The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1922-08-16

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aside into the bushes-botfi inns mao
missed. Deeper from the woods came
two war-whoOps-real ones-and In
the silence that followed the gates
were swiftly closed and barred. and q
keen-eyed rifeman was at every port
hole in the fort. From the tower old
Jerome saw reeds begin to shake in
cane-brake 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 Indian-and a moment
later naked boy sprang from the
| cane-brake and ran toward the block J
house. with bow and arrow in hisv
left hand and his right stretched
above his head, its pleading palm
| still outward.
Don't shoot don't nobody shoot !"
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 whisted past his head.
LET him in.' shouted Jerome, andS
| as Dave opened the gates another ar I
row hurtled between the boys up
raised arm and his body and stuck
| quivering in one of it's upright bars
| The boy slid through and stood pant
| ing, shrinking wild-eyed. 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 flash of white I'M
| der the loosened breech clout below.
The boy understood. Quickly ne
pushed the clout aside on his thigh
that all might see, nodded gravely.
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 name?" The boy shook
his head and looked eagerly around
"Francais-French? o. he asked. and
In turn the big woodsman shook his
head-nohody there spoke French.
However, Dave knew a little Shawnee.
good deal of the sign-language. and
! the boy seemed to understand a good
many words in English; so that the
big woodsman pieced out his story
with considerable accuracy and turned
| to tell it to Jerome. The Indians had
crossed the Big river, were as many
as the leaves. and meant to attack the
whites. For the first time they had
allowed the boy to ge on a war party.
Some one had treated him badly-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
him. Asked why he had come to the
fort. he pointed again to his bruises.
put both hands against his breast, and
StTttCicu tileIll WlOe as tIlOOgn he
would seek shelter In the arms Of
his own race and take them to his
heart: and for the first time a smile
came to his face that showed him
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
cruel. vin.lictive. merciless fire in his
| eyes when he told of his wrongs. and
! when he saw tears In Lydia'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 be. as perfect from
tshead to foot as statue of the anci-
| ent little god. who. In him. had for
Saken the couches of love for the tents
| of war.