Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-07-14

The American palefaces had driven
the Indian over the great wall. They
were killing his deer, buffalo and elk,
robbiMg him of his land and pushing
him ever backward. They were many
and they would become more. The
British were tire Indians friends
the Americans were his enemies 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 himself turned
TO him..
'What says the son Of Kahtoo?
Even as he rose, the lad saw creep
ing to the outer ring his enemy Crook
ed Lightning, but he appeared not to
see. The whites looked surprised when
his boyish figure stood straight, and
they were amazed when hejaddressed
the traders in French, the agents in
English, andt spoke to the feathered
chiefs in their own Jtongue He cast
the belt forward.
"That is Kahtoo's salk, but this Is
NINE"
Who had driven the Indian from the
great waters to the great wall? The
British. Who were the Americans un.
til now? British Why were the
Americans fighting now? Because the
British, their kinsmen, would not give
them their rights. If the British would
drive the Indian to the great wall
would they not go on doing what they
charged the Americans with doing
nowf If the Indians must fight, why
fight with the British to beat the
Americans. and then hare to fight bott
q later day? II the British woald net
treat their own kinsmen fairly, was il
likely that they would treat the Indian
fairly? They had never done so yet.
Would 1t not be better for the Indian
to make the white man on his own
land friend rather than the white
away across the big seas? Only one
gesture the lad made. He lifted his
hand high and paused. Crooked Light
ming had sprung TO his feet with
boarse cry. Already the white men had
grown uneasy, for the chiefs had
turned to the boy with startled inter
est at his first sentence and they could
not know what he was saying. But
they looked relieved when Crooked
lightning rose, for his was the only
face in the assembly that was hostile
to the boy. With a gesture Pontiac
bGGe Crooked lightning speak, o
"The tongue of White Arrow is
forked. have heard him say he would
fight with the Long Knives against the
British and lie would ight with them
even against his own tribe" One grunt
of rage ran the round of three circles
and yet Pontiac stepped Crooked
Lightning and turned to the lad. Slow
ly the boys uplffted hand came down.
With bound he leaped through the
head-dreSs of chief in the outer ring
and sped away through the village.
Some started on foot after him, some
rushed to their ponies, and some sent
arrows and bullets after Lin. At the
edge of the village the boy gave a
loud, clear call and then another as he
ran. Something black Sprang snorting
from the edge of the woods with
pointed ears and searching eyes. An
other call came and like the swirling
edge of q hurricane-driven thunder
cloud Firefy swept after his master
The boy ran to meet him, caught one
hand in his name before lie stopped
swung himself up, and in hail Of
arrows and bullets swept out of sight.