San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-03

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their pretty daughter sitting with F21x ~
her head close to that no-good son fSg@wZ1NXZ
of old Moonface, the fisherman. r. q WTI/
Nobody thinks much of Moonface, Asf
because he does not hunt animals, I/|FVY~A
but brings his family up on fish, 19Nf.s1~u-uuS1n
which is disgrace almost as bad
as the miserable apeman further -
SOUTH who lives on fruits and ~n@ -
berries t~wswxMs1 49,
Moonface spears some of his A
fish and some he catches in nets I-------------
made of old skins. AS he is no Pbo,oo,,nb of
hunter, he has to barter his fish the Entrance
for meat, and goes crying through Of One of the
the village offering his catch in Caves' from the
exchange for cast-off clothing. fsII: p1''oi
He is the original old clothes ImnIement.
man. He does business with the of the Ancient
women when the men are away Cave-Dwellers
and he has learned certain little were
Establishments which appeal to
the ladies' These tricks his Profs..or
has acquired from his father. The Absolon.
boy dances and sings in tenor
voice, which the girls admire.
though they have been told often enough that all he
men have deep, bass voices.
Papa Caveman sneaks up behind the pair with a
roar like lion, swings at the youths head with his
tomahawk He misses deliberately 1t isn't really
worth while to start blood feud IN the troe whch
might cost him couple of wolf skins to settle and
besides the handle of that tomahaw isn't IN right and
he might break it on the boys skull.
AS the son of Moonface spirits over the plain, he
is followed by the threats of what the old man will
do if he ever catches any fsh-eater hanging around
daughter of his again. The girls ears too are burn
ing and they are likely to be cuffed but suddenly all
is forgotten. Even the fishemans son stops and
looks and an angry muttering arises.
looking
vancng over the light, wind-blown soil. They are
well-armed fellows with axes, spears, assegals dag
gers and tomahawks, but that is the way everyone
travels also they members OF the community. The
important thing is that one of them is a man who
recently killed another of the tribe and the matter
had not yet been settled Threatening grows arise
as the relatives of the slain man get together vowng
vengeance, but at the same time, another group
foIms of relatives of the slayer. The two parties
form in battle array In another moment, there will
be civil war and the little community decmated or
perhaps wiped out. Prospective widows and orphans
set up bitter Walllng
But between the war-like parties hobbies an old
man. waving a spear in one hand and in the other a
strangely shaped piece of reindeer horn, stuck on
the end of carved ivory shaft. The only impressive
things about the old person his onskn robe and
his necklace of a score of lions teeth. He threatens
both sides with his spear and curses them.
Everybody knows that his arm is old and weak
and his Joints stiff with rheumatism caught the year
that band of marauders from the far West drove the
tribe into the deep caverns for several weeks. No
body cares for his feeble spear but they do fear that
other thing, that crude ancestor of royal Sceptre,
he brandisheS in his left hand. Why do these brave
and bloodthrsty men fall back and lower their
weapons? They fear him because he is the chief and
behind his authority is that of the medicine-man-
sorcerer-prest, whose magic will send famine, dis
ease broken bones, unruly wives and other caaml-
ties on them if they do not behave. The bravest
shudder at that.
AS soon as the riot is suppressed, the old man tells
them that the matter of the blood guilt will be de-