Mohave County miner and our mineral wealth., 1922-06-16

Jerome saw reeds began to snn >c III d 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 moment later naked boy sprang from the cane-brake and ran toward the block house, with bow and arrow in his left hand and his right stretched above his head, it's 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 whistled past his head.
 Let him in !" 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 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 8 flash of white un- der the loosened breech-clout below. The boy understood. Quickly hs pushed the clout aside on his thigh that all might see. nodded gravely. and proudly tapped his breast.
 "Paleface!" he half grunted, "white manw
 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.
 What's your name?' The boy shook his head and looked eagerly around.
 "Francais-French? he asked, and
 
 head-nobody there spoke French. However, Dave knew little Shawnee, good deal of the sign-language, and the boy seemed to understand good many words in English; so that the big woodsman pieced out his story with considerable accuracy and turned to tell 1t 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 go on war rarty. Some one had treated hin. 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 ua- tanned skin under his breech-clOut and because the Indian boys taunted him. Asked why he had come to the fort, he pointed aguin 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 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 l emotions. No white man would have used his gestures and the symbols of nature to which he appealed. Only am | Indian could have shown such a cruel, vindictive, 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 stOic 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 head to foot as statue of the anci- ent little god, who, in him. had for saken the touches of love for the tents of war.