Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-02-14
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DAVE YANDELL, pioneer in the
dark and bloody ground' of Pre-
Revolutionary Kentucky, is
mounting guard at a settlers
stockade when
WHITE ARROW. a boy OF fifteen,
fees to the stockade for protection
from his Indian companions.
1t is discovered that White Arrow
Is a white boy who, when an infant,
vas taken captive with his nother.
His Indian captives told him that
his mother was killed and that he
had been adopted by the Shawnee
chef as his son.
The Indians attack the fort but
are driven off. In the battle White
Arrow SAYS the Indian who mall
treated him and caused his fight.
One of the Virginian rescuers is
mortally wounded. He gives a start
of surprise on seeing White Arrow.
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Never mind now" said old Joel,
s~oothingly, you must keep still!'
The boys eyes had begun to shift
under the scrutiny and he started
away.
Come back here!" commanded
the wounded man, and still search
ing the lad he said sharply again:
IVY %NO u a.
have his wound dressed or even
take the cup of water handed to him
until old Joel briefly told the story,
when he lay back on the ground and
closed his eyes.
Darkness fell. The dying man was
laid on a rude bed within one cabin,
and old Joel lay on the floor close to
the door. The stranger lad refused
to sleep indoors and huddled him.
2aIf In q h1a nkpt IN Tho Ground il,
one corner of the stockade. Men,
women, and children fell to a deep
and weary sleep.
An hour later the boy in the cor
ner threw aside his blanket. and
when Lydia Noe. feverish and
thirsty, rose from her bed to get a
drink of water outside her door,
she stopped short on the threshold.
The lad, stark naked but for his
breech-clout and swinging his
bloody scalp over his head, was
stamping around the fire-dancing
the s~calp-dance of the savage to a
low, fierce, cultural song.
The boy saw her, saw her face in
the blaze. stricken white with fright
n horror, saw her too paralyzed
to move and he stopped, staring ut
her a moment with savage rage. and
went on again. Old JoeIs body fill
eQ Tie HeAI uOOTWdy. Will an OdlH
and a threatening gesture Joel mo-
toned to the corner of the stockade.
and with a flare of defiance in his
black eyes the lad stalked slowly
and proudly away.
From behind him the voice of the
wounded man called, and old Joel
turned. There was a CHASTITY smile
on the V~irginian's pallid face.
II saw it." he said painfully.
"That's-that's my SOM"
III
From the sun-dial on the edge of
the high bank, straight above the
brim of the majestic yellow James,
a noble path of thick grass as broad
as a modern highway ran hundreds
of yards between hedges of roses
straight to the open door of the
great manor-house with its wide
. verandas and mighty pillars set deep
back from the river in a grove of
ancient oaks.
The second son of the reigning
generation, one Colonel Dale, sat in
The veranda alone. He was a royal
list officer. this second son but his
Nlder brother had the spirit of dar-
ng am. adventure that should have
Leon his, and he had been sitting
there four years before when that
cider brother came home from his
first pioneering trip into the wilds,
to tell that his wife was dead and
their only son was a captive among
he Indians. Two years later still,
word came that the father, too, had
ne death from the savages and the
little kingdom passed into Colonel
Dale's hands.
Indentured servants, as we'll as
blacks from Africa, had labored on
hat path in front of him: and up it
had once stalked a d~eputation of the
great Powhatan's red tribes. Up
that path had come the last of the
early colonial danes, in huge rufus.
high-heeIed shoes. and short skirts.
Down it now came a little girl
the flower of all those dead and
gone-and her coming was just as
though one of the flowers about her
had stepped from its gay company
on one or the other side of the path
to make through them a dainty, tr1-
umphal march as the fairest of
them all. At the dial she paused.
She gave a little gasp, in which
there was no fear, though what she
saw was surely startling enough to
have made her wheel in flight.
Instead, she gaZed steadily into a
pair of grave black eyes that were
fixed on her from under a green
branch that overhung the ~footpath,
and steadily she searched the figure
standing there, from the coonskin
can down the fringed hunting-shirt