The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

against the medicine men. They call
themselves doctors. travestying what
was once a noble profession, but in
reality they are medicine men. devil men,
and they make for superstition and dark
! ness. They are cheats and liars. But
SO debased and degraded are we that We
believe their lies They. too, will increase
lin numbers as we increase, and they will
strive to rule use Yet are they liars and
charlatans. Look at young Cross-Eyes,
posing as a doctor. selling charms
against sickness. giving good hunting, ex-
changing promises of fair weather for
good meat and skins, sending the death
stick. performing a thousand abomina-
| tons. Yet l say - YOU. that when he
says he can do these things. he lies. I,
]. II. Smith. say that be lies. I have
told him so to his teeth. Why has he not
sent me the death stick? Because he
knows that with me it is without avail
But YOU. Hare-Lip. so deeply are you
sunk in black superstition that did You
awake this night and find the death stick
beside you. you would surely die And
you would die, not because Of any virtue
in the stick. but because you are savage
with the dark and clouded mind of Q
savage.
The doctors must be destroyed. and
all that was lost must be discovered over
again. Wherefore. earnestly, 1 repeat
unto you certain things which you must
remember and tell to your children after
you. You must tell them that when
water is made hot by fire there resides
in it a wonderful thing called steam.
which Is stronger than ten thousand men
and which can do all mans work for
him. There are other very useful things.
In the lightning flash there resides a
similarly strong servant of man, which
was Of old his slave and which some day
will be his slave again
quite a different thing is the alpha
bet. It is what enables me to know the
meaning of fine markings, whereas you
boys know only rude picture writing. In
that dry cave on Telegraph Hill. where
you see me often go when the tribe is
down by the sea, I have stored many
books In them Is great wisdom Also
with them. I have placed a Key to the
alphabet. so that one who knows picture
writing may also know print. Some day
men will read again; and then. if no &C.
cident has befallen my cave, they will
know that Prof. Smith once lived and
saved for them the knowledge of the
ancients.
There is another little device that man
inevitably will rediscover. 1t is called
gunpowder. 1t was what enabled US to
kill surely and at long distances. Ger
tain things which are found in the
portions. will make this gunpowder.
What these things are. I have forgot
ten or else never knew. But 1 wish I
did know. Then would 1 make powder.
and then would I certainly kill Cross
Eyes and rid the land of superstition
After am man grown l am going to
give Cross-Eyes all the goats and meat.
and skins 1 can get. so that he'll teach
me to be DOCTOR" Hoo-Hoo asserted
And when I know. I'll make everybody
else sit up and take notice They'll get
down in the dirt to me. you bet"
The old man nodded his head solennly.
and murmured:
Strange 1t is to hear the vestige and
remnants Of the complicated Ayran
speech fall from the lips OF filthy little
skin-clad savage. All the world is topsy-
turvey. And it has been. topsy-turvey
ever since the plague"
you won't make me sit up" Hare-Lip
boasted to the would-be medicine man.
IF paid you for sending of the death
stick. and 1t didn't work. I'd bust in your
Northumberland, you Hoo-Hoo. you.
Tn going to get Granser to remember
this here gunpowder stuff" Edwin said
softly. land then I'll have you all on the
run. You. Hare-lip. will do my fighting,
Hoo-Hoo, will send the death stick for
me and make everybody afraid. And il
catch Hare-Lip trying to bust your
head, Hoo-Hoo. I'll fix him with that
same gunpowder. Granser amt such a
fool as you think. and I'm going to lis
ten to him and some day I'll be boss
over the whole bunch of YOU
The old man shook his head sadly, and
said:
The gunpowder will come Nothing
can stop 1.-THE same old story over and
over. Man will increase. and men will
fight. The gunpowder will enable men
to kill millions of men. and in this way
only. by fire and blood. will a new civil
ization. in some remote day. be evolved.
And of what profit will it be? Just as
the old civilization passed. so will the
new. 1t may take 5000 years to build.
but it will pass. All things pass. Only
remain coSTic force and matter. ever in
fiux. ever acting and reacting and real
izing the eternal types-the priest. the
soldier. and the king. out of the mouths
Of babes comes the wisdom of all the
ages. Some will fight. some will rule.
some will pray; and all the rest will toll
and suffer sore while their bleeding
carcasses is reared again. and vet again.
without end. the amazing beauty and sur
passing wonder of the civilized state. II
were just as we'll that I destroyed those
cave-stock books-whether they remain
or perish. all their old truths will be
discovered. their old lies lived and hand
60 down. "nat IS the prOnt--
Hare-Lip leaped to his feet. giving q
quick glance at the pasturing goats and
the afternoon sun.
Gee he muttered to Edwin. THE
old geezer gets more long winded every
day. Let's pull for camp"
While the other two. aided by the
dogs. assembled the goats and started
them for the trail through the forest
Edwin stayed by the old man and guided
him in the same direction. When they
reached the old right of way. Edwin
stopped suddenly and looked back. Hare
Lip and Hoo-Hoo and the dogs and the
goats passed on. Edwin was looking at
a small herd of wild horses which had
come down the hard sand. There
were at least twenty OF them. young
colts and yearlings and mares. led by a
beautiful stallion which stood in the
foam at the edge of the surf with arch
ed neck and bright wild eyes, shifting
the salt air from the sea.
What is it," Granser queried.
Horses" was the answer. First time
I ever seen 'em on the beach. It's the
mountain lions getting thicker and
thicker and driving 'em down.
The low sun shot red shafts of light
fan shaped. up from a cloud-tumbIed
horizon. And close at hand. in the white
waste of shore-lashed waters, the sea
lions, believing their old primeval chant.
hauled up out of the sea on the black
rocks and fought and loved.