The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1913-10-30
Continued from last week.

Continued from last weekly
John Weston, the Indians and
myself, walked tothe cliff, tool
one last look at the bodies be
low and as we turned to 60 back t
the Trading Post, there under a bic
willow tree stood Silver Fawn and
Chetoka; as we neared them, Chetoka
walked out in front of us with hands
raised to the heavens and said:
wicked men gone: no come back.
More come, no, good pale face stay;
Chetoka love pale face man. Big
Chief gone, Good Spirit take him
away, he no come back; he say Che
toka no have Silver Fawn, Good
Spirit say yes; Good Spirit calls-hear
him, hear him,
He stood there for a moment and
motioned us to 90, and the sun sank
for the first time on the old mission
freed from the menancing traders.
Chetoka and Silver Fawn wendell
their way through thickets, walking
by rocks and rills, until they had
reached the bluffs.
had an instruction that something
was going to happen that could be
evaded, and after we had reached the
Trading Post and every one about
had been told of the victory and each
one had gone to his home, hurried
for the bluff. The air was cool, Au-
tumn landscape had changed into
barren waste, the dew and frost had
left the leaves damp and moist,
and as l went across hollow and fen,
in shade and shadow, new life came
into my blood seemingly, and ran
like deer. imagined l was wild
animal, went by leaps and bounds,
the silent, solitary, somber and dis
NAL surroundings had vanished and
the sky which seemed an ashy, dull
and dusky tinge of gloom, had bright
ened and shone as shimmering, in
flux of stainless splendor.
was nearing the river, why l ran
i knew not, the incentive was be-
yond human thought. l reached the
bank of the Usage and my eyes be-
gan to search the sky line above me
at Lovers Leap. As my eyes be-
came more accustomed to the light
above and as objects from the waters
edge to the top of the rock began to
mould into multitude of monOtonous
forms, saw two objects on top of
this rock. I knew not why | had
come, l suspected some grave disas-
ter and pictured in my sub-conscious
mind the going out of two lives at
the top of yonder cliff. Thoughts
came thick and fast, / will 60 to
them, and with second thought,
called to them and signaled them to
stay until l came across. They left
the place and walked back to Signal
Rock. crossed the river and went
to them. Twas tired and weak from
my race against time and it was some
time before l could explain my mis-
sion. had faint instructive insight
into what Chetoka had said about
''Great Spirit, say yes" and I knew
what other humanity thought where
love had cast its captivating net about
its victims, that until death do us
part" But l knew the Indians had
different views on the subject, as the
Happy Hunting grounds was the
place where all would be united and
mated as those who love in sense
If pure souled alteration and affec-
ion and seemingly in my weak HUI
nan feeble way, tried to fathom the
bought that they were taking rapid
strides to that end.
The day was far spent, the stiffness
lad become a lingering, lettering,
silence. The clouds t
fitted, the stars peeped out one by I
me, and thousands by thousands, t
seemingly million eyes as eyes, '
troopers came through the azure b
ale to witness the onecoming crisis. g
The misty fog had risen from the n
liver as if touched by magic wand, t
nd moved farther away across the Il
pacious landscape and was trans Y
erred into endless nothingness. l il
ost all Of my desire for worldly a
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