The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1914-06-04

can uthT uif WOruh, ene aneNefNu
glsncing up at my face. The hsntsr's
eyes we're bright; he seemed TO be try.
ing to speak. and dropped on my
knees beside her.
What Ia II, Bradyr
There was a faint muttering. but
distin guished the words.
-Was-was that-Simon 0lryr
"Yee."
~The-the man-who, who-out me
down."
Yea"
-Whar-whar IN he novr
Right here: you want to speak to
him-oh. GirtyH"
The renegade came toward us. and
the eyes OF the two borderers met For
. hong moment they looked at each
other. many q memory. no doubt. fioat-
ing between. Then Brady held out q
biackened hand.
Yer saved my life, Simon Dirty he
said with an effort IL never thought
to-shake hands with you-but-but
I'm q soin' to-"
Girtys ugly face broke into a smile.
mo more did l." he admitted grim
ly. we Amt ginerally been In no
shakin' hands mood when we've met
heretofore. Still. reckon. we're about
even up an kin AFFORD ter shake II We
wanter. Think yer kin travel . Bit
Bradyf-
How farr'
TO the foot OF the lake: to Q wysn-
dot camp"
The hunters eyes wandered from
his face to mine.
Il reckon I can he mumbled a.
last. 'T-ain't hurt so much. only
bruised up" His glance fell upon his
feet Maybe if-I had some whole
moccasins I'D get along better"
We'll az that" and Girty laughed.
u reckon that's what them dead In
tuns is lying there for
He stepped across to the nearest
body. fumbled a moment, and came
back. dropping on his knees. Deity
and quickly he cut the burned leather
from the wounded mans feet. touching
the blackened flesh gingerly with his
fingers. and slipped on the new mecca
sins.
You're not scorched much. friend.
Hurts some. reckon. but a couple o
days will put you all right asin."
AS I pen these adventures OF youth
seem to retain but dim recollection OF
what occurred following our arrival at
the camp at the foot OF the lake. l re-
call the struggle we had with Brady.
which taxed Girty's strength as we'll a.
my own. The man suffered greatly,
and for much of the distance we bore
him In our arms In spite OF his pro-
tests. Yet we reached the spot at last,
and stumbled into the circle Of light
cast by small fire. the Indians
aroused from sleep by Girty's shout.
and clustering about US In eager curl
osity. At FIRST view deemed them hos
tile. but a word from the girl made
them friendly enough.
II was the fourth day. on the banks
of the Maumee, that We came stras-
Cling into the Indian encampment, and
passed through bowling hordes. who
struck at US in spite OF the guardA
The word passed that one OF the white
prisoners was Stephen Brady caused
them to press about US so close that
we we're fairly hemmed into the mass,
Infatuated faces on every side. the wild
making an indescribable din
The situation was becoming serious.
for the guards cared little what befell
US. when Girty. accompanied by three
Wyandot chiefs and o white man In
British uniform. fought passage
through the crowd. and by threats and
blows, won way for US through the
village. The extent of this surprised
me. and gave me a new conception Of
the power Of those northwest Indian
tribes. There were hundreds. perhaps
gathered there. for we only
traversed one end Of the encampment
the warriors Of tribes whose homes
we're an far away an the great lakes
and the big rivers. There were fev
wtgwAms erected. not more than two
Or three standing In the shadow OF |
Irees close beside the river. Big a.
he encampment was, It was no permAr
nent village. but o mere rendezvous
Tor the various tribes allied for war. |
To one OF these. covered with deerskin
md rendered hideous by tribal totemA,
We were taken. and thrust within. Al
asst we were alone. Brady and I. al
.housh 70 could still hear the yelling
without He lay extendsd on his III
.er. and dropped to the ground. thor
,ughly exhausted from the rough bur
sting through which had passed
Continued next week.