Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-07-20

eyes squarely n parsed on.
There Is but one man who does
know nae. and he did not recognise
me. His name Is Dane Grey. an,
Can you and out for me and let me
know" The old priest nodded. and
| Erskine slipped back to the woods.
AT sunrise the great council began.
On his way Erskine met Grey, who
apparently was leaving with q band
| Of traders. for Detroit. Again Frs
kline met his eyes, and this time Grey
smiled. a
Aren't you white Arrow" somet
how the toneSwith which he. spoke
the name was an insult. at'
yes" \
".Then It's true. We heard that you
had left your friends at the fort and
become an Indian again"
":Yes?" b.
80 you are not only going to nxht
with the Indians against the whites,
but with the British against Amer
lea ?"
What I am going to do is no bust
ness of yours" Erskine said quietly.
''but I hope We shall not be on the
same side. We may meet again"
Grey's face was already red with
drink, and it turned purple with m
ger. 49,.
when you tried to stab me-. do
you remember what I said?"' Ers-
kline nodded contemptuously.
We'll, 1 repeat It. whatever the
side. I'll fight you anywhere at any
time and in any way you please"
why not now?"
This is moi the time for private
quarrels and you know it."
Erskine bowed slightly-an act that
- ma nAA11y fPn~ an InAi0 n 4. hA0 H.
II can wait-and I shall not for
get. The day will come"
The old priest touched Erskine's
shoulder. as the angry youth rode
away. ..... y
u cannot make it out" he said.
HE claims to represent an English
fur company. His talk is British, but
he told one man-last night when he
was drunk-that he could have q
commission in the American army"
The council fire was built, the
flames cracked and the smoke rolled
upward and swept through the leaf
less trees. Three British agents sat
N blankets, and around them the
chiefs were ringed. All day the pow
WOW lasted. Each agent spoke, and
the burden of his talk varied very
little.
The American palefaces had driven
the Indian over the great wall. They
were killing his deer, buffalo and elk,
robbing him of his land and pushing
him every backward. They were
many and they would become more.
The British were the Indians friends
the Americans were his enenies
and theirs; could they choose to fight
with their enemies rather than with
their friends? Each chief answered
in turn, and each cast forward his
wampum until only Erskine, who had
sat silent, remained and Pontiac him.
self turned to him..
What says the son Of Kahtoo?"
Even as he ose the lad saw creep
ing to the outer ring his enemy.
Crooked Lightning, but he appeared
not t. see. The whites looked sur=
prised when his boyish figure stood
straight. n they were amazed when
the agents in English, and spoke to
the feathered chiefs in their own
tongue. He cast the belt forward.
THAT is kahtoo's talk, but this is
mine l..
Who had driven the Indian from
the great waters to the great wall?
The British. Who were the Ameri-
cans until now? British. Why were
the Americans lighting now? Be-
cause the British, their kinsmen,
would not give TIM their rights. If
the British would drive the, Indian
to the great wall, would they~not 60
on doing what they charged the
Americans with doing now? If the
Indians must fight, why fight with
tho British to beat the Americans.
and then have to fight both a day
their own kismen fairly, was 1t like
ly that they would treat the Indian
fairly? They had never done SO yet.
| Would it not be better for the Indian
to make the white man on his own
land a friend rather than the white
man who lived more than a moon
away across the big seas? Only one
geasture the lad made. He lifted his
hand high and paused. Crooked
Lightning had sprung to his feet with
a -hoarse cry. Already the white man
had grown uneasy, for the chiefs had
turned to the boy with startled in
terest at his first sentence, and they
could not know what he was saying.
But they looked relieved when Crook.
ed Lightning rose, for his was the
only face in the assembly, that wal
hostile to the boy. With a gesture
Pontiac babe Crooked Lightning
speak.
"The tongue of White Arrow is
forked. have heard him say he
would fight with the Long Knives
against the British and he would fight
with them ever against his own
tribe" One 4runt Of rage ran the
round of three circles, and yet Pom
tiac, stopped Crooked Lightning and
turned to the lad. Slowly the boys
uplifted hand came. down. With a
bound he leaped through the head
dress Of a chief in the outer ring
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