The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1924-04-10
Continued from Page Five)

UelQ near the MUSE. lAo SnJ was
clear and the sun shining warm. Sol
omon called Irons aside and told him
of the approaching Indians.
what are we to do7" Irons asked
Send the women an the babies
back to the sugar shanty," said Solo
mon. wen stay here cause If we
run erway the Boneses1l git their ha'I
lifted. l reckon we kin conquer en-
"HoW7"
Shoot 'em full o. meat. They must
"a travelled all night. Them Injuns is
tired an hungry. Been three days on
the trail. No time to hunt! I'll hustle
some wood together an start a fire.
You bring a pair o. steers right here
handy. Wen rip their hides Off an
git the reek O. vittles In the air soon
as God1l let u.s."
Mrs. Irons hid in the shed with the
loaded guns.
Ruth Irons and the children set out
for the sugar bush. The steers were
quickly led up and slaughtered. AS a
hide ripper Solomon was a man OF ex-
p~erience. The loins of one animal
were cooking on turnspits and a big
pot Of beef, onions and potatoes boil
ing over the fire when Jack arrived
with the Bones family.
A little later Solomon left the fire.
Both his eyes and his ear had caught
"sign"-a clamor among the moose
birds In the distant bush and a flock
of pigeons flying from the west.
Don't none O. We stir till / come
back" he said, as he turned into the
trail. A few rods away he lay down
with his ear to the ground and could
distinctly hear the tramp of many
feet approaching in the distance. He
went on a little farther and presently
concealed himself in the bushes close
to the trail. He had not long to wait,
for soon a red scout came on ahead
of the party. He was a young Huron
brave, his face painted black and vel
low. His head was encircled by a
snake skin. A fox's tail rose above
his brow and dropped back on his
crown. A birch-bark horn hung over
his shoulder.
Solomon stepped out Of the bushes
after he had passed and said in the
Huron tongue: "Welcome, my red
brother; l heal that a large band O.
yer folks Is comm and we have got
a feast ready"
The young brave had been startled
by the sudden appearance of Solomon,
but the friendly words had treasured
him.
1--WE are on a long journey" said
the brave.
and the flesh of a fat OK will help
ye on yer way. Kin We smell it?'
Brother, it is like the smell of the
great village in the Happy Hunting
Grounds" said the brave. "We have
travelled three sleeps from the land of
the long waters and have had only
two porcupines and a small deer to
eat. We are hungry"
"And we would smoke the calumet
of peace with you," said Solomon.
They entered the house and barn
and walked around them, and this, in
effect, Is what Solomon said to him:
al am the chief scout Of the Great
Father. My word is like that of old
Flame Tongue-your mighty chief.
You and your people are on a bad err
rand. No good car come of it. You
are far from your own country. A
large force is now on your trail. II
you rob or kill anyone you will be
hung. We know your plans. A bad
white chief has brought you here. He
has a wooden leg with an iron ring
the bottom of it. He come
lake in a big boat with you.
Night before last you stole two white
women"
A look of fear and establishment
came upon the face of che Indian.
you are a son of the Great Spirit |"
be exclaimed.
"And 1 would keep yer feet out o.
snare. Let me be yer chief. You
xball have a horse and fifty beaver
skins and be taken to the border and
set free. ], the scout of the Great
Father have said it, and II 1t be not
7 saw. may I never see the Happy
Hunting Grounds"
The brave answered:
my white brother has spoken well
and he shall be my chief. L like not
this journey. 1 shall bid them to the
They will eat and sleep like
the gray wolf, for they are hungry
and their feet are sore"
The brave put his horn to his mouth
and uttered a wild cry that rang In
the distant hills. Then arose a great
whooping and kintecawing back In the
push. The young Huron went out to
meet the band. Returning soon, he
raid to Solomon that his chief, the
zreat S~plitnose, would have words
with him.
Turning to John Irons, Solomon
raid: Hes an outlaw chief. We II