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The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
The Land of Promise

To the settlers of America along the eastern coast Kentucky became, after it's exploration-after the wanderings there of Daniel Boone-the land of prom ise. the Garden of Eden, the desired land.
 The Dorado of the Spanish, with It's cities of gold, it's highways paved with diamonds and rubies. was not moro captivating to the mind of Sir Walter Raleigh than was the Kentucky of the Indians with it's ever blooming forests and fertile fields to the imagination of the colonlsts 100 years after.
 When the war of the American revoli- ton was over there swept to the vest ward a swarm of pioneers and adven- turers, mostly from Virginia, who made, in 16 years after the first blockhouse was built in the wilderness" Kentucky into a state of the federal union.
 It was at first called the District of Kentucky and posts, manned and com mapded by militia, were stationed at distant intervals to guard the hunting grounds of 100 Indian tribes.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Frontier Hospitality

A deep affection had sprung up be- tween Roland and Edith, and the young captain felt that 1t was his duty to see her bestowed safely in the home os some branch of the family-and hoped that eventually he might make her his wife.
 Some relatives, settled at the Falls of the Ohio-now Louisville-wrote to invite the distressed maiden to mako her home with them, and thither Was Roland escorting her when he came upon the rude fort of Col. Bruce.
 Needless to say all that the fort could afford in the way of hospitality was at once placed at the disposal of Ro- land Forester.
 At the station there was a wild-look ing, sensitive girl working upon the porch where Bruce and Forester sa, and talked.
 Upon hearing the name of Capt Ro- land Forester she had started up sud denly and then quietly resumed her work.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Roaring Ralph

While they were talking came into the courtyard man who called himself Roar. ing Ralph Stackpole. He was of power. ful and athletic build, and was a no- torious horse thief.
 Though-as he confined most of his in- dustry in that line to running off the horses of the Indians, in fact had killed three Indians single handed in a fight. he was partially condoned by the set. tiers.
 The Regulators-a sort of vigilance com mittee-always were on guard how ever, when Roaring Ralph was about He was a man who couId not withstand temptation and might mistake-in fact, had done so once or twice-a white man s horse for an Indians.
 Glad to see you, cunnel," said Roar ing Ralph, lowing to Bruce, and same to you, stranger-whats the news from old Virginny? Stranger, my name is Roaring Ralph Stackpole and I'm a ring tailed squealer."
 Then, Nr. Ralph Stackpole, the ring tailed scquealer' replied Roland, disen- gazing the hand which Roaring Ralph had grasped, be so good as to pursue your business without taking any further notice of me-
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Roaring Ralnh's Rescne

But 1t was not the red man of hte wilderness that they came upon. It was Roaring Ralph Stackpole. And Ralph was yelling for help.
 In faith he needed it! He was stand ing upon the back of the pony which he had stolen. under great tree Around his neck was a rope fastened to d limb of a tree, and Roaring Ralph s arms were securely pinioped behind him. The party from the fort which had gone after him had left him thus, and had not Ralph possessed peculiar power over hcrses and pony would have long since been off-and Ralph would have been a dead one.
 Edith was frantic at the distressing sight and begged that her brother rescue the man at once. This was done. though Roland had good mind to leave the man where he was-and Ralph swore eternal devotion to Miss Forester and her brother.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
With a Single Guide

For just before they started, a lbreathless messenger came riding in, crying out, as soon as he could gather
 wind: There are thousand lndians, Col. Bruce, Shawnees, Delawares, Wy landots. Miamis-all tribes of the north laying siege to Bryants station, and,
 perhaps, by this time they are burning and murdering in Lexington
 s"Men, Col Bruce, send all your mon without a moments delay; and send off for Logan and his forces; dispatch someone who can ride-for I can sit a horse no longer
 All was now hustle and preparation at the fort Roland, seeine-that the escort which the colonel had s.etailed for him wished rather to go with their com rades to battle, declared that he would not weaken the forces and that single guide would be sufficient for him. With this guide, and the faithful ne gro. Emperor, who 1.ways attended him. he and his cousin would push on Itowarc the Falls. No scout had brought news of hostile Indians being in the way that led thither and he might soon rejoin the party of Virginians with whom he had arrived at the station.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Pushing On

The next morning Roland's bloodet horse, Brown Briareus, was missing. Sc was Ralph Stackpole and pony.
 A party which had been sent out by Col onel Bruce before Roland was awake after the horse thief, soon returned will Brareus. whom they said, they had found loose upon the trail.
 The party had been led by young Ton Bruce-and he and all his men professed ignorance of what had become of Roar. ing Ralph and the pony.
 Meantime Roland, unwilling to delay ths departure of the party with whom he had been travelling. had bade them push on saying he would overtake them later. SC the immigrants pushed on, their owf armed force and some soldiers furnished by Colonel Bruce being sufficient to as sure them of safety to their destination A storm delayed the departure of Roland and Edith, and by the time they were ready for the road 1t had become one O great peril.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Braxley's Villainy

Listen. Captain" replied Doe. "Wher your uncle died l was placed by Brax- ley in charge of the old mans natural daughter. supposed to be heiress under the will which Braxley produced.
 ''The child died. And then Braxley proposed that he should marry my daugh- ter and that I should swear that she was the child named in the will He could rrove that the old mans natural child had been placed under my care and had been carried by me to Kentucky
 But 1 was John Atchkinson once-an honest man of old Augusta-and by G., could not commit my daughter to the care of such a villain as Braxley. So left her with Bruce at the station.
 And when Braxley found that you and Miss Edith were coming into the wilder ness 1 proposed another plan to him-that he marry Miss Edith, and l made terms for him with the Indians. Oh, I am a rascal all right.
 But, captain. l love my daughter-and you are square man and a gentleman. Marry her and you and Miss Edith will be liberated.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Exiles in the Wilderness

It was on an August afternoon Of iI22 and the sun was still blazing upon the rude palisades and the equally rude cabins of one of the principal stations in Lincoln county, when a long train of omigrants from Virginia, issuing from the southern forest, wound it's way over the clearing and among the waving maize fields to the principal gate of the station.
 These exiles were already in the leart of the Land of Promise and within view of the hayens where they were to end their wanderings.
 In the company were about 15O people of all sorts and conditions of men and women. About 30 of the party were well armed though, in some cases, boys of II yes, in one case of only 12-bore rifles and handled them as if they were accus- toned to the duty.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
The Price of Liberty

The man held before Hollands eyes an attested will-the last of the tory squire which read as Doe had said.
 "To what does this tend.' exclaimed Roland, what vs1ld you with me? What is the price of my liberty and the liberty of my cousin?'
 well, you must marry my gal"
 Mary your girl? What do you mean? ??
 My gal, Tellie Doe. I can liberate you-I am practically an Indian now and know the ropes. Is, it a bargain?
 For the liberation of my cousin and for my own life I would be willing to sacrifice my worldly possessions. Your daughter and you I will make rich. But ask me not impossibiities.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
! Nick's Vengeance

s'The chief lies,p replied Nathan, ne would not dare to face the Jibbenainosayl It is easy to talk with bound prisoner, But cut me loose from my bands, and will bring the Jibbenainosay before you. You dare not face him"
 The taunt had it's effect; the chief cut the bonds of the prisoner.
 Nathan sprang to his feet and with a wild savage laugh and wild, insane .gleam in his eyes cried out Look, thee hast thy wish!" t3 |, And with leap that was rather the spring of rancorous wolf than of q human creature, he clutched the Black yulture by the throat with one hauc, while with the other he tore the iron tomahawk from his grasp, bore him to earth and buried the weapon again and arain in the Indians brain.
 Then snatching the knife from the belt of the dead chief he took the scalp of Wenonga and. tearing down from the pole the bunch of scalps of which he and yhe chief had been speakng-the scalps of his own wife and children treacherously slaughtered years before in return for much lSindness-the frenzied man broke through the sides of the wigwam and dis appeared into the darkness of the night with wild whoop.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Imnortant News

Nathan had the most important news it was that large war party of Miami Indians mad gathered and were march ing on the settlements.
 The others scoffed at him. Weekly he exchanged his skins for powder and ball and, with his lame horse and his little dog, went away again into the forests.
 The women of the party filled the rooms of the house and the men slept upon the porch-Roland among them.
 In the middle of the night he started wake thinking that he heard voice close to his ear say: Gross the river by the lower ford there is danger at the upper"
 He sat up and looked around, but saw no one save his sleeping companions. Strange things-dreams.' he thought and went to sleep again.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Brnther Medicine Men

Nathan looked up to the tent pole of the wigwam and saw hanging there d dried bundle of sealps-the scalps of q woman and four children.
 Yes" said Wenonga following his eyes, you know? Well, the Quakers or Pennsylvania were good to my people, but the hearts of my people were soft,
 My heart is the heart of warrior. slew the wife and children Of the Quaker and there are their scalps. am a great warrior
 And now a white devil has come into my country and. though l once had sons and grandsons, l now have none. The Jibbenaiosay has slain them-slain them in my own village, some in my own wig wam. There are none left.
 My brother Is q great medicine man. Show me the Jibbenainosay and he shall live would fight the white mans S devil"
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
At the Stake


 Edith forgot for moment even hf fears of Braxley-nay, c1ung to him fd protection.
 Bound to two strong posts near tf1 council house Edith saw two men. thel arms bound high above their heads, circle of brushwood, prairie grass an other combustibles heaped around then while a dozen savage hands were tear ing their garments from them and tn wife of the. dead chief was already a tempting to fire the pile with a burnin brand.
 One captive was Ralph Stackpole-th other was Roland Forrester-her unfoi tunate kinsman. the friend of her yout and her lover of more mature years-ht all!
 Edith gave a shrielx. and became ir sensible, while Braxley put spurr t his horse and dashed away with his bur den.
 The tortures of the captives was begun But it was destined not to last long. Tn yell of triumph of the Indians as tn flames started was yet resounding owe the valley when it was answered b the crack of at least 50 rifes-sharp ra ting and deadly, like the war note of tn rattlesnake.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
The Renegade

This cry of Nathan's disturbed the sleep of many warriors. but such sounds in disorderly hamlet of barbariane were too common to create alarm or uneasi- ness and the wary and the tirnid took themselves again to their sleep. while the corpse of their chief stiffened upon the floor of his wigwam.
 While all this was taking place in the tepee of Wenonga another act of the tragedy was being enacted in the hut to which Roland Forester had been taken a prisoner.
 A mana white man. but dressed in Indian garb-entered the hut It was the renegade who called himself Richard Doe.
 Roland had seen him fighting with the Indians when the captains party had been made captive. Roland ordered him from his presence.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
In the Nick of Time

Then came a mighty hurrah of whit mems voices, and intos the village cam dashing a body of mounted militia d least 100 strong. their horses covered witt foam and staggering with exhaustion, ye still urged on by their riders.
 The whole scene, for the Indians, wa converted into one, of amazement am terror Other rifles cracked, and tn Indians sought to fly.
 But behind the charging cavalry. wer other troops, mounted and on foot com ing in and surrounding the village.
 The burning wood was scattered iron around the oaptYes and they were re leased to take part in the fight-or, rathe in what had now become a process of ex termination.
 It was Nathan who cut the bonds O Roland-and he did it with the toma hawk of Wenonga. On one side of Ma than's girdle he wore the scalps of hi wife and children and on the other tn still bleeding scalp of the Black Vulture
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14

grappled. With an exhibition of strength which was marvellous for one apparently so. old Nathan threw the blusterer over his back and stood the horse thief on his head in the middle of the parade.
 At first they thought Roaring Ralph was dead-for his fall had made him in- sensibls. But he soon revived and. shaking hands with Nathan, declared frankly that he had had the worst of it. Then all began to talk about Indians of the reappearance of the Jibbenainosay and the number of dead Indians wnicn /. had been found of late lying in forest glades bearing the fatal mark of Nick of- the- M pods.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Would Meet the Evil Spirit

It is a singular thing. but the shadow of insanity-the unearthly look in the eyes which comes and goes with those on the borderland of reason, and the affiiction of the disease of epilepsy, whether in medicine man of the Indian wlgwam or the Pythian priestess upon her tripod. seem ever tc have been sup posed through all civilizations and in all ages as the exemplars of the ex- pression of prophetic fury and a power to pierce beyond the veil.
 Where is the ibbenainosay?" cried the chief in a fury. He Is devil and 1 will kill him. You are great medicine man; show me the Jibbenainosay and you shall be a great chief; Wenonga will make you his son and you shall be a Shawnee
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Passions of the Mob

Do I not tell you 1 come to sa' you o. said Braxley.'
 And without another word he grasp the half-fainting girl, bore her from u hut and sprang with her upon saddle horse which stood nearby. ! The whole population of the villai was now assembled, old and youn strong and feeble, all agitated alike those passions which, when let loose .niob,s whether civilized or savage, q most enforces the conviction that the is something essentially demonic in u human character and composition.
 As is indeed the earth of which ma is framed had been gathered only aft 1t had been trodden by the foot of u Prince of Darkness.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Too Great a Price

T shall be content, then, when I know that Tellie Is in your keeping. There s not better gal ia the eternal world, captain. Come, think of it.. Either that or the fire torture tomorrow.
 ''You do not know, captain, that Tellie ran all sorts of risks and played fool tricks to keep you from this captivity which you are now suffering. Come, be reasonable.
 As to this will, captain, Braxley brought 1t with him to these regions ana 1t was stolen from him by the Nick of the Woods-stolen, by sings, while Brax- ley slept ifi ain Indian hdt-tiie jibseiisi it'- say is a slick one. But I found It on oiu Nathan when he was captured yesterday and took it myself.
 T have my suspicious. captain as u who the Jibbenainosay is. Now, captaih' marry my daughter"
 You are testing" replied Roland gravely
 You won't have her, then?
 You are mad, l tell you; TX your own terms as to money-but marry her l neither can nor will
 You've said the word and that enough, replied Decor rather Atchkin- son-and left the hut.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Challenge to a Fight

Ralph went out into the parade and began shouting and gyrating in a man ner in which in any other person would have made the men seize him as insane. But they knew that the only thing Ralph wanted was a fight or a wrestle-sol sim ply laughed at his antics.
 As Roaring Ralph went leaping and she uting about there came into the pa- rsde tall, gaunt man. leading a lame horse and carrying a pack of skins The man wore the leather garments of the frontiersman and his face looked worn and weary
 His eyes were cast down. and, though of a mild expression, had in them some thing which would have told to the alienist that. behind them, lurked in. sanity of some type.
 Here comes the Quaker. the man who won't f1ght-Bloody Nathan the crowd shouted. Here's your man, Roaring Ralph
 Ralph began to poster the Quaker, threw his skins about the square and challenged him to 'come on" meek looking little dog ran before the wander ing Quaker
 "I do not mind trying friendly bout with thee" at length said Nathan.
 A Blustefer Defeated
 The two men mt their guns aside and
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Tom Bruce a Victim

In the fight the renegade Doe or Atcil- inson was killed. Almost the only fatality upon the white mans side was the death of young Tom Bruce who worn out with the exertions he had made to gather troops and ride to the rescue of Edith and her brother, was not able to sustain the effects of his wounds
 Rolards first thought after his libera- ton was for Edith.
 What was his astonishment, when the tumult had died down a little. to see fardor Dodge. mounted upon the very horse from which he had been swept at the ford, and holding in his arms an ap- partition which blinded the Virginiar' s eyes to every other obtect-it was Edith Forrester who, extending her own arms as Roland rushed to meet her. leaped to his embrace with wild cries of delight.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
A Chance for Life

His little dog Peter came creeping in under the edge of the wigwam, and un- derstanding Nathan's words and gestures apparently, tried to gnaw his master loose.
 But before this could be accomplished into the wigwam strode Wenonga- the Black Vulture. It was the chiefs own wigwam which he had turned into a tenn porary prison for Nathan.
 q am Wenonga great Shawnee chief. have fought the Lons-knives and drunk their blood: when they hear my voice they are afraid and run--they run howl-
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Captiyes

The rest of the party were captured, in spite of a hard fight and taken to the village of the Indian chief. Wenonga, the Black Vulture. Even Nathan and stack pole mad been gathered in when the .ull account of prisoners was made to the chief.
 The Quaker, Nathan, was an epieptic, and as he had had fit or two after his capture the Indians looked upon him with awe-he was conjurer-a medicine man, .
 Wenonga came to see the captive in the wgwam where he had been laid bound with many leather thongs. In vain had Nathan tried to free himself by an excr- tion of his gigantic strensth-but 1t was useless.
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stantly villfied-and she would will ingly serve Miss Forester.
 Edith asked the girl if she were not well treated. She had nothing to com- plain of as to that.
 Then she had better stay where she was. A long and dangerous journey was before the immigrants-she would not take Terie with her. The strange girl withdrew sobbing.
 While this was taking place in the chamber of, the tired Edith, another scene had been enacted in the parade, or country yard of the fort
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Tho Dead Chief Discovered

From an uneasy sleep, into which. not witbstanding his sufferings of mind and bad,. Roland had at last fallen, he was aro,,sed at break of day by horrible clamor. which suddenly arose in the vil- lage.
 A shrill scream which semed to come from a female voice was hrst heard; then Inc wild we'll from the lungs of warrior, which was caught up and repeated by other voices, until the whole town re- sounded with shrieks, dismal and thrilling. and expressed astonishment. mingled with fear and horror changing into shouts of rage and wild passion.
 The dead chief had been discovered by his squaw, and the whole party of h.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Nick Rnams no More

Tn the bosom of the dead renegade. Doe they found the last will of Roland's uncle Roland and Edith returned to Virginia where they were married and took pos- session of their great estates.
 The grant of land which Roland had received In. Kentucky for his services in the war of the revolution and the lands to which he had taken out ''patents" he divided between Roaring Ralph Stackpole and Colonel Bruces sole surviving son. Dick.
 Roaring Ralph cultivated and cleared his land for short time--then squandered his possessions and drifted down the Mis- sissippi to New Orleans, where he died still Roaring Ralph.
 But Dick Bruce became great landed proprietor and married Tellie Doe-with whom he had long been in love.
 Pardon Dodge, in spite of Roland's of fer to give him a farm in Virginia, re- mained in Kentucky fighting Indians to the last.
 As for Nathan. he refused all en- treaties to go with Roland to the Old Dominion, and departed with his little dog into the wilderness to the north.s
 Nothing further was ever heard of him, but no more did the Jibbenainosay haunt the forests and scare the savaees of Kentucky.
 Next weeks one page classic will be "The Wifes Revenge" by Giovanni Boc. cassie.
 Copyright. 1912. by Irving EJpg9
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
The Tables Turned

f'The Jibbenainosay yelled the Indlana in terror as they saw him.
 The fight was soon over and few of the Indians escaped their fate.
 Among those who had come with the troops to the rescue was Pardon DodgeI who had not been drowned at the fordl but had, almost miraculousiy, escaped and had found his way to the nearest station to tell of the peril of Roland and his companions.
 The< troops had been quickly gathered and had met on their way Nathan, whd guided them directly to the village.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
The Missing Will

'Well, now" replied Doe. fin the first place. I am a rascal But I have much to say to you. You and your people-that is, the men-will be burned tomorrow at the stake unless you do as I say. am the man that can free you.
 You thought that your uncle, the old tory, made a will leaving everything to his natural daughter. So he did. But
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-04-14
Tellie Does Request

That night this girl-who was known as Tellie Doe-came to the chamber of Edith and begged that she might be taken into her service.
 She was. she said, the daughter of man who had turned Iniun" and it was only the kindness of Bruce that al- lowed her to stay where she vas But in the fort she heard her father con-