The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1922-06-29

Jerome saw reeds begin to shake In o
cane-brske to the left OF the spring.
Look thar he called, and three
rifles. with his own, covered the spot.
A small brown arm was thrust above
the shaking reeds. with the palm Of
the hand toward the fort-the peace
sign Of the Indlan-and o moment
later q naked boy sprang from the
cane-brake and ran toward the block
house, with a bow and arrow In his
left hand and his right stretched
above his head. its pleading palm
still outward.
Don't shoot don't nobody shoot 7"
shouted the old man. No shot came
from the fort, but from the woods
came yells Of rage, and as the boy
streaked through the clearing an ar
row whlstled past his head.
LET him I'M !" shouted Jerome, and
as Dave opened the gates another ar
row hurtled between the boys up
raised arm and his body and stuck
quivering In one Of its upright bars.
The boy slid through and stood pant
Ing, shrinking. wildeyed. The arrow
had grazed his skin. and when Dave
lifted his arm and looked at the ooz-
ing drops Of blood he gave a startled
oath. for he saw a flash Of white un-
der the loosened breech-clout below.
The boy understood Quickly he
pushed the clout aside on his thigh
thaf MI n
and proudly tapped his breast.
'Paleface !" he half grunted, white
mani"
The wilds were quiet. The boy
pointed to them and held up three
fingers to indicate that there were
only three red men there. and shook
his head to say there would be no
attack from them. Old Jerome studied
the little stranger closely. wondering
what new trick those red devils were
trying now to play. Dave made an
impatient gesture for silence.
whats your namer' The boy shook
his head and looked eagerly around.
"Frsncais-Frenchf' he asked. and
In turn the big woodsman shook his
head-nobody there spoke French.
However. Dave knew q little shawnee.
q good deal Of the sign-language. and
the boy seemed to understand a good
many words In English: 30 that the
big woodsman pieced out his story
with considerable accuracy and turned
TO tell II to Jerome. The Indians had
crossed the Big river. we're as many
as the leaves. and meant to attack the
whites For the first time they had
allowed the boy to go on war party.
Some one had treated him bsdly-he
pointed out the bruises Of cuffs and
kicks on his body. The Indians called
him White Arrow. and he knew he
was white from the girdle Of uu-
tanned skin under his breech-clOut
and because the Indian boys tainted
fort. he pointed again to his bruises.
put both hands against his breast. and
stretched them wide as though he
would seek shelter In the arms OF
his own race and take them to his
heart: and for the first time a smile
plainly as curious product Of his
race and the savage forces that for
years had been moulding him. That
smile could have never come to the
face Of an Indian. No Indian would
ever have so lost himself In his own
emotions. No white man would have
used his gestures and the symbols Of
nature to which he appealed. Only an
Indian could have shown such q
cruel, vindictive. merciless Are In his
eyes when he told Of his wrongs, and
when he saw tears In Lydla's eyes. the
first burning In his life came to his
own, and brushing across them with
fierce shame he turned Indian stole
again and stood with his arms folded
over his bow and arrows at his breast,
looking neither to right nor left. as
though he were waiting for judgment
at their hands and cared little what
his fate might he. as perfect from
head to foot as a statue OF the anci-
ent little god. who. In him. had for
saken the couches Of love for the tents
Of war.