The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1928-10-12
The Red Road
Allowance Of Braddoc1<'s Defeat

Then Pm glad it's the ridge. Re
member, Web, how we used to play
at fighting Indians and always planned
| to run into an ambuscade and make a
very. narrow escape7 Lord, that SCI
a million years ago. We didn't
any open ridge marching In those an
Nothing but bloody fighting In Q !.
shrubbery at the foot of the Carlyle
gardens. And how we used to rescue
| fair maidensl How Joe would squeal,
she was that nervous; and how cool
and collected the Haze girls always
werel Joe was more fun-she felt
her part more. Web, our hearts were
higher then than now. Time has made
towards of us--of me, anyway. And
who would have believed that we
would be. here together like this on
the shore of the id creekl Thank
God that Joe isn't here to be res
cued r..
"Amen to that" And ! wished and
wished that the witch-girl was as safe
as Josephine of old Alexandria.
he urged me to share mess with
him and several others from the home
town, but was uneasy and preferred
to take piece of meat from the
rangers fire and to prowl deep in the
woods for fresh signs until the dark
ness drove me in.
When the drums beat the long
march on the morning of the seventh
l turned out to assist in getting the
wagons across the creek. But what
was my amazement to learn that the
course had been changed during the
nights council, and that st. Clair had
finally decided it would be best for
the army to swing clear of the rugged
country entirely and to march direct
for the Monongahela.
This would necessitate crossing at
a point where the river bends to the
north, and after marching across the
bend, to recross just below the mouth
OF Turtle creek. This shift in plans
was due to the excellent fords and
their gently sloping banks. There
would be no difficulty In crossing the
guns and wagons. Destiny was TAX
ing the Dinwold girl and me back to
the Frazier cabin.
hunted up the OnOndaga and found
him freshly painted for war and softly
reminding his brenda that he was q
man of the Wolf clan. After finishing
his chanting he cried out to me:
"Yo-hahl They say some very brave
men will die before two more sleeps,
white brother. They say 1t is not
good for men to grow old until they
find all meat tough"
"The French will die bravely if they
fight" | agreed.
"They say the French will not die
alone. 1t will be very strong fight"
There will be no fight unless Beau.
jeu can drive his Indians into making
a surprise attack"
"There win be fight" he gravely
assured me. "Many axes will be GOV.
cred with new paint blood. They
say the English from over the sinking
water do not know how to fight"
"The Delawares have told you that.
They talk like old women"
"a wolf howled in the night to the
Wolf man." he corrected. 'sThe talk
of our nephews, the Leni-Lenapes, goes
by Round Paws ears without enter
ing. Let the witch-woman change her.
self into bird and fly away"
"Let my red brother keep that talk
shut up in his bag" ] warned, secret
ly alarmed by his reference to the Din
void girl. For should there be fight
with the fort Indians feared she
would refuse to hide In a wagon until
1T was over; and 1t did seem cruel
shame that after escaping from Fra.
Tiers cabin she should run the risk
of being hideously killed within gun
shot of it.
"Let her turn herself into bird and
fly back to the Susquehanna. he called
after me.
l FASTENED on, eager to find the girl
and persuade her to stay well back
among the wagons. Even If we were
ambushed and well-blooded she would
be safe at the rear of the line. The
savages could never break through
even though they should punish the
head of the army.
She greeted me shyly and was
strangely willing to do as asked. |
was surprised and pleased with her
acquiescence; for knew she had but
little thought for her own safety.
There was however, small condi-
ton attached to her promise; and she
expressed 1t thus.
tTo BE CONTINUED.p