The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-08-24
shared in his hostility and lie began

the boy ate apart-his foster-mother
bringing him food-but he could hear
the story of the days hunting and the
illusions to the prowess of Crooked
Lightning,s son. Black Wolf. who was
Erskine's age, and he knew they were
but slurs against himself.
Fresh wood was thrown on the fire
and rs its light leaped upward the lad
saw an aged Indian emerge from on,
of two.tents that sat apart on a little
rise-saw him lift both hands toward
the stars for moment and then re
turn within.
"Who is thatT he as ed.
The new prophet" said his mother
HE has been but one moon here ard
has much power ever our young men,
An armful of pine fayots was tossed
on the blaze, and in whittier lean of
z light he saw the face Of woman nj
the other tent-saw her face and fol
moment met her eyes before SHE
shrank back-and neither face no,
eyes belonged to an Indian. Startled
he caught his mother by the wrist ant
all hut cried out:
"And that?" The old woman hest
tated and scOwled:
"A palcface. KahtOo bought heJ
and adopted her but''-the old woman
gave little cultural cluck of tri
umph--"shc dies tomorrow. Kahtot
will burn her"
Burn her?' burst out the boy.
"The- -palefaces have KILLED many O.
KahtoUs kim
A little later when ne was I,assin
near the white womnn's tent a girl sat
IN front of IL pounding corn in a NOR
tar. She looked up at lin and, star
Ing, smiled. She had the se;n of the
half-breed, and he stopped, startled by
that fact and her beauty-and went
quickly on. At old KaEtoo's lodge he
could not help turning TO look at her
again. and this time she rose quickly
and slipped within the tent. He turned
TO ma his foster-mother watching him.
"Who is that girl?" The old woman
looked displeased
daughter of the white woman"
Does she know?"
Neither knows"
what is her name?"
early Morn"
Early Morn and daughter of thu
white wonan-he would like to know
more of those two, and he half turned,
but the old Indian woman caught him
by the arm:
make more trouble"
He followed the flash of her eyes
to the edge of the freight where a
young Indian stood watching and
scOwling:
"Who is that"
"Black Wolf, son Of Crooked Light
ming"
"Ah" thought Erskine.
Within the old chief called family
and the Indian woman motioned the
lad to go within. The old mans dim
eyes had n new fire.
Talk" he commanded. and mo-
toned to the ground, but the lad did
not squat Indian fashion, but stood
straight with arms folded, and the
chief knew that conflict was coming.
Narrowly he watched White Arrows
face and bearing-unrasil felt the
strange new power of him.
II have been with my own people"
said the lad simply. "the palefaces
who have come over the big noun
tains, on and on almost to the big wa
ters. found my kin. They are many
and strong and rich. They. too. were
klnd TO me. | came because you had
been kind and because YOU were sick
and because you had sent for me. and
to keep my word
II have seen Crooked Lightning. His
heart is bad I have seen the new
prophet. / do not like him. And /
have seen the white woman that YOU
are to burn tomorrow" The lad
stopped. His every word had been @
defense or indictment and more than
once the old chiefs eyes shifted un-
easily.
The dnuntless mien of the boy. his
steady eyes, and his bold truthfulness.
pleased the old man. The lad must
take his place as chief Now White
Arrow turned questioner:
II told you I would come when the
leaves fell and am here. Why IS
Crooked Lightning here? Why is the
new prophet? Who is the woman?
What has she done that she must die?
What is the peace talk YOU wish me
to carry north?"
The old man hesitated long with
closed eyes. When he opened them
the fire was gone and t,aey we're dim
again.
"The story OF the prophet and
Crooked Lightning is too long" he
said wearily. 81 will tell tomorrow.
The woman must die because her
people have slain mine Besides, she
is growing blind and is trouble. You
carry the white wampum to council.
The Shawnees may join the British
against our enemies-the palefaces."
81 will wait" said the lad. 81 wiif
carry the white wampum. If you war
against the paleface on this side OF
the mountain-I am your enemy. If
you war with the British against them
ALL am your enemy. And the wom-
an must not die"
81 have spoken" said the old man.