The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1913-10-02

and were soon engaged in heated
conflab about some great German
Doctors and scientific discoveries, as
their talk was all Dutch to me.
One of the younger Indians raised
himself up about half mast and in a
few moments he actually stood up on
his feet, turned around and looked
straight at me and commenced to
mutter something that sounded like:
Give me a chaw terbaccer. Just
thought: "You Dutch Indian, if l
had it you could have it, because
the way that fellow looked was
enough to make you run a mile and
get him quarters worth of good,
old "Star plug" He was a friendly
sort of a chap and nice to have
around, as you didn't have to wait on
him; he would just help himself to
anything that he wanted, which was
perfectly satisfactory to me, as l
knew he would be just the same all
the time.
had turned around and was look
ing for few pegs which we had
whitfield out to use in fastening the
logs together around the windows
and doors, when this old Mr.. Chief
Help Yourself took my old hat off
my head, look at it moment and
went from me, taking the hat with
him. decided that l would go over
where this bunch of night owls were
sitting around the big camp fire and
slap one or two of them to sleep. 1t
wasn't but just second until I had
arrived at another decision that beat
the first one about SO per cent Ide-
cided to stay where was.
l was sorry that l had even an evil
thought about them and was glad
that didn't walk over and slap seven
or eight of them into the fifth day of
the next Fourth of July.
Dugraw,- little French
half-breed, was around our camp
that evening and seemed to act as
though he was not just exactly salts
fled with us as newcomers. Sever
al days I had seen him standing at a
distance talking to some of the In
dams and pointing toward us. After
wards we found out he was trying to
influence them against us.
The next day three or four of us
had walked down to Papinsville, the
old trading post, and this little half
breed was there and was very much
absorbed in some kind of CONVEX
sation with several of the other
French traders and Indians. He had
been seen in the evening down by
the river watching an Indian girl who
was walking up and down the river
bank, chanting some Indian love
song. The rythmn was something
like the Rosary, seemingly a tune
which expressed longing of the
heart as even the Indian has. AS we
stood and looked across the still,
clear water and saw the Indian beauty
we could not refrain from the belief
that Dumot Dugraw was in love with
her. Who wouldn't be!
There she stood, queen ofqueens,
tall, beautifully tall, with the trimness
Of a young pine and with limbs full
rounded. She fairly tingled with the
of nature and of what we
would call perfect womanhood. Her
shadowing brow, over which hung a
profusion of long straight, black hair,
held in place two bright, shifting,
eagle eyes, which seemed to throw
beams Of alluring and bewitching
light in all directions, denoting the
strong, natural, prepossessing per-
hidden in the body and soul
Of the Usage Indian girl.
Dumot stood and watched her for
A long time and not until she had
vanished from sight beyond the old
pine bluffs did he change his gaze.
He watched her and for her until the
,un had sunk behind the clouds and {
he western horizon. Turning around j
1e muttered, as near as we could I'M I
lerstand, 81 will have re maiden, eff {
have to pay re Indian ten thousand l
This was the first time had seen
he Indian girl but l had heard some p,
# our party at the Mission speak of t
Ter beauty, and strong, masterful,
L. L. r