White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1928-11-16
| did not make diligent inquiry for

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 elt1sh
boyish creature in reality, but my
separation from her translated her
into some symbol of the border, some
thing fearfully desirable. II 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 ofsall met
If they knew of one called Danlei
Morgan. Some protested to have met
him, but none knew about q young
woman dressed as man. At the end
of my service With General Forbes !
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.
And | missed the Onondaga. God
only knows how missed him and his
brave heart when on some lonely
faring | missed Cromit In q lesser
degree and often wished his terrible
hands could help me decide some
uneven argument. Aye, l missed them.
But It was Round Paw of the Wolf
clan whose absence ate into my soul.
Red or white, never was there q
stronger comrade than he. The lone.
ly Monongahela sings his requiem, hut
in my heart he shall ever have a
high place. Many 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 Gar
| isle, uncertain as to what should do
next. The settlers we're preparing
| to follow General Forbes army and
make a new beginning along some
pleasant stream. But |, the last OF
the House of the Open Hand, had 90
| 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
could ever be content on one creek
or in one valley, with the memories
of the MonOngahela haunting mel
With the vision of that small wistfu!
face staring back at me, rode 9
skeleton of horse into Carlisle.
Perhaps It was weakness of spirit
that impelled me to surrender to tho
sudden longing to visit my old home
and once more look through the gate
Of my fathers garden. scarcely RI
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 a suitable horse of q
stranger and did not marvel at his
trust in me. AT times assured my
self II was but whim. that would
soon he doubling on my tracks ant
seeking service In the north; ant
yet rode on.
The memories stirred up by the jour
ney were painful. Unlike that othe
visit, the Onondaga was no longe
my companion; and yet al times
fancied he walked at my stirrup, hi
chest showing the fresh white pain
of the round paw of the wolf L
my more rational moments felt oil
and out of place. II was when
brooded over the witch-girl's disal
pearance that | felt great empt
ness of heart which made all tn
plans of youth but little account
had no wish to look on Josephin
again and tell her poor Busbys far,
!. well message; and yet somethin
drew me to the town.
ITO BE CONTINUED,