The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-04-27
CHAPTER XIV.
The Call Of N. Wind.

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The night lay thick over the Silet7
country. High above the pine tops
sang with a roar. soft.yoiced but far
reaching as thunder. Mystery and
loneliness pressed upon the wilder
less Ike q finger. It quivered the
sharp ears OF Bluck Bolt. prlcked for
ward, listening, II padded the feet Of
Coosnah running ahead in the trail
but upon Siletz It's touch was lost
She, too. was OF the forest on a night
Ike this she. too. was free OF its hid.
den paths Hour after hour they
threaded the familiar way. and pres.
emily the forest lightened. fell away
left them at the steep shore OF the
Siletz river. gurgllng along in the
darkness. swift and shallow
Fields and pastures lay here upon
right and left and cabins stood squat In
the shadows. This was the headquar
ters OF the reservation. Through the
small settlement. up a lane and across
a woodslot went the trio and pres.
emily Sletz drew rein where a sorry
shack crouched fnrlornly beneath a
mammoth Cir. The sound brought to
its door q bent figure that came and
stood at Black Bolts head like q
shadow.
Siletz spoke in jargon, slid down
trailed the reins on the earth and en-
tered the little house.
An hour later she stood against its
closed door, facing a dusky circle OF
squatting figures, her trim form
straight In the lamplight her shirt
open a bit at the throat her slim
hands eloquent In quiet gestures.
Near the pine table that held the
htful light stood old Kolawmie. g
splendid illustration Of the white
mans ways.
He might have been fifty years Of
age, be might have been q hundred
Pure blood Of chiefs ran IN his veins
and he had memories Of the time when
the Oregon country reached from the
northern sound to the valley Of the
Sacramento. About him gathered a
silent circle, young men who could
speak good English and write essays
on the evolution OF man, older ones
who accepted the modern modes with
reservations. and q few Ike himself OF
the ancient time.
To them Siletz was speaking.
Trouble has fallen upon the Night
Wind" she said sweetly, "and she
comes 70 her friends for help. Sandry
at the camp is deserted by his men.
The camp fails the work Is stopped,
the engines are silent at their posts.
and a big contract that means much
Is ready to be lost-and Hampden or
the Yellow Pines laughs IN glee, for he
has done this thing. Men there are
not In the country-and to go to Port
land means loss Of time on the great
contract Therefore sandry sits with
his head In his hands thus"
With swift art she bent her dark
head forward upon her palms dropped
her slim shoulders. and Instantly De.
spair loomed before the dusky circle
For which the heart OF S1etz sick.
ems for she is Sandry's woman"
There was silence for q space. The
girl was an artist.
She would help him Therefore
she comes to her friends, whose hearts
are large with friendship, though their
hands are soft with leisure. The 81.
letz need not work. VIII they give
the free gift Of labor for the Night
Winds man|
It was a heartspeech, Il was IN far.
gon and II was successful for with
tho early dawn, blue.gray with mist
and sun shot with crimson. Sandry.
who had not slept standing with fur
rowed brows on the Office step. heard
sounds OF hoofs at the valleys head
He looked and beheld a cavalcade Of
horsemen, riding with ease on their
ragged ponies, and led by siietz upon
Black Bolt, who still stepped proudly
after his day-Lndnight's Journey
while Coosnah rolled with swinging
ears at his side.
Here" said the girl rs she rode up.
they win work for the big contract"
And she slid down with a little sigh
OF WEAKNESS before Sandry could OF.
fer his arms
GOSH" said Daily to himself In the
shadow Of the Office "the Slwashes!'
Mr.. Sandry" he said to the ownor
when the long tables we're filed in
every place with the best Of the van
ishing tribe that Siletz could pick.
I'm kickin myself that didn't think
OF the Indians myself. though Lord