The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-12-09
CHAPTER XIV.

po HlBHJ lay LICK over the S1l6L
itry. High above, the pine top
with a roar, soft-voiced but far
hing as thunder. Mystery ant
illness pressed upon the wilder
like finger. 1t quivered tn,
ip ears Of Black Bolt. pricked for
d, listening, it padded the feet O
Bnah running ahead in the trail
upon Siletz its touch was lost
too, was of the forest on night
this; she, too, was free of it's hid
paths. Hour after hour they
aided the familiar way, and pres
y the forest lightened, fell away
them at the steep shore of the
tz river, gurgling along in the
mess, swift and shallow.
ields and pastures lay here upon
it and left and cabins stood squat IN
shadows. This was the headquar.
Of the reservation. Through the
Ill settlement, up lane and across
Foods-lot went the trio, and pres
y Siletz drew rein where a sorry
ok crouched forlornly beneath a
mmoth fir. The sound brought to
door bent figure that came and
I'D at Black Bolts head like q
dow.
iletz spoke In jargon, slid down,
lied the reins on the earth and en-
ed the little house.
In hour later she stood against its
sed door, facing a dusky circle of
latting figures, her trim form
aight in the lamplight, her shirt
IN a bit at the throat, her slim
nds eloquent in quiet gestures.
Near the pine table that held the
tul light stood old Kolawmie, a
lendid illustration OF the white
ms ways.
He might have been fifty years of
70, he might have been a hundred.
ire blood Of chiefs ran in his veins,
i'd he had memories of the time when
e Oregon country reached from the
,rthern sound to the valley of the
acramento, but the burden OF prog
,ss hung heavy on his shoulders, his
ngers trembled from much devotion
) the Spirit of the Burning Water.
g dreamed out the long last days in
ne monotony Of the reservation, send
lg his sons to the red-roofed school
n the hill, turning them aimlessly
,ose upon their lands when they
ere throughput still throughout the
)untry where the sign Of the Siletz
as seen, there were known his wise !
receipts, there would his call bring |
blowers. About him gathered now a |
lent circle, young men who could
leak good English and write essays
1 the evolution of man, older ones
no accepted the modern modes with
and few like himself of
e ancient time.
To them Siletz was speaking.
Trouble has fallen upon the Night
ind,' she said sweetly, "and she
mes to her friends for help. Sandry
the camp is deserted by his men.
ne camp fails, the work is stopped,
g engines are silent at their posts,
ID big contract that means much
ready to be lost-and Hampden of
e Yellow Pines laughs in glee, for ne
g done this thing. Men there are
t in the country-and to go to Port
nd means loss of time on the great
ntract. Therefore Sandry sits with
) head in his hands, thus
With swift art she bent her dark
ad forward upon her palms, dropped
r slim shoulders, and instantly De-
air doomed before the dusky circle.
For which the heart of S1etz sick
8, for she is Sandry's woman"
There was silence for a space The !
/ was an artist.
She would help him. Therefore
} comes to her friends, whose hearts
J large with friendship, though their
Ids are soft with leisure. The ST.
q need not work. Will they give
free gift of labor for the Night
nd's MANI"
was heart-speech, 1T was in Jar.
i and it was successful, for with {
early dawn, b1ue-gray with mist
1 sun-shot with crimson, Sandry,
o had not slept, standing with fur ,
we'd brows on the Office step, heard
lnds of hoofs at the valleys head. .
looked and beheld cayalcade of ,
riding with ease on their ,
,ged ponies, and led by Siletz upon :
Ick Bolt, who still stepped proudly :
or his day-and-night's journey, .
lie Coosnah rolled with swinging :
8 at his side.
Here" said the girl as she rode up, I
ey will work for the big contract" :
md she slid down with little sigh
WEAKNESS before Sandry could Of y
his arms. y,
GOSH" said Daily to himself in the
dow Of the Office, 'the Siwashes!"
Mr.. Sandry," he said to the owner j.
an the long tables were filled in p
ry place with the best of the van II
ng tribe that Siletz could pick. o.
/ kickin' myself that didn't think E
the Indians myself, though Lord CT
WIS If we can whip 'em in line, for
would take the devil himself to a
re Siwash work" In
ut 1t did not take his majesty. 1t al
( only the word of Kolawmie, who III
given a command which quiet m
breed who seemed the leader Of hi
crew artlessly repeated to Sandry.