The Washington herald., 1912-04-28
CHAPTER VII.
In LOEnn'E Camp.

L - have captured, and of that
I am right sorry" said voice familiar
to the ears of the adopted ward OF
Lord Fairfax. He is as swift as Wa
bun, the east wind, and as cool and
fearless as Mushe-mokwa, the Great
Bear"
Jack opened his eyes, which had
been bound with a covering of some
sort, and found himself propped up
against the side of huge pine tree in
a valley of the mountains. Before him
lay an Indian camp of considerable
size, and tiny fires sent their blue
wreaths of smoke into the early morn
ing air, while a number of warriors,
women, and children. gazed with looks
of evident hatred upon him. Only one
of all that hostile band smiled as his
eyes fell upon the helpless form of the
captive, and that was Logan, chief of
the Shawnees-the guide to the cavern
near the natural bridge.
1t was Waw-be-wawa who captured
him." spoke a young brave whose face
was Smeared with vermillion. Nor
was Napahwin (the spirit of sleep)
lowering over, for he was creeping like
ojeeg (the fisher weasel) toward the
horses. and was well armed. All! 1t
was Waw-be-wawa who leaped upon
him like a panther and bore him to
the ground, while it was | who clasped
my hand upon his mouth so that 1t
would not wake Kenue (the Great War
Eagle) who lay, as always, with his
rife ready for firing
:. IL, ,,,I
you, too, did well, o Waw-be-wawa,
is your intention concerning him :"
We will burn him." shouted the one
who had first spoken.
Yes, burn him. Burn him!
screamed the women and children.
Nay not so fast" said Logan.
What is it that this paleface has done
TO you? Has he killed any OF our peo-
pie? That we know not. Has he tres
passed into the country allotted us by
the great white father That we know
not Has he robbed US Of our pos
sessions7 Has he killed from the great
herd of bison, which are now roaming
toward the land of the Mingoes? That
we know not, also. Pray, why would
you give Soan-ge-taha into the hands
of Pauguk (death) :"
The vernillion-painted warrior shook
. his fist angrily at the stolid chief. He
is a paleface." he shouted. And his
brothers killed my father at the fight
ing by the great stockade. Revenge
must be taken for my parents life"
Ugh! Ugh! Kill him! Kill him! !"
chimed in the women, children, and the
other warriors.
But Logan lifted a hand, as if to
quell the disturbance, and said, with
earnestneSs:
Nay, ye cannot prove that he has
killed any one in our great fight at the
stockade. Besides, it was our people
who were the aggressors. Nay, for
that one cannot put an end to this boys
life"
81 demand it! He is my prize!"
shouted Wa-be-wawa with uncontrolled
anger, and advancing upon the chief
with his hand upon his knife, How
dare you keep my prize from me after
] and Wah-wah-tayse have brought him
through the forest for these many
miles? l appeal to the tribe" he con-
tinued, turning toward the now excited
band. Should not this paleface be-
long to me?"
''Ughl Ughl YesP they shouted.
Then l will have him." said Waw-
be-wawa, walking toward Jack with
his hands outstretched
Stand back" called Logan, sternly.
Should you touch the boy it will go
III with you"
As he spoke, a deep growl of thun-
der echoed across the horison, and, as
the great chief raised his hand omin-
ously, sharp fash of lightning zig
ragged through the dark sky.
"Hark, youl Listen!" continued the
Shawnee chieftain- at is Annemekee
who speaks. It is Waywassin who an
swers, and they say that the great
chiefs word among his own shall not
be transgressed by those of less age
and experience"
Another fierce fash of lightning
crossed the heavens, while deafening |
peal of thunder roared loudly from the |
inly blackness above.
What the great chief has spoken,
let no man question" cried one of the
women Allow the paleface to go with |
the chief to his own tent and he will
then receive kind treatment"
Yes, yes, allow Soan-ge-taha to 60"
shouted great many. So the two
braves who had made the capture
walked suilenly to their own tents J