Mansfield mirror. (Mansfield, Wright County, Mo.) 1908-1957, 1914-04-30

wnen the redskins made him run the
gauntlet. The ugly cur ought to be
skinned alive!"
I've heard all that" replied when
he stopped, his eyes blazing angrily.
But two wrongs ley made a right,
men. He came here voluntarily as a
messenger. The tribes are In council
at Sandusky and sen him. That is
why l stood in his defense against you.
We must learn what word he brings.
II he were killed on such a mission
every Indian in the northwest would
feel called upon to avenge his death.
1t would mean raids and warfare the
whole length of the Ohio; 1t would
mean the murder of women and chill.
dren; the burning of homes. and all
the horrors of Indian warfare for years
to come. There is only q fringe Of
white settlers on this side Of the
river. Brady, and a mere handful 81
soldiers to defend them. We cannot
afford to have war, we are not ready
Ready? rot! l am for going in now,
an finishing the job. This new gov
eminent policy Of strokin' those devils
on the back, makes me sick. That amt
the way we cleaned up Kentucky"
Easier said than done, Brady. This
isn't Kentucky, and the conditions are
different. Those were hunters and
backwoodsmen who took possession Of
that land to the south. They came
alone, on foot, rife in hand, fighting
men every one. That was their trade.
These settlers who have come in
north Of the Ohio are Of a different
breed; they have brought wives and
children with them, and have come to
till the land. They are not hunters
and woodsmen; half Of them
even saw an Indian. They would be
as helpless as babes on a wal trail.
st. Clair and Harmar are doing the
best they can under such conditions.
They have got to compromise; they
don't dare provoke war. The In
dams and the British know this is
true; Girty knows 1t, or he
would have ventured to come in here
what is it, Faulkner"
The sergeant, a short, stocky fellow
saluted stifly.
The compliments Of General Har-
mar, sir. and would you come to his
office"
Very we'll. sergeant, as soon as l
a slip outo of these hunting clothes.
Am l right. Brady?"
Maybe So" he admitted reluctant,
ly, but that amt my style O. handling
Injuns. I reckon we'll hang round
boys, till we see what's comm
out O. this yer message bearin'. I'd
sur like to be in any fracas whar I
could get a slam at that hound O. hell"
1t required but a few moments for
me to shift my hunting suit for a suit
able uniform, and this accomplished, ]
hurried across the parade to the office.
The orderly admitted me at once. Cen
eral Harmar was alone, sitting beside
a small writing table, and began ques-
tioning me the instant l appeared.
Close the door, Mr.. Hayward. Now.
sir, what Is 1t that Just happened out
side the gate? Fighting with some of
my scouts, | understand, over a fell
low you brought in with you? l pre-
sumo there was some cause for this
unseemly QUARREL"
There was, General Harmar," ! re-
piled, standing cap in hand.
He leaned back in his chair, drum
ming with one hand on the table, his
stern eyes on my face.
Then make your report, sir"
I went over the events Of the past
few hours rapidly, but clearly. and
there was no interruption until | ceas-
ed to speak.
who did you say the man was?"
Simon Girty, sir. That was the
name he gave me, and Brady recog-
nized him at once"
What is his mission? Did he say?"
Not a word, sir, except that he rep
resented the tribes, and bore a mes.
sage from Hamilton"
Think you he lied? Is his purpose
to learn our strength and position?"
mo, sir, l think not" / replied sob
erly. There was no necessity; be-.
yond doubt they know that already.
| do lot think the fellow would dare
come other than he said: he Is not Of
that breed"
He walked back and forth across
the room, his hands clasped, his head
bent in thought. He was a iorid-
s.ood oayily.hu man. his GtaD