Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-10-01

TIE youn W ,man looked at him
impressed by the kindness Of his
false words.
"I thank thee" she said; "but I
shall not stay here long. In seven
days, or maybe ten. my father leaves
for the winters hunting, and I go
with him. Oh! the sight Of this
place where have had such happi-
ness Is more than can bearl l
shall be Of use to his wife, and can
help him who Is old. Some traps 1
can attend, and set snares and pre-
pare pelts, as I have done since l
was q child"
Curran sought to dissuade her
from this purpose, saying that she
must not go away, for provisions In
plenty, and all that she might need
would be hers for the asking. When
Ameou shook her head firmly he
sought to influence her with other ar
gument.
"The child is son the Yellow Hair,
who was a white man. His father
would have wanted the boy to be
brought up as are the sons Of the
whites. knowing many things that
are not in thy mind. Therefore, he
should be kept here where there are
white people and grow up as man
Of that race"
"He has no father now" cried
Ameou. "He is my child, and will
follow the life Of my own people! ]
am again but one Of the Indians that
are here today and gone tomorrow!
The man who might have taught him
other ways is dead"
"There are othe rs who may teach
him" exclaimed Curran. 81 shall,
myself, be at pains to do so, later on,
seeking to take the place Of his fs-
ther whom loved. will show him
the ways Of white people"
"The ways Of white peopleW cried
the young mother. "They have
some that are evil, as surely
know"
She was looking intently at him
with big, frank eyes. Probably she
had meant exactly what she had
said, but Curran was uneasy be-
cause, like all men Of his kind, he
was ever wondering how much 9TH
ers might suspect.
Therefore he could make no an
swer. He merely nodded his head
In a manner that might have signi-
fled anything, and went away slowly
with his hands in his pockets, trying
to look unconcerned.
A few moments later he chanced
to see the old chief, Nimissuts, sit
ting on the ground and sharpening
an axe with small file which is
one of the northern Indians most
valued treasures, Curran strolled
over to him and sat on the river
bank beside him.
"Thy daughter tells me that she
is going to follow thee in the
woods, Nimissuts," he said.
The old chief looked at him for a
moment and nodded, for he was not
man Of many words.
"Thou and thy family have lived
well, without much thought of all
the help thy daughter caused thee to
have" said the agent.
1T was according to the word
given by Lorimer Yellow HAIR" re-
piled the old man quietly.
"True, but now that Yellow Hair
Is dead it will not be so easy. Thou
art old and unable to hunt. Many
years ago no one else could compare
with. thee in setting traps and bring
Ing In great loads Of pelts. This
ySo' thy NUM- was HOI large, ana
other men did better by far"
when man grows DID," said the
chief quietly, "the younger ones
overtake him. 1t has always been
thus"
"But there is no reason for thy
toiling much longer" said Curran,
looking at the tobacco he was cut
ting for his pipe. "Yet if thou art
not wise the day will come when
thou shalt not come back to thy tent,
and maybe in another year thy bones
may be found on thy trapping line,
where in some blizzard thou had to lie
down and let death overtake thee.
Then the women of thy household
will be left alone without a man,
while thy wife's and daughters
young ones will know the great
hunger"
The old man wrs becoming inter-
ested, for all thi, roundabout talk
was just what he deemed proper be-
tween men before approaching the
real matter in hand.
He was shrewd and continued to
ply his file without appearing to pay
much attention.
There was an interval of silence.
Curran puffed at pipe, also SEEM
ing nightly unconcerned.
"Hast thou thol ght of these wo-
men and children?" he asked after
a time.
"Strong, able women are they"
said the old man. feeling the edge Of