The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-12-18
One Hundred Years Old and Behind the Times,
Big Chief Harry Has Never Seen Civilization

Los ANGELES. Cal. Dec. ls.-Big
Chief Harry is 100 years behind the
times. That's all the name he has
just big Chief Harry"
His home is on the Farringto
ranch in the Deep Spring valley, be-
tween the Inyo and White mountains.
Harry" Is an Indian who has never
soon railroad train. an automobile.
moving picture or any other mod
ern miracle.
Travellers from Los Angeles try to
tell him about them. He listens With
an agreeable smile, but Il Is only too
evident that within himself he Is say
ing:
This paleface ljeth He openeth
his lips and the falsehoods tumble
froLl them. yea, even as the drops or
water from the heavens In the years
OF the Great Floods, He mocketh mo
but will harken in silence, as becom-
eth the noble red man Verify. the
liar is clever! His imagination leap
eth like the gazelle from height TO
height, 1t soareth like the buzzard on
a windy day. Does he thipk me a
prattlings? Ha-ha!"
Harry Is 100 ears old. he has b
wife and relatives
The creates; event In lis tile. as
nearly as be Gsn '"inelnbar was the
coming OF pEohng.A.u 20 he For
rington haciel 4, ,f,r FgrinatHn
had tried IN W., q, ItIry some
idea OF the IA A!I,. 80 80 His
nterh on "a
whimsical smile s,,-huy raised
eyebrow.
So one wac -. -. the wilder
ness. an onr -, 40 sound OF
male quarter sing, e. gtime issued
from the Fa-r.Egt"i. ',nbse and came
to the ears % rs i1Ilan
silent shadow rose suddenly
among them
II was Big CHEZ harry.
He pressed his nose fat against
the window screen and glared In at
the monograph. Then, still noiseless
as wrath he slipped indoors and
inspected the machine at closer range.
A quick step backward he took, then
fed from the house as II the fiend
were at his heels. Despite his weight
OF 100 years he made good time down
the path toward his own rude domi-
cile and there sulked, like Achilles in
his tent, until the photograph was
brought to his shelter and made. to
perform in the hot sunshine. where
the brilliant light of day seemed good
insurance against the evil doings of
spooks.
When an Indian war dance record
was played, Big Chief Harry's aged
body swayed, his eyes cleaned, he
rose and circled around his house.
stepping high. bending forward until
his forehead almost touched the long
grass.
II seemed that the music had car
ried his thoughts back to the days OF
his youth. to the days when the Unit
ed States was struggling little ma
ton on the Atlantic coast, when all the
populous middle west of today was
bowling wilderness, peopled with
blood-thirsty savages. and when a few
brave monks were establishing strag-
Cling little settlements and missions
on this side OF the vast, desolate
American continent.
Recently, on windy. jetblack night
the ranch horses began whinnying
Iimpatiently In the stables, kicking
Inervously and jerking at their halters.
The sheep huddled, a panic-stricken
mass, In a corner OF their pen. The
cows bawled In fright. Listening at
their doors, the ranch people heard
the weird scream OF ion-and they
shuddered.
Big Chief Harry suddenly appeared
among the shadows in the lee OF the
rambling house. His rife was lying
In the crook OF his arm, and In the
lamplight from within his eyes gleam-
ed with a strange, baleful glare.
"Me-go get ion," he said. and
was gone.
High up among the lofty caverns
and canyons the lightning fiickered
viciously and the thunder rolled. 1t
was an evil night. =.
Next day early risers saw, Just out
side Harry's cabin, the carcasses OF
two enormous mountain lions. Each