Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1915-05-09
THE CALL of THE wARPArH.

keti Feather sat as II carved OF rock
while this pointing declaration was
hurled at him. Yellow Bear seated
himself amid serious silence. and his
eyes cleaned triumph at his enemy
At nod from the aged cheIftain. Red
Feather dropped his blanket. stepped
into the freight and stood with folded
arms. His proud gaze swept the red
circle. pausinC for n moment with
murderous intent on Yellow Rear
Then he spoke slowly and calmly:
yellow Rear lies ] am true TO my
tribe and have the spirit o. the ancient
chicftains with me. Those twinkling
stars overhead. looked down upon the
graves OF my fathers. as they lay scat
tered over the dark. lone prairie They
followed the war drums into the dance
or death. No creeping snake iweIt
within my breast | am not dog 10
bertay then scutt back to your wig
vans for consolation"
Here. there was a sudden movement
from Yellow Bear. who grasped his
hnite saNaSely But Calm Brow pushed
him back with no gentle hand
Red Feather continued. rcsenting the
hcrcc interruptions: Il defy YOU and
Your accusation. ] call upon the
great spirit TO witness and the winds
10 bear back the answer to the ,ombs
OF my fathers am Euiltless. Cannot
my voice be kind OF tho white man?
Does the peaceful panther Kill, Till YOU
strike him frst. He lears not TN
the poison arrows are sped al his
breast have sat in my white friends
lodge. eaten from his plate. Why?
because the white man did me no
harm His guns doomed friendly, his
voice was calm. have no. forgot
ten my tribe No. ! love il. am ready
TO stand for my red brethren and the
%pirits of my ratL .rs."
There was short pause. while ,he
speaker looked from one TO another,
rs IL to find some one contradictine
him; then concluded. Red Feather has
spoken" Next. the great Tecumsea
arose. and as he spoke, sometimes IN
low musical whispers. again in frey.
sonorous tones. his voice filled the
night. Till the atmosphere suffered
and trembled:
Il have come this many moons from
me trackless forest and the winding
streams TO the warmth of your oamp
hre AS ! passed the villages of our
brethren ! heard the roll of the war
drums. The young warriors cut their
sea lplock and donned their war paint
The Indian maidens are gladened AS
they follow the warpath. Are my
brothers women to stand idle while
our friends strike for vengeanceo Are
the" dogs. that the white man may
tramr!e them and the bones Of our
dead? Brothers. listen: saw the
fierce yelis of hate. The brother from
over the sea has promised to send us
aid. brush from your eyelids the sleep
Of slavery Fight once for your hunt
ing grounds The tears fall from the
weeping skies. Let the white race
vanish forever. The red man owns the
land. Seize their children, slaughter
their women. -rample on the bones OF
their dead. Back. back to the sea
from whence they came. back ave to
the accused waters that first brought
them to our shores. War, now: war,
torver! War. upon the living! War
upon the dead! Strike now for your
fires. Strike for the grave OF your
sires. Strike for memory of your
fathers Soon you shall see my arm
OF fire streatched athwart the sky
VIII stamp my foot at Temperance, and
the very earth shall shake"
The effect of this speech upon the
silent ring was wildly effective. Every
eye sparkled with fire, every hand
sought for the tomahawk With
muscles tense and drawn. they cast
looks of fierce hate at Red Feather.
whose hopes vanished when the wild.
weird yell had died away.
(To BE Continued.)
Composed by
ALVIN HATTORF