Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-09-02


hated: Of how b abused tAelf chill
Assn and how hey sail nothang. Then
10 described ths desd Of the three
boys, and The pathos In biz deep voice
% hs told Of the trib3s quick vengs'
arse caused ny throat b ache and thu
Ars . blur befose me-. What moro did
Ne WlAt1 We had spoiled their faith
In their Old gods, W had murdered
their men, We had forced creed upon
them whose teachers they did moi
waAt ssd yst for the death Of one Of
thsss thAy had wrsaksd Vengeance On
their own o6spring. Two they had
killed, and, although The other had -
capped. they would offer him % sac.
riAcs also. Surely that Wus enough!
when - had done our old man
stood up. Al. there WAS man for
you'll I'd have broken down or bun
slsd matters wretchediy. even though
Realised TINT on my words leaned the
faith and loyalty Of people. I knew
dinly that VIXEN hs sat down either
the Prince Of Wales men would be
loyal Americans warmed and cheered
By the sympathy Of the whites, Of sui.
len rsnsgades. imbittsred By the blood
u their people.
HE talked ~ q mother does TO her
children till the men shifted their skin
boots and hung their heads 50 that the
light might not glisten on their cheeks.
"Squaws crept up and sncircled Us,
their mettled reindeer parkas weird
and ghostlike In the darkness- With
them there was no dignity In st0icism
and they weps quietly. and yet,
threush It al. tho master was A. arm
q . rock. for the dignity Of the law
was in his hands.
IAN ask II the other boy bs con.
Guided. Bring him to ma, for hs must
answer to the white man.
AT thia thars was . murmur.
"'What win You do with himr Quss-
toned tho chief, and I saw that they
were afraid W would torture him.
When it was explained that hs would
be detained perhaps, but one 90 youns
could not merit death under tho whits
mans rule, an old hunter spoke:
".No! That IL not good law. We
are brothers to the white man. and
the boy must answer to our Law. Let
the guilty ones die. Leave this one
to ~, and We viii punish him.
Remember, he II only little one
said Healy, and now he was pleading
in his turn. Give him to me- But
the hunter shook his head doggedly,
and tho others murmured aeQuies
cence.
"'He must de- he said and patted
the stock Of his rife. When you re-
turn next the stain win be gone.'"
Ny friend relit his cigar and. eying
it speculativaly, went on In slow
words:
Sometimes I picture hating, half
starved Indian lad wandering there ali
alone among messy. barren hills, IN
exile from his home. an outlaw. hunt
ed and harried where he should have
been rocked in his mothers arms
Tears of hunger streak his weakened
little face, grown pinched and old and
gray, while his hands are bleeding
where he has dug for roots- The stain
Of berry Juice Is on his teeth. he
shivers weakly - the raw wind
searches through his rags. Each night
creeping to the mountain crest, be lie.
there on, the sharp stones and hear.
the faint sounds Of the village, strain
ing bis tired eyes through the dusk TO-
ward the place where he knows his
mother SITS.
but Lord! Think OF the gray mar
who took bis loaded rifle and went out
into tha bleak mists to save the Law
OF his fathers and the honor Of his
house! Think Of his returning silently
with only the deepened seams Of his
face limiting Of what he'd doney'
The gong Of the Broadway electric
brought me back out Of tho north
The lust for the elemental was spent
within me; the breath Of the great city
was sweet again In my nostrilA
II don't care to think Of it." said
and shuddsred.
'And he was the boys father said
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