The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1928-11-09


l dreamed we were with the baggage
train and she was saying kiss me-"
I required many bloody foray
against Shawnee and traitorous Della.
ware to wash that last dream thin.
So, there was never a day, when !
was meeting with some one new. that
did not make diligent inquiry for
her.
But so many families had been ex-
terminated, so many pedigrees ended.
that only by chance could ! hope for
news from the witch-girl. An elfish
boyish creature in reality, but my
separation from her translated her
into some symbol of the border, some
thing fearfully desirable. 1t became
a mania with me to find her. and yet
my place was on the frontier.
On relief sallies, on retreats and
on scouting trips, asked of all met
il they knew OF one called Daniel
Morgan. Some professed to have met
him, but none knew about young
woman dressed as man. At the end
of my service With General Forbes J
was as ignorant as to whether she
be alive or dead as had been when
| recovered my wits at the edge of
the clearing along the Allegheny.
where the dead hung from the twelve
tOrture-stakes. ss-i
And. ! missed the Onondaga. God
only knows how missed him and his
brave, heart when, on some lonely
faring. | missed Cromit 10 a. lesser
degree. and often wished his terrible
hands could help me, decide, some
uneven argument. Aye, missed them
But 1t was Round Paw of the Volt
clan whose absence ate into my soul
Red or white. never was there
stronger comrade than he The lone
~ Monongahela sings his requiem. nut
In my heart he shall ever have
high place. Many a good cOmrade
have had In my day, but none SO
dear to my memory as the Wolf man
Gone to meet his particular god as
has many another. and all because
one man did not understand,
Worn by incessant hardships and
seriously troubled by the old arrow
wound In my arm, returned to Car
Isle. uncertain as to what ! should do
next. The settlers were preparing
to follow General Forbes army and
make new beginning. along some
pleasant stream. But |, the last OF
the House of the Open Hand, had 40
desire to build cabin and take, root
in one spot. The strange unrest.
which had been only satisfied by the
turmoil of border warfare. reduced
me to sad state of nerves. How
cOnld ever be content on one creek
or in one valley, with the memories
of the MonOngahela haunting met
With the vision of that small wistfu.
face staring back. at me. rode
skeleton of horse into Carlisle
Perhaps it was a weakness of spirit
that impelled me to surrender to the
sudden longing to visit my old home
and once more look through the gate
of my fathers garden. scarcely re-
member my mother, but perhaps this
longing was the divine calling of the
maternal in me. Like my horse.
was scarcely more than a skeleton
borrowed suitable horse of
stranger and did not marvel at his
trust in me. At times assured my
self it was but a within. that would
soon be doubling on my tracks and
seeking service in the north !: and
yet rode on. "a
The memories stirred up by the jour.
ney were painful. Unlike that other
visit, the On0ndaga was no longer
my companion; and yet at times d
fancied he walked at my stirrup. his
chest showing the fresh white. paint
of the round paw Of the wolf. mi
my more rational moments felt old
and out of place. It was when n
brooded over the witch-girl's disap
pearance that felt a great empti-
ness of heart which made all the
plans of youth but little account. 4
had no wish to look on Josephine
again and tell her poor Busby's fare.
well message; and yet something
drew me to the town. N
ITO BE CONTINUEDN e.