Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-05-03

We, of course had little faith in the theory
that the gold of which Wyandotte had spoken was
anything more than golden dream; but his words
had put the dream into our heads, and while did
not expect to gain anything from Wyandotte il
would cost us nothing to keep him, and there might
be more truth in the words uttered in his delirium
than we supposed. Therefore, very kind
to WyandOtte, partly because sorry for
him and liked the old fellow but chiefly because
the godbug had got into our bonnets. and we hoped
that the dream might by some wonderful stroke
OF fortune, become glorious reality.
TWO weeks after the Indian had come to our cabin,
deputy sheriff of the county rode up to our
door. Balser and / stretching pelts outside
the cabin, and Wyandotte was lying inside before
the fire. We were standing the door, which
Hello, boys said the deputy sheriff. Did
you hear about kaster's barn burning?'
Yes. heard about it, / answered. / knew
the sheriff hunting the Indian that sup
posed to have burned the barn, and knew he would
take Wyandotte if he saw him; / stepped TO the
door and partly closed it.
An Indian burned it, said the deputy sheriff.
l heard there up this way. Have you
a redskln proving about here!
'Balser who was always quick with answer, said,
No, we haven't an Indian proving about here
You notice he did not say he had not
Indian He said he had not seen proving about.
and he told the truth; for the Indian had not been
out of the cabin. We wanted to save Wyandotte.
because did not believe he had burned kasters
barn; but also wanted to win his gratitude for
the magic word gold ringing in ears, and
hoped to the secret from him if he had one
The deputy rode away, and we went into the
cabin
Did you hear what the deputy sheriff said
asked Baser.
~ hear. He want me. l no burn barn. an
swered Wyandotte.
II don't believe you burned the barn an
swered and if l can you from the clutches Of
these fellows, l mean to do it.
There long pause, and Wyandotte said,
Indian remember too. What you CALI He meant
to ask What is your name!
MY name is Tom Andy Bill Addison l
swered and this boys name is Balser Brent
- Tomand ybaddison, repeated the Indian,
it word. He remained silent for long time,
if thinking, and then spoke slowly, hestatingly.
l remember too; remember long time indians
memory for good comes again and again like the
rains in the spring and his memory for bad comes
like the lightning, not often but to kill. Tom
andybilladdison and Balserbrent been good
Indian. Indian to remember Maybe some
long day he pay back again-in gold, maybe
What is your name?' asked Balser.
Maybe Wyandotte; maybe other name.
not know, only maybe
Where is Wyandotte?' asked Baser
80 Here replied the Indian, pointing to the spot
which he stood.
-, But where is the place that you call the home
of Wyandotte Wyolyo? You spoke of 1t the other
night when you were sick said Balser.
oh, that sick talk. Sick Indian got sense
We did agree with him; but pushed the
matter further, knowing that questions
would put him his guard
The next Uncle Tom Andy Bill story, entitled The
Bear Fight the Snowdrft, will appear Sunday after