battle, but he,
the pariah. had painted himself in the
colorS of death.
Suddenly he forsook the roof for the
shadow of the log wall. There he
waited. Two warriors had left the
lodge of Brown Mink and were cross
ing the pen. He knew them. The
shorter was Canada John, the eldest of
the four condemned. The other was a
Sioux who had been captured that day
and cast into prison at sunset. He
was Il giant in stature. wore full war
paint and dress and belt that testified
his valor, for it hung thick with scalps,
sone jetty and coarse. taken from
heads of his own kind, some brown or
fair, with the softness that belongs to
the hair of white women and children.
The two were talking low together.
Presently, as they strolled near, the
outcast heard the deep murmur of their
voices, then their words He leaned
toward them, all ears.
How many sleeps before the dove
calls?" 1t was the bass of the stran-
ger.
Perhaps only another" answered
/ Canada John.
There was a great laugh, like the cry
stays not long. But how can my friends
be sure that the Double Tongue will
have horses ready?"
HE claims a reward"
"Ho, no! And what?'
Canada John halted close to Squaw
Charley. There is Il cottonwood lodge
beyond the river" he said. 1T should
belong to the Double Tongue. He Is
kept out. An old paleface and his two
daughters seized it in the moon of wild
cherries, and they would not CO.
AN old man, you say?"
But he hunts the white buffalo.
Only the daughters are there"
Are they young?"
Young and sleek. One Is called the
Pillow Woman. She is tall. and she
watches like the antelope. The youn-
ger has hair like the grass when 1t is
withered."
"They live alone?
1.-THE Squaw guards
"Wuffv'
"And the Man Who Buys Skins.
May he be struck by the zigzag fire!'
"Who is to have the women?'
Canada John scratched his nose.
"The medicine giver says, He that
first reaches them"
Big Ok shook his head In doubt.
1.-THE swiftest may yet fail to keep"
SHOULD any pursue the women will
be killed. The soldiers. will think
them bit by rattlesnakes.'
Again Big OK burst forth with laugh
ter.
"Shw
A hammer clicked from the stockade
top. A sentry began to bawl angrily.
"Git, you pup eaters" he declared
and slanted his gun to them. Casting
dignity aside. they ducked into the
nearest lodge.
Squaw Charley dragged himself back
to the shingle roof. There he fell
prone, resting his forehead against the
ribs of dog. The strength was gone
from his body. the light from his eyes
The wind of that others nostrils ha6
blasted him. He was like the scatter
ing ash heaps of the evening smudges
where the last bit of fuel was crum
bled and the last red coal was dead.
Long he stayed upon his face. Wher
the first numbness was past and hi
, brain was rallying slowly a very
scourge of sorrow visited him-sorrov
for the fate of the shack. where he haC
warmed himself SO often. relieved hi
hunger and known a kindly smile
With sorrow came remorse. He hat
t not done his part for the little home
He had not guarded as he ought. Ant
t he had helped by bringing rattlesnake
| which he had been told were to b
used for medicine-in the plot for it
destruction. When sorrow and re
morse had their turn a stronger pas
9 sion gnawed and racked him. 1t wa
: the yearning for reinstatement.
e Dwelling upon this, he became tw
2 Indians, and one of him opposed tn
e other They travelled separate trail
i trails that bent different ways. lik
. the horns of buffalo The trail to tn
: right was a ,warpath. 1t led him be
e hind his brothers, through the hole |
Y the stockade. For awhile he loitere6
9 loath to share in the work on tn
( bend Afterward he joined then