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Flying Cloud's last stand, or, The battle of Dead Man's Canyon
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American Indian weekly.
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I. .. < '" .... / I BY SPENCER' DAIR l \ \ { VOl. I II. THB ARTHUR WESTBROOK COIPIIY, CLBYKL.lID, OHIO, U. S. I. PuNished Weekly. By Subscription, $2.5.0 per year; $1.25 for.6 montns. II' NO.7 /" / Copyright. 1911, b,. The Arthur Weatbrook Compao,.. I STAND OR i THE BATTLE OF DEAD SPENCER DAIR ,j ".: .. '. PJUNCIP AL CHARACTERS IN-THIS STORY. FLYING CLOUD-A Great Chief of the Blackfeet Indian Na tion.. A man in spite of his red skin, whose love for his .' country and hiS people, was far greater than his love self. JOHN GoRDON-Postmaster of the l'Iudson's Bay' Company post at Fort McPherson in British North America. A sterling man of business but who knew little of the spirit of the Red Man. : EVELYN GotwoN-The sweet and beautiful daughter of John {Jordon, who was from Merrie England to face a whirlwind of danger on the wonderful North, West f.rontier. CHARLES PYM-Bettei4'known as "Charlie," trapper, hunter, em'ployee of the Hudson's Bay Company in whose un daunted heart was the stuff that makes a hero. STAR-EYEs-An Indian maide.u of the Blackfeet's. ?he was a girl with a tawny skin, but a "white heart," and who loved her people with "the Jove' that passeth under. FRITZ HARZ-A }lero of trackless miles of snow and Ice, who CHAJ;>TER 1. ALL." Halt! Form in line behind the shadow of those big white pine trees." The command came smartly from the lips of J ohn Park er. J "There is the enemy! Make 110 noise," he almost whispered a moment later. modestly carried out his mission of danger and who faced death with a smile of courage. COLONEL JOHN PARKER-An old Indian fighter, and leader of the SnOw-birds. He was in command .at the fearful In dian massacre which brought on the historic "Blackfee't Indian War." PETER PARELLA-A modern Samson, and a member of the Snow-birds a secret organization of North-West trappers and hunters, who were banded together to sweep every Indian from t4e ( hunting and trapping districts about Peel River,' British North America "THE MoosE"-A half-breed" whose exploits as a "gunfighter" made him a terror of sudden death. "THE ROSE OF THE FRONTIER"-The Indian wife of "The Moose," and a Hurdy-gurdy girl in Indian Jackjs dance house, at Fort. McPherson. .,.. BEAR-HEAD-Father of Flying Cloucl, and who held in youth his son's office of Great Chief of the Blackfeet. He was an Indian whose life was one great effort to improve his people. The motley, crowd of men came .. to a pause at the word of command. A trapper clad in deer-skins, trimmed with rare beaver fur, stooped and his snow-shoes. A youth, hardly yet of age, but who knew the great, wild, trackless countrywhere the Peel River empties into Mackenzie Bay and then flows to the Arctic ocean, in BriVsh North America, as. well as a city dweller knows his labyrinth of streets, examined his riRe. '

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THE AMERICAN 'INDIAN WEEKLY. 'Trappers and hunters from a wilderness, made up what we a:e after. We don't go much on law out littl e band of one hundred, which faced Colonel here. We' Just m .. ake our o,:"n law .. The we Pari} er. Each man a law unto himself, yet everf ',man going -19 now, wdllbl. ,be. wttlt wil Fhg to be, a fighting of the cotpmand. .1". \ . Hur:ah, Crle !,he utln ow ones. at C ,olonel' Parker swelled' with pride as he' glanced IS the kmd of ta!k... over the ranks.,' .' .We must teac}I Flyng Cloud, and hiS band, down U gb! It's cold,'" muttered-, one of the men as he there iri thop t valley, that the further they keep away blew his } chilly breath into the .. from a white man the better for them." Forty degrees below zero," replied a companion. "Hurrah! "I'noticed the readings on when we "Our watch-word IS 'kill.all.''' left FQ;t early this morning ." "That is the talk. Hurrah,!" "And ten feet of snow on the Whew! you "Now separate into two parties. One attack from pet it's co)d." one side-the other from the' rear. The tepees are "Good fur weather: This hard winter means facing the river. Let Pete Parella, lead one party; money trap'pers and hunters, my boy." the one to attack from the rear. I will lead the van." ','.Money?' Not for us . It will all go to that gang Colo nel 1?arkefs face was filled with pleasure at the of red. men down there." ',' onGoming battle. speaker pointed his revolver he held "You boys,'! cried Pete Parella a gi_ In. hiS outstretched qand, through the splen did forest gimtic trapper "that we are all to yell '1Ii11 All' as weighted down with ,snow, t 9 peq.ceful Nalley which we make our lay beneat.h. .': Our battle cry; good!" cried the band. There, m the bend of the nver. bank curled the "Don't let one Indian escape," c r ied Colonel 'smoke rp m an encampn:ent of Indian braves. Parker." Once and for all teach them the fact that The from their lodges, they must keep 'Off oor toes. We make all the first tea cups up Side floated In the stdl, fro.sty air. catches, sell our furs first, and they must come W and chtldren could be seen the second." tepees With here and there an old toddlmg along, "H 1" II d tl b d 'with feeble I l:trra 1, ye e le an I t was a peaceful scene. ordered Parella, who had been Sixty lo'CIges, eh?" the first speaker muttered. fO:,mlng h1s J;>,arty at side. ; About thre e h ndred in the band." r?rward, Parker. It's Flying band," came the reply. as wtnd the two bands hurned to "The Great Chief of the Blackfeet Indians, eh?;' the1r respectlv . statIOns. "Yes.'1 , Not the shghttest of the projected What is he doing here? the fated Jndlans. They were engaged 10 '/. "It's 'debftime' at' the Hudson's Bay Compa'ny their vocatIOns, when the first shot came from headquarters here, you know." attackmg part'y. A nod was the only reply. Its note roared the warning as Peter Parella sent Each man in th e band knew system of the great the dealing bulJet from his ;ifle.. Hudson's Bay Company in rating each Indian trapper A sixteen year <;>ld boy, standmg III front of hiS or httnte' r, according to his record of fur catches in father's. received Parella's shot, and curled up winters past, and upon this record giving him credit. dea.d, great ugly woti.nd in throat, through for supplies in of his catch for tne present which hiS ,blood ehhed )n a flood .. winter. . A dozen nfles flashed, and spat their venom In the 'That is it," growled another of the watch-form of a whirl of bullets upon the defenc;eless village. iog banel. '.'Jhe' Postmaster at Fort McPherson gives omen with chilrlrep in their arms fell and died, so much credit to the Indians, that we white hunters, whtle. the shot.s soon sent 'the ones they were and trappers, have to stand back and see the Indians carrytng to qUick get the best of it all the ti'me." who had in youn.ge. days been Chiefs of A growl went along the ranks. renown m the Blackfeet nation; rushed to weapons, "The rldians last, we first," yelled a tall man, a but they were killed before they couJd hardly fire a big game hunter from the Arctic Red country. shot. 7 Kill the red dogs," ci'ied another man. It was an awful scene. Sweep them qff face .of,r, the earth.'" Corpse!? piled high upon each other lay in every The 'men their rifles, or drew their re/ direction. The village was a shamble. Blood ran down volvet's, which they flourished in their anger. into the snow, and turned it crimson. Men and Holel! Be careful, boys," said Colonel Parker. women rlied without a murmur, like the Indian stoics "Do not alarm the enemy." they wer e. The admonishing words calmed the angry company. Children c1ose<;l their eyes in dea:th, at the revolver's It's nonsense boys, to make so much noise. You ringing summons, with a smije of triumph over king w,ill defeat the plans we have made, if you .do not Death. keep quiet," Colonel Parker added. Nowhere, in the terrible massacre was there a "He i!? right" a member of the pqrfy spoke up. cowarrl; not an Ipdian showed the dreaded "White "Keep quiet, evetyone." Feather.'" We are here to eocterminate that band of Indians; "All follow me," yelled Bear-Head once Great down there," added Colonel the "rights of (!ihid of the Bl<\Ckfeet tribe,as he tried to form his the whites, to hunt fur-bearing' animals in the great dying people in some sort of battle array. "I will North-West, above those. of any infernal Indian, are tty to save some of us."

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/ THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 3 "With not a sound thestirvivors limped, crawled, or SOn1e cri r d,death to 'all Indians, Teach tlie red men ran to where their leader stood. to kee p off white hunter s territory." In vain he waved above his head the "Written' What?" roared Great Chief Bear-Head. "Say Pape r of his 'or certificate of the Canadian' thatt agai,n." gov ernment, that' Flying Cloud s band was its ward. Star-Eyes repeated her words. N o one -paid the slightest attention to him. Instead It' s as I thought," rejoined Bear-Head. "It's an a le a den hail of came from' the attacking forc& of the white man to drive all Indians out of that l ay in a sort of semi-circle around the beleaguered the N orthVV est. It's a trouble that has long been Indians and pickea them off without to them-brewing.' claim we have been doing selves. . too well, as fur trappep; and hunters, and that we get 'vVo unded in his arm, shot twke through his more game than they do-:-" sho ulder, a great red line o A his scalp showing where And why not? cried Star-Eyes. "Is not any Ina bullet had torn its way, Bear-Head, managed to get dian the superior at trapping or hunting, of any white three y o uths, himseli, two Indi a n women, and twq man. It i s all we know ; all we have to live upon." chil d r e n t og ether, and witH lightning sReed, hUl:ried For t11\! white men ha v e stokn our land," rejoined across the ri v er, which was, frozen, and vanisl;ed, into Bear.-Head. "They now want to take our only way of the 'great s now-clad mys terious forest. making a living away. T o his s tricken people he c ould make no answer. "Ho w dastardly," said Sta r-Eyes. "How cruel." Over a n d over they asked why he was flying. It is," repUed Bear-Head. "But for some time I 'Ii It c o uld not be whites that attacked us," 'said one h av e k n owl' that the Snow-birds, that s ecret organizaof the I ndia n w omen rescued. W at peace with tion o f the whites, w a s t alking oyer the question of a.ll t h e w hite s ." dri v ing us fro m the t\orth-W e s t But I did not think "Great Chief s were those that shot at us," cried th@y w ould dare to att ack us here, so n e ar Fo r t Mcanother o f the rescued women. "I saw, Colonel Pher s on unde r the pr otectio n a s w e are of our emP a rker fr o m Fort McPherson, leading the men in ployer s the Hudson's Bay Company." front o f o ur village." \ '" "The Snow-birds then made up that attacking T hey y elled, Kill' A ll, whi s pered a boy. p a rty 1''' said Star-Eye s Bear-He a d nodded. Y es.'" I 1\'[y c hildren," he said, this is an attack ort the "Is Colonel Parker their chief?" p art of t he Snow-birds." "He i s." j T h e S n ow Qirds ? came the h o rrified reply., 'II H e led them?" "Yes. That terrible white-men's organjzation, "He l e d one p a rty." banded to drive every trapp e r and hunter out "Which one?" o f the North-West, i s behind that attack ,on our Th e onethat att a cked us at the entrance to our" p eople." .. ,l o d ges. " There mus t be help f O f us, some where," whimpered W h o led the other part y-the 'one tha t came in the-a g i rl. rear?" It was StarEyes, pride of the Blackfeet nation, a Peter Pa_ rella, the big trapper who Fl ying; : t aJl, lit he beautiful" Indian m a iden, with a clear C l oud a t the fort last week that he 'wa s a sneaking' bron zed s kin, _blaCK-hair! shaded a I n dian an? would have t ?,Fet out o f the K orth-West,. wonderfull y pair of black eyes, wHIch changed or the whIte man 'wo uld I so as h er m oo d s changed, even jn baby-hood, tnat her Th en-w ell w h y t alk o f the past Our pe?ple are' f o n d m o ther had her, S t ar-Eyes." dead b y hundreds. O f the three hundred souls that:: I BearH e a d sadly shook. his head in the negative. ar ose in our v illa g e this m orning, only eight are nbW" W h e r e c an the Indian lo o k f o r help?" he inquired ali ve." sadl y. "Here is roy' Written paper i 9sued at Ottawa' Across Bear-Read's f a c e came a shadow b y the of, It shows that the ,of deep regret. band of FlYing are .111 re c eipt of bounty from the "But back hidden f a r .away nea r the g reat Rocky government and were entItled to res pect from the pale M ounta'l n s are t wo tho usanc1 o f our p e ople-o f "{hich fa s e s You saw wave that my head eig-ht h yndred.are gre a t w arri ? r s, sneerec1 Star ,-Eyes. s o that all those men could wiH rev enue the d ea d of our pe ople. "Yes, Great Chid, said Star-Eyes, who ,had the Chil d, child, B ear-Head. 'we c o unt ourselves India n 's veneration for a g ed, and past greatness well by Jiundr e d s The whi t e men' a 're like the leaves of inculca t e d tn her mind' b y her mother ; "Yes" we th e f o re s t in the su rnme r time. If we kill everv Snowsaw ,vave the paper." I bir d in the N orth-West there i s a f ores t o f white men Bear-H e ad pointed to the blo ody bandage he had l eft t o come an, d t ake their places But we-a few has til y wrapped about his forehead hund re d shots; a f e w tho us and' s h D t s and like the -<' Tha t was the white men's answ;er to that b rea th o f the mornin g f og th a t rises afte r .tre sun g-oes \i\Tritten P ap er. It is a chea t, a lie." and flees a wa y a s-it a,rises. the Indians are gone. Bear-H e ad t o re the certific ate into a thousand bits . A nd there are non e left tq tak, e thejr places H e threw it with an eloquent g e s ture of upon rhe ;;tged head' o f the speaker fell upon his breast as the s now, through which' he and his tiny party were he s p o k e stumhling, /' He well knew wh a t a battle to the death woulO mean The pal e cried," added Bear-Head,' to ever:y member Q J ,Fly;ing Cloud's' band. you know, Star,.Eyes,-some battle-cry. DiQ you
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4 THE AMERICAN INDIAN 'W$EKL Y. Through the forest came the ruddy hue of the burn-A fierce wild exclamation rang about the band of ing tepees of the Indians.', young wa:riors surrounding the Great Chief, wbo like There burns our homes," s .aid Bear-Head. .Ljke lBear-Head, once elected to this office was always a breath they are gone forever. So, like a breath, will known by its title. we go, when we oppose to the white people. War! War!" the warriors yelled. "Death for I am 019, and I know." death. Blood for blood, Flying Cloud has taken from "Better a hero death than a cow's end," gasped I,is totem bag, the great gray three the Star-Eyes. \. '-' feathers that whtl,n sent to the white men, IS a.slgnal Better a death for' thtl, Indian than a lO'ng life of for war to the death." battle with the Snow-birds," rejoined Beal'-:Head. 'Take these feathers to the Postmaster at Fort Me, The 'little band pressed' Pherson," cried Flying Cloud. "They mean bitter Through the show for miles they hurried. Half clad war till the last Blackfeet Indian is dea.d, or the last the progress was slpw. All suffered greatly, but all man is swept from the great :N' orth-West. Tell knew that there was no alternative. They must meet the Postmaster that I will kill two whites for every Flying Cloud and his band of hunters, which had left dne that fell to-day in my village. Tell him that I , the villag, e a few days before, and an Flying Cloud' have spoken." runner had announced was returning to .the village, With like Bpeed, from the band of warnors, a before succor could be accorded them, fleet runner with snow'>shoes of his kind on his feet, At length the f6rest th.eY met !"Iying Cloud'l separated himself from the party', and at great speed What means thIs? he asked 10 astolllshment when' hurried away toward Fort McPherson. hesaw the weary party. "There goes the brand that will set thIS enttre Bear-Head, his father, and his predecessor in the country a-flame with war's red banner," cried Flying office of Great Chief told him of the massacre of the Cloud. "Snow-birds, I take your battle cry f o r mine Indian village. -' Kill All.' ,, Except for the turning of a shade darker in color, With fierce eyes the Great Chief looked ab o ut upon Flying Cloud tpade rio 'visible showing of his feelings. hjs' band. He was a splendi d picture as stood befoi e old His eyes sparkled. Bear,Head. Every head bObe the War signal, the thre e feather s Tall, strong, with gTeat black eyes, long black hair from the wing of :;t grea t-gray that swept his broad shoulders, with a torso that War! war! 'cned FlYing Cloud. Then he g ave the showed his great strength; dressed in a long garment blood freezing war cry of the Blackfeet natio n of rabbit skin, pointed at each side that came to his ,It went echoing down the corridors made by the thighs; a pair of deer-skin leggings, dressed with the trees of the forest. hide or fur, on the outside; with heavy moccasins, Each warrior joined in the horrible sound. ending in snow-shoes on his .feet, Flying G:loud, was a * * * * * m ar.tial figure. .' Away .back at the Peel River bend, where smo ulder, Hs cap of musk-rat skin, shielded his fierce face. On ing and flickering ember s Iwas all that 'was left of the his hands were deer skin. mittens. He car lied a long Indian village, Col. John Parker glanced over the rifle, and bore a brace of revolvers in his belt. A heaps of dead. keen knife peeped tirom his bosom; across which was a "Ah! ha!" he shouted . "This is a lesso n for the string of gay beads. Indians eh? Around him et'owded the members of his party. Xs-,But his blood froze a 'Second la-ter when Peter tonishment was depicted on eyery face., Parell aand his band joined him. Peter whis pered one Then we braes, in number, are all that wdrd in his ear. C o lonel Parker turned li vid beneath at;'e left?" was asked. ," We here are all that is left of his coat of tan that shielded his face. our happy village." Not a 'buck Indian, except old onw;, were killed." "Yes," replied Bear-Head. "Sixty-three souls in Parella hissed. all.'! " That?" roa'red C o l o nel Parker. "The n w h ere i s A great cry for vengeance v yent up from each savage Flying.Cloud and his warrior s?" throat. In moment all traces, of intercourse with the As if in answer to the que stion there came flying 'whites was lost, instead the Red Man thirsting for from the forest an Indian runner. white blood, was all that was left. I He sped to where' Colonel Parker stoo d The braves drew around Flying Cloud "Take this to .the Postmaster o f the Hudson s B av have lost my lather and my mother sa\d one. Company at Fort McPherson," he said. "I ask for reven2'e.'" TI 1 f f h P len ,at t le eet 0 t e wonderingwhite he dropped "I have lost my wife," chimed in another brave: a little bundle, like a wraith vanishe d in the f orest. "I ask' you f o r my revenge. "Thr'ee feathers fr o m the gray E ag l e said So, each in turn demanCled .of the yonng Great Chief. C olonel -Parker. "War to the knif e that means. Yes the toll to be" paid in blood for the death of friend. R iving Cloud and his band o f warrio r s were no t in the or rel:J.t!ve. / .. vjll a g e wh'e? we attacke? it. v V e have only killed old .What thtnk" you, Bear-Head, at !ength men and W001en and chIldren. I fear we have made a Flymg Cloud. I know well as yOIj the ternble / 'O'reat mistake." od('ls we mus t face. It is Flying Cloud's last ,., "We have eertainly II'O'hted th fl f I d' n "I "b' fl d B H d <" B ,., e ames 0 an n la tIS, ne yanswere eare,a ut we war in the North-West," rejoined Peter Parella. "We exact toll of or ou: race IS forever shamed. '11ust hurry back to the Fort. It is not well manned FIYlllg: Cloud from hIS totem bag, the emblem 110W that we are away." of a:ll that is sacred to a Blackfeet Indian, thre' e long ThrotlgJi the woods came the war cry of Flying feathers. Cloud's banll.

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THE AMalCAN INDIAN WEEKLY Tj1e roar of rifle, a curtain of flame, burst from the Company, or ill'hours of leisure, a frequenter of abo\" woods. Twb of Colonel Parker's band fell, dyeing the only plat e of amusement in Fort McPherson, It: the snow with their' blood. dian Jack's dance hall. : The war .is here now," yelled Colonel Parker. Charlie did not know his Indian partner. Except To cover boys. Fight them from cover." that sue w.as trim in figure, wore a gown that East As his bancl disappeared in the underbrush Colonel had been fashionable ten years before, but passed Parker sighed. muster in Indian Jack's resort, as, the latest dream in God help the men, women and children at the Fort dresses, and waltzed like a fairy, lie did not care. if we are beaten," he muttered. , He had pai<;i five Canadian dollars to Indjan Jack, a canopy of flame h!ld burst into a great confla-.: l?w browed half-breed, near the bar fO.r grabon. ticket 'necessary before Jomlng the dancers, and It dId War! War!" yelled Flying Cloud's band. "Kill not make the slightest difference to him, as to whom All! was his partner. The Blackfeet natioll h.ad risen against the whites, The Indian girl, Rose of t\le Frontier as she was and the secret organization, the Snow-birds. And the called, not speak _much English, and Charlie whites had only themselves to bla 'me. ' Pym could not speak fluent Indian, but each laughed a great deal, danced with much unction, and enjoyed \ CHAPTER II. themselves. Between each dance as was the rule Charlie treated his partner at the bar, and although each treat sepa rated him from a Canadian dollar, he was quite sure CHARLES PYM DANCES TOO LONG. that he Was getting full value for his cash . -Hours thus sped. Forward and back." The dance room was constantly, being added The" caIJer" Indian J ack's house 'at Fort to "every moment, so by the midnight hour it was filled McPherson was busy.this night. almost to suffocation. \ For the trappers and hunters were out' in force. Pym liking the girl whom he had first selected ex-There had been a summer in which game had not tremely dancing with her, which was a violabeen very plenty which was followed by an early fall. tion of frontier he did not know it. Then came the significant early winter, when every It was not until his boon companion, FritZi ,Harz, fur bearing animal in the North-West seemed to have had held up his ham-1ilse hand several times that Pym gotten ready for the greater cold of -the mid-winter, saw him. by adding to fur on its back. -'" What is in the wind," he cried to Harz, as he left Thick glossy fur, brought much more than thinhis partner for a moment. ner kind that came in the mIlder winters, and there Getting weary of life, eh '?" Harz asked cordially. was corresponding glee in the hamlet of Fort McPher"Not yet,: replied Pym. "Why do you say so?" son, where the Hudson's Bay Company, held full "Oh, nothing. Just thought that if you had not sway mace your will you had better do it." The trappers and hunters could not have been so Pym was ;lstonished. happy if it was not for this great fur trading company. "Kick me if I know what you mean, Harz," he said. Chartered in the time of Charles II to help the cousin "What's all this stuff you are handing me? of the English King, Prince Rupert, it had grown, and It was the-turn of Harz to look astonished. grown, until now it about dominated the fur ,tratle of "You, don't mean that you are such a bleary idiot the North-West. ; that you don't Know what you are doing ? he asked, Its business method was simple. Hunter or trapper, "Why no. I am dancing." Indian or white, 'had his rating, and up0!l it, was given Of course you are, but with the RosF of the Frontier credit. for at least three hours." man nearly, in Indian Jack's dance house had "What of it?" received his credit that day from the company, and so I "Oh, nothing, but the man who says he is her hust he was in funds. What cared he if to pay the advance band, is outside with a great long gun, yvith which he in supplies or in cash he had received he must go to has informed the entire hamlet, he' is about to blow the great wilds where often the foot of white man had your fool head off with." not the soil, and wrest his debt from wily "Thunder." animals? I Likewise lightning," added Harz. "That young Enough for eVery man that he was in funds, and woman has been pleading with you fat: the last hour that there was warmth and hospitality at Indian to let her join her hupby in the choicest Indian dia-Jack's. ," lect." .The fact he had to pay for it all never dawned "But I don't speak any of her Indian dialect." upon a single man in the room. "So I now see W ell, if I were you I'd hitch that The bar at the far side was liberally patronized. Army revolver of yours ahea9 a point. You will prob-Spinning around in a waltz in the center of the room ably -need to use it in about four minutes. I am of were various men and women, the women, the floating the-Opinion that you have danced a trifle too long." kind that congregate on the frontier. Pym was serious in a At the sides of the room quadrilles were being He knew what a sudden brawl over a girl meant in danced for which the" caller" gave his rasping voice. Indian Jack's dance house. Dancingwith an Indian girl was Charles Pym, bet-It meant an appeal to the revolver. tei as" Charlie," trapper and hunter, good felPym further knew that while the woman he was low, trader for furs, of the Hudson's Bay dancing with was a mere lay figure so far as he

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7 THE. AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 4 ,ncerned, that no one in the crowded room kn.ew this act, and that if he was chall.enged to a tevolver duel, :ae would have to accept,"and fight it out to the death as some one said, "in the bloody ar /e{la of the dance hall." . I '; Cl .. lrse O1e for an addle pated idiot," P.ym thought. "This affair will be pretty bad fo me." For" Ch, arlie" Pym, was a J trusted runner of the Hudson's Bay Company: His duties required the presence of mind of a very brave man. Once in the dead of each North-West winter was Pym"s duty to visit' every' Indian encampment within three hundred miles, the"re to gather from each the pe.1tries, or skins each.):,rapper or hunter had to credit the result on ,their "debt" books, and to make his way a lope back to the Hudson's Bay Com-pany with his valuable freight: I t. Blit l?Yll1 ha,d not been entirely frank with Harz in telling him that he no Indian dialect. He had known it bett e r for his purpose not to confess that for a lopg while he' had indirectly', understood what Indian woman wa s talking about, and had laughed at he fears, although he had not fully understood exactly what she said. His k n o wledge of Indian language was entirely' among the various dialects of the seyeral branches of the Blacldeet. tribe; while the girl with him was a 1'favajo. H e knew enough of her conversation to cause him to wish he had heeded wh# she was saying. , But to Fritz Harz, Pym was the same as ever; gay, jQlly, fear free and .careless. __ "Oh, ho!" whistled Pym. "Does the wjnd set in that q u arter! By what gay husband am I accused of stealing away his pretty wife,l' he quoted. By 'The Moose.''' Wow! Ely tJle Blackfeet IT\dian, gambler, trader, 'bad-man, gun fighter better known by the name of 'The NIoose ; eh? Well, that's bad," repljed Pym. But I will, take mine weapon as my arbitrator and do me a battle with this who eats-us-whites-alive." "Charlie. old Chap, be serious' for once," entr!!ated Harz. .This 'is' serious. 'This man will kill you if you don't kill him." . "But if I kill him who will support his widow, Rose of the Frontier?" What Js that to you? " "Nothing." Then why prate of it? .," I don't unless you force' me I tp do it.'1 You are in an extremely awkward position." .. Guess I will run." Run? And be disgraced forever." That's so." "" Better remain here and fight it Qut." ,it That's what I am going to do." Are those of yours ready-are you heeled?" "Sure. Do you think I don't know better than to venture in here without being ready for trouble." "Charlie, do you know that since you have been dancing here l more than what is going to happen to your fool neck, has been in the air." Tell it, old man, tell.. It's disagreeable and I see you are dying to tell it." t "All right! 'lfhe Snow-birds cleaned Flying cloud's enq.rrfpment thip morning." .' What?" v I And k,illed all but eight people." Ye, Gods and great fi.shes: upless they got Flying Cloud-dId they kl. ll hIm. "No. The 'fools killed only a few old men, women and children'." My but that's bfld. is not an In?ian in the that won't rIse after 'women and children, the idiots : " Ye s Some' one told Colonel Parker, head of Sn' ow-birds, of the encampment. Y au. know. how Im petuous he is. He turned out the fightmg legIOn of Snow-birds at once and went and' 'Cleaned up the vIllage of Flying Cloud.". ". Where was Flying Cloud? I' Out with a hunting "Ah." And now' there has just come a messenger from Colon e l Parker to the Fort." "Well?" I' L . It was to say that an 'Indian lad had pressed hIS way into the camp of the Snow-birds, even pefore they '-hac! O'otte n awa y fro m the slaughter they had made, and h ac! dropped three feathers froin a gray Eagle, at the f oo t of Colonel Parker " Thunder." Of course that is t he Indian way o f a declaration of war t o the death, and a me ssenger. was hurried to the Fort to give us time to prepare f o r the trouble. Flying Cl oud is a great warrior. He may attack the Fort any ino'ment." l Am I needed at the Fort?" You are." "'To d o what? "The Postmaster wants y o u to go out and try to make a treaty of peace with Flying Clo ud." ; A treaty of peace with an Indian when he has just declared war-why n o t a s k me to make a treat y with a rattlesnake when he is rattling showin g h e i s just ready to spring." But you hav' e got to go." "Not I.' It's like a conf ounded. L ondoner like the Postmaster here, to ask me to do .such a thing. Why man, I would be killed in a minute." "Probably. But y o u know John Gordon." "Otherwise the Postmaster?" ., Yes." nodded. "What he says is pretty liable to go with Or I go, as we are both employed by the Hudson's Bay -Company, and he knows that he is my superior." And he has a daughter, Miss Evelyn. "Oh fudge." "You will go and try to make a treaty with Flying Cloud, Mr. Pym, yoq may rest assured," jeered Harz. "Even if YOll are scalped as a result of your fool bravery. And when you are wanted, here you are, about to engage in a fight with an Indian, over his wife-oh, you idiot." Pym laughed. All right," he said. "It's a fool position for me to be in but if I don't fight I will be brande'd as a coward everywhere. I must needs fight." Look out! '! cried Harz, H there comes'" The Moose.''' As he yelled the warning the crowd broke and fled. The Moose advanced. He was a half-breed. His face was distorted by passion. Ih his harid he carried a large revolver.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAl'\ WE,EKLY . absolutely surprising" the revolver of Pym was tWisted from its holster by its Both. weapons glive their <;I.readed explosion at the same time. .The two heavy caliber shots went flying through the air. bullet killed him. Red badges otbattle began to show on many brawny shoulders, wounds were recehed. "We have'lost four men, reported Peter Parella, to Colonel to whom he crawled under a withering fire, which thrice wounded him slightly. "How 'many wou'nded?" inquired the commanding officer . Nearly everybody," replied Pareila. : Bad! Bard!" answered Parker. "Peter we have CHAPTER III. down a nest on our .did not make sure that we got Flying Cloud before we. FLYING CLoun's REVENGE. made this raid." "True," grunted Parella "But what is the use of "We have them 'safe. I shall be revenged." post-lJlortems? What we did not do is not half as irri-Flying Cloud witlf these words turned toward Starportant just now as we are going to do." Eyes, just as the Indian band fired, its first shot at "Right you are: But what <;an we do,?" the Snow-birds. " Fight it out, just The keen military sense in this hali savage man told "That is all very well. But Flying Cloud has our him that he would wip 'the victory in this, the first range petfectly. He is picKing us off every brush Qf what was to go down into history, as "The "We' hav e got to stand ,that. If we try to retreat Great Blackfeet'War." I ' we are surely done for. FlYlllg Cloud's band would "Are you confident?" swiftly replied the Indian .make dead men of us all in ten, minutes." maiden, as she drew nearer to the warrior, The couple '.' Can we not up the mountain?" spoke in the soft, poetic dialect of the Blackfeet in Impossible.")' "'"' whic.h. a ,few ;nake what would be a .long sen"Why?'" tence 111 our language. "Look up that snow clad mountain side." . "Absolutely," returned Flying <;:loud. "They. are Colo nel pax:ker glanced in the direc.tion of the steep III a coop. Look! They can not escape .up the mounmountain. He saw a floating cloud of smoke proceed-tain side." . ina' from a forest of s plendid pines." I True." h . "The enemy. are there is force," Colonel P.arker iVY e have ten of our best young w.arriors ,led by said mournfully. ?h:e gre/at fighter, there in those woods at "You Det! Parella. "'QIis Flying Cloud Three wreaths of 'flame and smoke burst out of the can nGlt have as many men as we, but lie is a watrior point indicated by Flying Cloud <1s he spoke. ail right. He has ilisp osed his menso we are under a Th h l'k cross-.fite." ree w Ip 1 e snaps told of the explosion .of three rifles \ .t' He has cut us off from escape by' the mountain." Aha!" continued Flying :loud. "There spoke He has." ; the weapons of our young mei\. See, there goes a "His braves are in the woods there at the left." pale face to his eJ.ld." . f Yes; 'hear Jhe whine of the rifle bullets?" A waving arm showed from a tliicket behind which We can not advance because his main fighting a Snow-bird was hidden tliat the had gone force is there, -right ahead." home. , ".Yes." Kill All! roare
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THE AMERICAN WEEKLY. Flying Cloud' to the firinoline of his braves, with'instructions to 'turn their rifles upon Parella. Ping went the Indians' weapons Little white sprays of sprang up all. ar:01fnd Parella, but he seemed to be' protected by 'an InVISIble spiritas,thebulletsstruck. I , Like soIh e g reat sn
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(. \ THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. s before he could get his revolver in motion he The Ihdian was a strong man also. He hHd his saw a shadow dart by him, stop, turn, and with a own against the white with great address for several fierce yell" the doughty white man threw his arms minutes. about the straight, splendid form of a young Indian. Then came a great change. The youth had unseen, dashed through the smoke, With one long effort of his entire strength, Parella and .had stolen a watch upon the w,pite man, who in whirled the gasping Indian away from him, breaking getting ready for the had tried to get ,the battle his fierce hold upon his body'. rea.dy, not thmkmg that the foe might be Then the white man with a tremendous long leap, commg whIle he was preparing to meet l1im.jumped backward. The butchery began. -"He is going to tU, rn a somersault," said Colonel The Indian was equally surprised because the Parker to one,of the Snow-birds, who had crept over den clutch the foe had not allowed him to use the to him, no, he isn't-look, just look:' revolver whIch he held' in his right haird or the toma-' Parella had J'umped six feet in the air by a long hawk in his left. spring Both his feet shot up when he was on a level But address he both weapons and with the Indian. caught Parella by the throat Th t I' p' The white man's moccasins crashed into the In-e grea musc es marella's head seemed to be dian's (ace. :.the blow was delivered with such force, swelling to bursting. So far as the pr-easure on his th.roat was concerped, Indian might as ,well have such ,,,onderul address, that' the Indian's face 'was trIed to crush a pme tree between his hands as to at, crushed in as if his countenance had been, a bit of tempt to strangle the white man paper. This the Indian soon saw. So he t ried another plan The blow sank directly into the Indian's brain. His of attack . was covered with blood, and his crushed ""ose, arms to slowly swarm 'down Parella's' and mouth with all the teeth pressed inward g\ve him back tn. an to reach the trapper's back low dov:,n; a terrible expression. then WIth a qUIck upward movement the Indian hoped \ Reeling from. the blow the Indian was helpless. to snap the white man's spinal column. With a swift gesture Parella grasped his enemy by, blocked this movement by bringing his forethe arm. One blow with his Bowie knife went clear to head down upon the Indian's nose. Blood flowed in a the brave's heart; he sfumbled, fell forward, dead, stream. while around him the snow ran red with his life lMood. Ugh!" cried the Indian not reUshing this mode "Retreat to the river, boys! cried Parella without of attack. \ awaiting the storm of shot which he knew would come I'll give you much, 'ugh,' cried Parella. the Indians saw that he' had been victorious. It's '.10, the poor Indian' for yours, you sneaking 'That's the orDer, follow me," replied Colonel red man" " Parker. He led the way toward the Peel River, think"White man, he-got-die," panted tI1'e Indian', but ing to escape across its frozen surface. who had stopped the effort to get a spinal hold on his The way is clear for a moment," yelled Parella, antagonist. with 'speed meanwhile hurrying along. "Look here. A d ozen rifles had been leveled at the two' fighting I got tha, t young buck's three feathers of war men, f o r now they were in clear view of each side of As he spoke Parella fastened the feathers in his .J., fl' cap. tj ,e con Ict, but Colonel parker's men feared that!' while the two forms w 'rithed hither and thither in such The shots now began to patter like hail through the deadly communion, a shot might kill Parella' . underbrush the hotly pressed white men were forcing Flying Clpud's band was equally fearful of shooting their way, thr.ough. I their champion, so the splendid wrestling -..match be\Vhile every advanta g e was .... taken as to cover came the center of attention for each C3f the opposing several of .the Spow-birds were woun4-ed / \ forces. I hate to be made a target of by those infernal Splendid," e!}couraged C o lonel ,Parker as he saw wretches," Colcinel Parker shouted to Parella : Parella frustrate the attempt to break his back. "Never mjnd," the latter replied. "It is not. time "Catch him lower down," in turn advised Flying to talk oyer that side of our troubles. Rush along fast Cl oud, who in his anxiety" to ha'-:,e his Indian champion for the nver. If we can get there ahead of the 'Indians' win the struggle had left his post and could be seen we may be able to cross it, gain the underbrush over waving encouragement to his men frolll the underthere and change ollr battle front." brus h of the firing line. ' ; Then when they tried to cross, they would be at-Star-Eyes who was as excited as was Flying Cloud taCking instead of being under manage d to pull the enthusiastic Chief back from "Of cottrse. Then WI; would stand a better chanc' e where a chance shot might end his life 'but she also O llt of this deadly where Flying Cloud has the young Indian by her cries. all the benefit of the better position." To the watchers it looked as if the battle had raged The Snow-birds a war worn party; wound ed, battle for h o ur s ; but really it had only been going on for a to r n yet still fighting hurried after the two weary few moments when a most wonderful thing hap!}ened. leaders. Parella's face waS' seen to be distorted by his effort r!ver! look! the river, now boys hurry to break loose from the Indian. across, cned Cqlonel Parker as he r..an down th.e river His feet 9ug d"eep into the snow. ijis back,
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/ I THE AllElUCAN !INDIAN -' the other side, Parella saw great uncouth, gigantic forms, toward the frightened white ,p-en. H What are Parella .asked in agony. A great colony of white Polar bears, that of all North-West cried Colonel Parker. "See thete, are ten of .. them." We must kill them." J H That would be easy, put while, we are killing the bears the Indians will kill us." A ,gr1eat yell of joy was heard from the band of Fly ing Croud. They; saw the terrible position the white men were in. "Now for my revenge," cried Flying Cloud' Charge! Dr;.awing his keel1 tomahawk, with great long leaps through the,' deep snow, he, followed by his blood thirsty qand, <;lashed in a wild charge upon th' e little band of white men, who seemed ready to b 'reak into, ) a ,wild panic, at the horrible" situation they found facing. ' CHAPTER IV. It was a tottering man, back and forward. It was The Moose. I Ha! thought Pyill. "That touch upon my forehead must been the bullet from The Moose's re' Pym's hand hurried to his temple. It came away wet with blood. It just' grazed me," Pym thought., . Look out Charlie" Pym heard the vOIce of Fntz Harz calling' as if an immense height. "He is going to shoot again." . I Pym jumped backward hIS entIre thoughts now clear. He was, he knew, still fighting for his life. The Moose, was now down on his knees. On the bosom of his hunting sh}rt a rapidly growing shadow ,showed where the blood was ebbing from a wound through '14ngs.. .' The Monse was trymg to raIse hiS revolver. Pym 'raised his: He waited to see whether the wounded man could get strength together to fire again. If he cou'Id Pym knew he must kill the fellow before he could shoot again. It was nature's law, self preservation. Standing still and tense Pym watched his antagonist The Moose straightened up, tried to rise, tried to A GREAT SHOT. raise his revolver; but his life blood was leaving him too rapidly. Charles Pym fdt that when .his shot left hi? rev:olver After a magnificent effort, The Moose gave it up. that it I would the last one he ever fired. His revolver dropped from his nerveless hand; he fell The crowd 11,1 the dance hall had crept clear back forwan;l on his face with a gentle sigh. to each side of the room. Indian Jack stood with The battle was over. Charlie Pym had won his both arms widely outstretched as if trying to keep the first g'un-fight against the most dangerous gun-man in crowd back. the North-West. The Moose, with hi' S great revolver in his hand, The crowd roared its appreciation. poised lightly, as if about10 belch forth its shot again" "The best gun fight I ev' se', Mon Dieu," congratu-seemed to Pym to be twice as large as the room. ' lated Indian Jack, of French-Indian extraction. "PM The form of the cowering Rose of the Frontier also a .pas !?n va bi e n loin.' : (Step by step one goes '{ery far.) swept across the brain of Pym, but he did npt really The Moose lay very still as the owner of the dance grasp it all. The entire scene he afterward 'recalled, hall spoke. was like a fleeting glance one ,has of a sylvan view "Yoll so cool, Monsieur," continued the speaker. from a fast railroad train's window. No one ver' bit 'fraid, joost so splendid. Ah, it was It was Charlie Pym;s first gun fight. grand." I In the life of the N orth-West he hali had his Fritz Harz drew Pym gently away. troubles; he had takell' his cnance of living with',the "Is The Moose dead?" asked Pym. The two men rude mef! and women about him! and had fought In-had left the dance hall and were hurrying away under dian outbreaks, or charged with his fellows upon the bright stars which in thes e high latitudes are ex the dangerous WapItI, the great gray moose, or tremely shiny, and bright: American elk, and had fought 'Out hand to hand con"I do not know," answered Harz. "You got him clusions with many a wild beast. / ' for fair, Charlie. ,You hit him in the middle of his But this was the first time that he had faced one broad chest. I saw the little puff of dust fly up from man, alone, in a wild combat with revolvers, when his jacket, when your shot hit him. I knew then you quickness in shooting made life possible; the least hag him if he didn't hit you in a fatal spot-what's meant sudden, and horrible death. . this, are you hurt?" \ -These surged through PY1TI'S brain. Harz pointed to long bloody .mark 01\ Pym's They came m the absolutely unmeasurable time be-forehead, where .the bullet of the Moose had plowed tween the report from own weapon, and that of-The its way. Moose; so absolutel! Illstant.aneo?s had been th.e "Oh, that," answered Pym indifferently. H That is that all Ill, the room It sounded as If one nothing, It is only a flesh wourid." man onlY .had fired hIS weapon. "You are lucky." /' . I suppose so. But I do not like a gun fight." Like the a gIgantic over hIS 'forehead, "Nor 1. They are so sudden. It is a case of be P,Ym felt an IntangIble somethmg or other pass over quick or you are dead." hIS oreh'ead. , "Anvway" added Pym "the ficrht Wh H h b k h h d '. 'to> IS over. ere e t rew ac, IS ea . are we gOIng?" Then the whlrlmg roo11]came qack to Ius eyes 'as H First to clean u.p your head; next to' Fort Mc-ever. ,He could see the hushed crowd on each side' Pherson'" J Indian Jack still standing with outstretched arms, but "Wh; to Fort McPherson?" what was this in the center of the room? "To Postmaster

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 11 H T ell." h v\ to beat off -Indians-+hence, my boy, what you see ere And also to see his fair daughter Miss of Hudson's "'Bay Company property is the fort" the Oh, s hut up. Why drag her in when you stockade and ten acres of land; the rest isall Canada's speak t o me.-' lana.'" "No 'thin g ," replied Fritz as he w'inked 'at a star "So the Hudson's' Bay Company think the arma But anyway it's a of go to the Eort for us both: ment it has had for so m a ny years is good enough tQ My orders are to bnng you immediately ,to the c o m defend the fort, and the hamlet of Fort McPherson m ander. S o let us hurt:y ana get your face washed. bein g Canada's propert y can be defended by Canada." 'Fhen w e may go to the fort, and to the fair '. Exactly." Fritz ducked just then to es c ape a fair aimed blow "I think both sides are 'in wrong.' A man like fr o m Pym But that worthy followed Harz to his F l y ing Cloud could shoot up the village of Fort Mc, l o d g m g where some warm .water and a long strip o f Pher s on in two days ; why there are, only about 250. c o urt-plaster erased the of the conflict from men women and-no there aren't. many children, I'll Pym's head admit.'" "You are q1.lite the yottng man," re"No this, isn't a child s part of tpe world. It's a marked Harz, after a close Inspection of 'Pym. "We plac e for men that can fight and will fight, and fo r may n'ow hurry to the fort.'" women of the same breed, this spot' about latitlfde 6 8 At Fort McPherson all was bustle and hurry. T h e degrees, longitude 134,' a s they speak of it in the school fort was one of those half office half fort woode n map s \ buildings, where the busoiness of the great Hudso n's But that doesn't tell of the cold, the great snow, Bay Company was carried forward. the mea&er fight for just warmt\I aqd foo9. up here It Wali strongly built enough to withptahd any ord i eh?" I nary Indian siege being three storifs in height, built "To say nothing o f the pleasing little dance hall o f very heavy elm trees, 'and covered over with h eavy episode you just passed through." iron pIa es, that made it impregnable except for seme Oh, shucks! Will you let up? high e xplosi ve which n o India n wo uld be liable t o "Certainly. But I will admit that the f prt is ... not secure. rea lly well provi<;led with arms, and, that it would be T h e f o rt. p roper was by a high stockade, in a dangerous position' ,if Flying Cloud attacks it; as or walled In y ard the w a ll s Qeing at least fifteen feet f o r the hamlet about the fort it's m ade o f flimsy i )Uild in hei g ht and well supplied w ith small cannon of ings and no fighting o rganizati 9 n exists there except r athe r a n RId fashioned 'pattern, but o f strength amon g the Snowbirds and they are ver y busy just t o cope w ith an y ordinary attack, it was hoped. n o w trying to get away fro m the tangle their foolish A long the s t ockade w a s a w alk placed two-thirds of attack on Flyigg Cloud s band has caused," t he way u p the steep timbers. A s entry in the rough S a y you must know Flying Cloud pretty well? costume of a trapper, b u t with, a n extremely able rifle "1 know him w ell. I have b een with on his s houlder walked a long. t his platf orm, and now his b and winter after w int e r f o r s i x ye,ar s gettin g t h e and then p eer e d through p e e p h oles to the waste of f llr s th e band have caug ht in the earl y w inter, and snowy forest tha t sw-rounded the f o rt. \ to ti ng 'em b a ck to the Hu dson's Bay people, f o r wholp T h rough th e great iron b ound g ate that swung Flyin g Cloud hunts, and traps. s hut a t n i g h t, hurried, Pym a nd H arz "What kind of a man i s he? "It seems to m e that 'this f ort i s Ilomething of a "The best o f h i s kind He i s a B lackfeet Indian; he b l uff," Pym re marked, a s his e y e traveled over the and his band settlin g about the Pee l \ Riv e r c ountry ,-" some thirty-five year s a go, o r about tHe, time he was, \ iVhy?" allke d Harz. born. His father Great C hief BearJHe j.d, had settled "When C h a rle s the Second, o f E ng l and chartered, h e re bt!cause of a compact with the "'Hudson's Bay the g r eat H u dso n s B a y COI11pany, t o h'elp his cousin Company t o do huntin g a n d fishing f o r t h em." Pri nce R u p er t make money, I guess these cannon were "How did it get on-the c091 p a c t I m e a n?" sellt h ere, D o the y e ver fire them?" "Fine. G r e a t Chief' B e ar-Head made the band Smiles t w inkled in Harz' eyes. He k new that m ost no ted f o r its catche s N o white part y, o r red either, of Pym's life w a s passed i n the l o nely w oods, -and that c an t ouch Great Chief Bear-Head's record for work. his v i s i t t o the f o r t was the first he ha d made in several He brought his son up to the same' lin e of d uty, and. years, or h e probably would no t ha ve been so free alth ough the office o f Gr e at C hief of the B lackf eet In w i t h c riti c ism I dian s i s not an inherited o ne, Fly ip.g C loud wo n the They p o p thos e guns, anyway o n Kin g's' Birthd,ay, place ab.out ten years a g o o r on Domini o n day the two g r eat Canadian holi"Ho w did he do that? days." "I heard the1 story from his f athe r Bear-Head. \ Any of 'e m eve r bustu p on 'em? Fl ying Cloud, who 'was on l y kno w n as 'Grea t Chief Not as I h e a r d o f. But yo u k n ow I will -admit Bear-H e ad's boy,' when fifte e n old, wen t t o gain that t hese c a nn o n a r e n t goqd. Originally the h is totem This mea n s th at a n i ndian lad goes a l one, Hudso n's Bay C ompany owne d all t h isgr eat territory wit h o nl y his knife, his rifle a n d t o m ahawk t o a t epee way out here and began in dire peril the" w ork of p l aced i n the solit a r y woo d s. The r e for t wenty -f our gatheri ng furs." hours, with n,o food h e f asts and p r ays, He a s ks the Y es, I kn o w that. Gre at Spirit t o send his totem t o h i m i n a d ream." B u t a b ou t f orty years ago the H u dso n s Bay Com' "Hi s t otem. Wha t i s that?" / .' p<1n y sold all its l and rights, gen erally speaking to the I t is his totem, or God; hi s person a l pr o te cto r f r o m Domi n i o n o f C a n ada, except t h at i t kep t all of its old ; all"the o f t his_,merr y w orld. Not o n ly does the forts and ten acres of land abo ut each one: The lorts y o u ng Indian have a t o t e m but s o aoe s a tribe to w e re' mostly o ld tf'ading places, well enough w hich tne tribe appeal s for aid in time o f troubl e."

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12 , THE AMERIcAN 0INDIAN Fine! Go ahead, my boy." feathers means such a grave situation to everyone iri"A tribe may ha"'t as itstotem the WoIf or the volved. Further, F:lying Cloud was quite well educate. Bear or any other animal -it worships this great at the miss "ion s.chool at, the fort, summers, when there tribal emblem, you see, ; and carries as the tribe cliest is no trapping to l;>e don'e." the rudely. drawn figurb "'-ef the animal which is its "tIe is' an edqeated Indian?" tote'm." . . f :' so for ,an He was elected te. J, Shut up! When a boy gets to making totem, after years ago, in place of hiS father, B.ear-;Head, band.. a long fast, with much prayer, h e gob to. sleep. never forO'etting his brave fight With the white bear, Then the Great Spirit sends in his dreams something and he been busy in raising his race.. He has that makes .the totem." armed all his band, just as well as we are armed. He ,i What dream did Flying Cloud have?" has taught them much of the better work of civilizatiQn. Bear-Head told me that the lad dreamed that he They are now as a band way above all the other Brack' saw himself sitting on a great cloud, floating through feet, or any otper, tribe I ever heard of.': the blue sky of a summer day. He felt that' he was "Well, in other words they are dirty dangerous really a cloud, but while he soared in air, a great white when they dedare war." \ . .brant flew up ,to him, and he jumped !!pon tIle back of "That is it.' Flying Cloud knows he can Will III the snow-white bird, and was brought to earth." ''the long run. This is Fly ing Cloud's last stand, but So 'when he old Mother at on5e before he is beaten he will take care to make those took the name of Flymg Cloud?" whOrattacked his village pay a terrible price." Not at all. The lad awoke in the lonely tepee, and You thinkwe are in for a bad Indian wa!'?" taking 'his rifle, knife, and tomahawk, sorely pd):zled "I do : The worst we have had in the' North-West by the dream started back to the encampment of his many ; mahy But let . us hurry on\Xard:" fatheT", to ask what his dr:eam could really mean." Pym spoke With such gravity as to make hght Did he find out?" / -I ....; hearted Harz pause for he well knew that Pym spoke "Wait, my impetuous friend,. On the way back, of Flying Clottd from a personal knowledge. whell near the camp and in plain view of everyone a D0 vou think that Flying Cloud will dare attack great white, polar bear rushed from the forest and at-the fort?" asked Harz. taCKed J1im. He fired 'his rifle ,at the animal and only "Flying Cloud dares anything. That is why I wounded it." 0-" ..: <. spoke of the antiquated defense of the 01<;1 fort. It "Wow! A wounded polar bear is' a fearful beast to would be ,sorely tried if Flying Cloud attacks it." face." -, "And as to the village?" -"Is it not? Well, the boy had no tim\! to reload his : It is 4bsolutely defenseless," old muzzle.:loading rifle, or get to his old style re" Gan not the war be stopped? volver, drew his knife and went at the bear like' "I fear not. The Snow-bird attack has made it im-a fiend incarnate I fear." What? A fifteen year, old IncfIan lad engaged in "Where did Flying Cloud gain the enmity of the a hand to hand combat with a wounded white polar Snow-birds?" I bear? \ It is the same old story of the non-successful man, I "That is right. That 'is just' what the boy did. against the successful one. Flying Cloud gets too They say that the hoy and beast whirled about in the much' debt' from the Company to please the white snow until it arose in a great cloud. Through this that make ,up the Snow-birds; so Flying Cloud cloud could be seen the lad, racing back, and forth, must be swept off the face of the earth." dodging" attacking, being chased hither and thither, "That is so." but with the regularity of a trip hammer striking ' Of course it is. That idea make's the bottom of 'Ibis knife deep the bear.", I most of the frontier Indian fights. 'But you see this Say, go on, that's fine." war is worse than most of those of the past because
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. \ THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 13 " Yes. } ,.,. f -"Nor will Flying Cloud stand for anymessen6er 0 Harz scratched his head.' , peace when he has taken the three great eagle feather s "t am like the purple cow of fame' I'd rather see from his t otem, and sent them to hi s enemy," Harz than be one.' " added. / , Wit.h this remark P ym to the main Is it as bad as that? : rejoined Gordon. room III the fort, where John Gord o n Postmastet' for Yes," replied Pym. But I quite agree with you the Bay Company, stoo.d that there is no other way to go but the one you have Thmgs not often seen on t he frontier facedPym as pointed out There must be nothing official in my visit he and the room . There was a piano" to Flying Cloud. He ':would see me if he will see any some furmture, several g ood water colors on white man, but Indian 'nature 'is peculiar. He is"n't the wall; With a profusionof magnificent and costly near white now; he is just plain In,dian, revengeful, furs as rugs on the floor. treacher ous, savage. Just how he will receive me I John Gordop, had no easy position as Postmaster can not judge." for the great company of which he was head. 'His "The proof of this pudding is the eating tjlereoj," jurisdiction. was over 500 square miles of territory answered Harz before Gordon cOJ,1ld speak. "If Pym most all of It abs?lutely t]nbro ken in its wid. is not killed and makes a treaty of peace he will reof forest, mountain and plain. turn if he doesn't return we will know he is 'dead; Possibly a white hunters, and trappers, as old chap." many more with a sprinkling of half-breeds, Pym laughed time Iieartily. . and Canadians, the ":'01ageurs from the French "Does Flying band eat their Enghsh part of the about Ottawa, and added Harz in a lovy tone. "I hope not; they w1l1 Quebec, made up the entire population of llis district; find you rather, tough." and nearly all were working for his company, in trap-Gordon looked as if he did not know whether to get ping fur bearing animals, and selling the' peltries or angry or not as the remark, fell about his ears. skins which John G ordon sa. w were shipped bq.ck to Anyway," h..e said at length, you' had better start civilization for for all tl:!e great 'world of the set away at once. Here is money; take all th<; stores tied. .' \ necessa f y to helt> you. L et me hear from you as soon, John Gordon ",\as a Londoner, of London, England. as you can. Harz remain with me here for a time, I He nevq forgot that, nor that his was one of wish to place you in charge of defense plans for the, the oldest in tht!tight little Island. ) f ; rt. I understandthere may be danger of an attC\ck But while honest, a good Pos tmaster, he did not get upon it." far down into the complex life about him. That was Without a word Pym left the room, not appearing his grave s t fault. It was bound to make him tr<:>ublel to notice that Harz was pretending to wipe mythica.l: some day. -tears from his eyes, with an unseen pocket hand--This was what Charles Pym, trapper scout, runner, kerchief. thought when he faced .... his superior. I It is a mighty fine' detail, this, Pym muttered to I want Y9u to see what you can do about settling himself: "I am not in love with it, but it 'is a soldier's this unf o rtunate complicatio n w e are met with,"'be duty not to 'reason\,,,hy, but to do and die' at the caU tween Flyin g Cloud s band, and the whites," Gordon of, his commander. said in measured tQnes. So Pym ran gaily down the long hall toward So I wnderstand," replied Pym. the store-room of' the fort. /But while I wish you t o settle the matter, the Half yvay down the ball he halted as if shot. He Hudson's Bay Company mus t n o t be cotnpromised in heard a soft, and most mus ical voice c ,aII his name. the slighte s t de g ree. It knbws n o thin g officially about "Mr. Pym, oh, I say, Mr. Pym." I \ this trouble between the organiz ation known as the Charlie turned and blushing to hi s long brown hair Snow-bird s and mt1st take n o s tep s as a gainst it, or as that fell over his broad forehead low before for the Indians Evelyn Gordon, dau g hter of the Postma s ter, a very Pym regarded Gordon steapily f o r a s h ort space. pretty girl, of twenty years of age, with a palr of In other w o r ds, he said s lowly, "You ar. e asking' rougish brown eyes and a neat figure tha t made Pym's me to act as a peacemaker, but I m u s t n o t be an of heart beat very fast. ' ficial one' I must win but o n m y own res ponsibility?" "Yes, Miss Evelyn Pym finally managed to stut"Yes. 'We can ,not t a k e s idesjI'l thi s matter. We ter. can I do for you? must n o t o ffend either s i de." "Much only for 'me, but us all the I be g,yo ur p ard<;>.n f o r butting -in," g irl in a ser, ious t one. M y m e th a t you}' Harz "but i s o ur fnend P y m t o l ose hIS hfe, offi C iall y are to be sent to m ake pea ce WIth FlYing Cloud, are on this m iss i o n o r unoffic i a lly?"'... y ou n ot? P y m' s lips t w i tched. He wanted to but r e all y : : Y es." ." th o u ght h e had bette r n o t as Gordo n dId n o t seem C a n you -do It? t o r elis h the joke . ....,,:: I cal! h y ." . There c an not b e m u c h danger III t h i S m ISSIOn, I thmk you WIll. B ut there I S o n e thI n g I want re p lied Gordon ' you to. do.;' Y <;>u' t.ha t t a ught in the mission "Not a bit of dan,ger," r.ep li ed m onker, ti m e 10 past?" r ema r ked w hen he p u't hiS head the .hon s mou t h. Yes, MIS S . \ ". ,... Go rd o n ope n ed his e y e s ver y : Well FlYlll g was une o f my p u pil.s And W h at a f oo l ish thing to do, pow wasn t It ? h e once w h e n III I got my father t o take hIm some a s k ed. "Of co ur s e the monkey was k ill ed. No h o n food f r o m us. w o ul d sta n d f o r s u c h treatmen t." :' T h a t was g o o d o f y o u." Harz winked at Pym. Ne ve r mind'that g art But a nyway, l a ter he sent

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14 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY, I a girl of his tribe, we 'used to call 1her Star-Eyes, to school at the mission. And we liked each other, that ) and I very much." Well.". I Thec clay the girl and Flying Cloud left the school / for good, they both came to ilee me J Yes." T h e y expre ss ed much gratitud e f b r wha t I had d o n e i n tea ching then'l, and_ finally F l y in g Cloud gave. me this bit of s ti ck." I . As he "did so a tremendous explosIOn rocked the s t o ck a de nd the' fort t o its very foundations: The n theF e came shri ekls o f wounded men, panic stricke n fo r h e l p a p d t h e hall was ligh ted up' b y the red glow o f a g re a t fir e . "Hel p Help!" c ame a s I t was E velyn G o rd o n cry m g for a s s Istance. I am c oming Evel y n w h en';! are r oared Pym i n the ton e s of a woun d .ed lIon, .as ":Ith drawn revo l ve r in hand h e d a s hed In the dIrectIOn o f the voi ce, n o w gro,,?,ing f ainter and fainter as he hurried onwa rd The girl h a nded Py,ql a sharf w ill ow stick, ab<;>1.lt ten inches in l e ngth, carved with many curi o u.s IndIan desi.gns from th e bark and whic h bore a t one end a rude carving o f the white brant, in full flig h ,t. pym"'s brows togethe r in d eep thought .as turned t h e sti c k iJ.l:iout fro m end to e{1d p-nd I n hIS mind t r a n s l a ted e ac h picture; f o r it w a s as he saw; a fine s p ecime n oftp.e rude ,In.diap hiero g l yphic form of . \ ' CHAPTER V I "THE GREAT WHITE DEATH." No of th' e art of war could have done bett e r than Co l onel John Parker, when he .saw the te rri b l e p os iti o n in which he, and the Snow-b1rds p laced. F l ying C l oud gave you Pym que;;tioned. "Ye s. H e sa id when he did it, that 'if I e ver was 10 trouble t h a t all I ha d t o d o was' t o s how that, or send it t o he might b e ,-and that it meant that I w ould be p r o tec t ed and mos t any wish I a sked. would' be granted me, by him, or by Star-Ey es He told the truth, answered Pym. This is wllat is known a s the Great P.ledge. It means that any reques t s a v e one will be accorded you. You may ask Flying I,Cloud: for his property, or his life; he be in t? you both under gage. N ext t o Its totem It IS the Blackfeet IndIan s most sacred gage . It is very, very valuable just now." It will n o t-,s top this war?" "No. ] : 'hatis not to be stopped by the Great Pledge. It may 'be aft e r Fl ying Cloud hil.s 'dipped his 'grey eagle's feathers in the brood of his enemy,' he will consent to return the featHers t 9 hi s t otem bag, but not. 'Qne tJ1ing can be dove towa' rd pea c e until there has been death enough on' both sides to conclude a peace pact upon. Indian w a ys, you know; MISS Evelyn are not our ;Ways." ,,' '. .. Gordon nodded. Then she blushed. I w at;lt yo u t o take this gift of Flying Cloud with, you," s h e sa i d iil a c h a r m ing manner "and see if it wpl, .no t" in sOlI-te w a y help y ou on your. mISSIOn I Pyp1' s eyes sparkled. I thank you ," he replied simply. I will take your gift of t)1e Great Pledge and / will try and make. it serve our purpose of Evelyn drew nearer and, laid white hand on Pym'$ arm. .,," There is one thing m ore, she said earnestly. "Be careful of yourself. Don't get killed." ( Then with many blushes the girl darted from Pym's side and ran up the hall, to vanish in her own doorway. As she disappeared light as a feath e r Pyn} fe1rsome thing f a ll t o th e fioor where it had been resting on his ami. . He s t o oped a nd picked up a little piece. of blue ribhon.. Pym's fa c e lig hted with pleas ure . Jt's Evelyn Gordon's favorite c olor : h e 'J She left it f o r me and I will try w o r t hil y to bear it to Flying Cloud's encam ment! Pym turned with a s ofter light" \in his steel bl't te ('y e s "han had been there in years. i A Henuned i n between a pack of fie rce white polar bears and a horde of equally fierce and merc i l ess IndIans: Col o n e l Parker had but a moment i n whi c h to act. "Ten men attac k t h e bears," h e y e ll e d at the top of his v o i ce. "The' others fac e abou t and meet t h e In d ians . G e t und e r cove r all." j T hen ColQnel Parker gaze d over the fie ld to see if h e CQuid d o more. A ll seemed t o have been attended t o w ith splendi d c e l e ri t y T h e trappers and hurtter s among t h e Snow b ir ds wer e a tra ined body of men, w h o for years k ne w that d i r e c t obed i ence would often sav e their liv e s I . l Co l o n e l P arker saw t h e t e n white men hurryin g with rifles poised t oward the snarling b e ars. H e cou l d se e the leading b ru t e standing hig h on i ts h i ndleg s : while its deadl y forelegs waved i n t h e air ready to g rasp a n d hug an enemy t o .oeath. T h e brute's j aw s w e r e dripping with froth, a n d its s n arls o f rage as i t saw white me n approaching wer e calcula ted to s n ap the b e s t nerve T h e wi'ld war-who op s of the Indian, running thro u g h t h e s now i n a d irect l ine toward him a sailed C o l o n e l P arker's ear s .with f a teful f o rebo d ings. "Foe s equ a ll y savage c o m ing from e i the r direction rema r ked the C o lonel to Peter Par ella . The n ther e happened the rn a t surpri ing event. U nd e r t h e of the Sno'y-bird:; trying har d to get a clea r a i m at ei ther t he I n d ians or the bea r the enti r e scene was made an absolute b lank. It was as if a white turtai n had been drawn between all e yes ,,' N othing c ould b e seen in e ither direction. of the band of .hu rrying. leaping Indians th e"e was a g r e a t d ead white expanse. the bea r s had been seen growling in fier ce anger, nothlll g b u t a dead white '\-vaJl appeared. So.suddenly did the scene from acti v e fightlif e : to thiS whi te uncertainty that all the Snowlmrl<; stood absolutely f r ozeQ to tke s p o t with amaze-ment. I "What. i s thi : y ell e d C o l onel Parker i n answer q uestIOns. D o you not see? It' sno w V Ol! ldlOtS." ,. Snow?" c ried Peter Parella. "I ne\"er aw snow c o m e clo w n l ike this.l

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, THE AMERICAN .INDIAN WEEKLY. 15 "It's one of thoSe old tilne blizzards, that come with aflsolutely no announcement. Instead of a ter,;!nd, bhwing a great snow-fall hither and thIther, explained the Colonel, "we are face to face with the white death: that snow-storm that tells no one when it is coming, and comes so suddenly that dealb gets you before you even know 'he is Qear." "I have heard of this kind of a storm," answered Parella, but they seldom come down here; although in the great Arctic circle they are common enough." "We can thank God that this storm came, Colonel," one o f the Snow-birds put in. "If it hadn't-either the Indians or the bears would hav e made mince-meat of us." "Sure as you are born," another trapper replied. But if we do riot hustle we will be frozen to death. Weare all wounded more or less, several ,of us have been carrying our dead comrades, to save them from being s c alped by Flying' Cloud's band, and we are really in bad shape." We must try to' help' each other of this," re plied C o lonel Parker. "Now Parella, you set some men making snow-huts. Others had better aid in the binding up of wounds. Lay the dead decently aside where they will be safe from'the' Indians All was now activity. The trappers dug deep into the snow, piling up in a semi-circle the snow taken out of the center of a little circle, until it made a sort of rude hut. There was no way of covering the tiny structure, but in its depths there a surprising amount of warmth. A half dozen of places were soon constructed one of which being named the hospital. Into this the wounded were hurried, a,nd all the simple ways of binding up superficial wounds practiced by trap.,ers and hunters was 'brought into play. As a result the 'party sd;n took on a better air. Parts of clothing torn into' strips made good bandages, but what was more serious than anything else just then was the lack of some food. "I do not know what we can do," said Colonel Parker, to Peter Parella. "There is nothing to eat here. We are ten miles frolP the fort, and we have only this white blizzardto aid us.'" The spe
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1. "THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. A vote to f91low the tracks was quickly taken, and Whether they would ever be recovered again was the party deflected the course more to the left. '" problematical. But there was nothing else 'f or the, For ten minutes they made very good speed. Their' survivors to do. snow shoes in the new soft snow that was so rapidly' With sad' hearts, the' band hurried forward. The falling sank deeper than they could hav.e wished but situation was now more desper1te than ever. all trey to c ,over the gro1}nd petty Cold arid hunger was ,beginning to do its work. swlftly. .. J /' One m'an tay down in the snow and refused to get "H h , ere t ey
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I / I THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 17 CHAPTER VI. he raised his revolver to put a bullet through the InCHARLIE PYM MEETS HIS FATE. dian's brain. But a thought stayed his hand. With a great bound he dashed over to the window. Charlie Pym guessed the' -of the One strong hand grasped the Indian by the neck. trouble as he ca?hed toward the room where Evelyn The other caught him by his long, carefully oiled hair. Gordon was callmg. Then with an herculean heave Pym literally tore I There had been an explosion in the powder room of the Indian through window. Fort McPhersqn, and a great part of one end of the It was a fine exhibition of strength. The Indian eld fort had been blown to atoms. weighed easily one hundred and eighty pounds. The The had then taken fire, and he knew that window was one of ordinary size and yet he came there was.lmmment danger for everyone in a fire in through it exactly as if he had been a child's doll. the fort, Itself old, and not able to withstand fierce The Indian's face smashed against the floor with heat, for every timber in it was as dryas so much the terrible force of the rush of Pym's steel-like tinder. muscles. The mali's temple struck a chair as he Is Flying Cloud behind this?" Pym thought, as he tumbled into the room headlong, and he was knocked ran onward. senseless as easily as if he had been a bullock drop" HeIp! Help! called Evelyn Gordon as he rushed ping beneath the sledge of a butcher. into the room, which he knew was the main dining Pym sat down on the prostrate Indian and turned room of the rivate apartments in the fort, used by toward Evelyn. the Postmaster. "Can you get me a bit of rope," he asked of the "Where are you?" asked Pym, for in the pitch frightened young pirl. darkness he could see little, the door not admitting the Evelyn could not help, but laugh. The coolness of light of the burning debris. Pym unoer the circumstances excited her admiration "Here," cried a faint voke. as well as her laughter. Pym found the girl pinioned beneath a heavy table She had only recently come to the North-West from which had been overturned the force of the exher school in England and in that staid land of beer plosion. . and beef, she did not remember seeing a bronzed He held Evelyn up and found that she was not young man, of strength, who had stood blushing before much hurt, although she had been painfully bn,lLsed. her only. a little while ago, drag an equally stalwart "My father! Where is he?" the brave girl asked young Indian, through a window, with the ceremony immediately. one accords tne dragging of a cat out of a dairy "S I window. a e, hope, replied Pym. We will see in a moment." When the wqite man proceeded to'sit on the Indian, What has happened? and then asked her for a rope about the way he would "I don't know. There has been some kmd of an ex, as' for a glass of water, Evelyn felt it was time to plosion." giggle, even ifJ1er laugh was a trifle Is the fort on fire? But she ran for the 'Tope. This was all that Pym "It seems to be. I don't really know. There was needed. He triced up the Indian in many bonds in a an explosion and I heard you cry for aid. So I started surprising short time, relieved the Fed man of his back bere to help you. That is all I know so far." arms, thrust a big revolver into the shaking hand of Evelyn looked with eyes of admiration on her Evelyn, and with a sharp command, "if that fellow rescuer. Sbe saw that he had hurried to her aid first tries to escape, kill him" vanished from the room. Evelyn had some knowledge of the uses of a re-of all, and appreciated his action. volver. She held the "feapon at arm's length, and I thought it was an Indian attack," she contigued. heartily hoped that the Indian before her would not "It seemed to me when 1 was held fast under that table that the next minute an Indian might burst. into have the heart to become sensible until she was again reinforced by Pym's the room and scalp me.oj, "It may have been. I do not yet know," replied She could hear outside the yells of men, and ,high P over all could hear Pym shouting orders. am certain that I heard, just as that terrible ex"He is a man," she thought. "At all events he-is plosion rent the air, an Indian war-whoop." the man needed out in this wild country. I wonder how some of my London men friends would meet this Are you sure?" h ." "YeS." call upon t elr energies. Ev-elyn Inlve a scream of dismay. Eve!yn giggled again as she thought of this phase 0, Th I of her career. Look here," she cried. There. ere IS an nIlian. He is trying to get in th.at window." Then she heard hurried steps and her father, John Pym saw that the girl was nght. .the. room, followed by Pym. The face of an was looking through the What s thIS.' said GElrdon, as the strange scene window of the dining rooll}. It was face . passed before .hls eyes. Right across it were three great stnps of There .sat hIS only child, a big revQlyer vermilion paint. The paint was of the cnmson wargrasped m her hand. A.lusty: young Incitan red color. .. bound la:y snorl11g hfe away on the price-The, black hair the 'Indian hung -far down hIS ; sk:r room,. fi}led shotllders. Entwined in it over the forehead were Wit e de t 0h t e hSlgdhtly mllmg three feathers from a gray eagle, room were e an '11S aug ter a had A thought Pym. Then luncheon. f -

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>THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. r What is what,-'---Oh, you mean this man nere. Oh, Pym pulled a pocket-knife out of his jacket. -:Evelyn this Indian," quite calmly replied Evelyn. shuddered and covered her face with her hands. I see he is an Indian but where did you get him? " Oh, I am not going to hurt the brute," P>,:m smil.ed. "I didn't get him at all; he got into the window "There is no blood going to be shed. I am Just gomg and Charlie Pym was g00d enough to help him mi;lke to clean the chap up a bit." a most dramatic 'arrival." I Suiting his actions to his words, Py;m qUletly took Evelyn giggled as she thought of the flying arrival a saucer from the table near at hand . of the Iljdian. 'With his he deftly began the finger .red a slow igniting of the other particles.. for many bits of ceremony. A wee smoke with .the pungent odor of burning gun. "I say," he shouted, i they have got the fire under powder up from the scrapings. control but the 'West side of the fort is a sad wreek." "This chap need not fell us anything," Pym smiled. "Indeed it is," replied Gordon. "Do you "His finger nails are a witness against him. He was ju'st what has happened?'" the man who was in that powder room." As near as I can judge from a quick examination," But you know," objected Gordon, this fellow has replied P'ym, "the powder 'room of the fort has been a gun-powder belt about his shoulder. His belt is entered, and some one has set off the two kegs of filled with cartridges. Why is not possible for gun--powder in it." the gun-powder grains in those scrapings to come from "I had all tlje remainder of the powder and shot his own supply of the s.tuff?" 110' removed only yesterday to .the other side of the stockGranted," replied PYm. "Your point is well taken. ade.," replied Gordon. "It was my intention to have Only there is one thing to add to my evidence." the old powder room repaireCl." What is that?" asked .Evelyn who was intensely "That is very lucky," Pym. We will inferested. not run Sh01;t on "The t"',10 kegs of gun-powder in the room were i. No danger of that.'" as I am told, filled powder used in your cannon. Vvhat am I to do with my Indian, Mr. Pym," asked AID I right? Evelyn. "Am I still to shoot him on the spot?' "You replied Gordon. Pym colored. "Now the kind of powder llsed in the cannon is I beg your pardon," he rejoined quickly. "I had what is known as the slow kind. It ignites forgotten, that we had this fellow on tap, in my when a match is placed to it, lighted, but it does not anxiety; about the powder." explode with a quick rush, as does common gunGordo!) and Pym exchanged glailces. r powCler used in our small arms. Am I right so far, It was my idea, Gordod," went on Pym, that this Gordon?" Indian might be the key to tne explosion." You are." "You mean by that in your opinion he could ex"You will remember that while a bit of the scrap-plain all about it? ings exploded with a quick rush of tiny flame, there "Not exactly, ,He could explain if he would, b\lt. was portion that burned, with great slow:-being an Indian he will not, He would die now gladly, ness?' added Pym. before he "vQuld te1l' a single thing that would aid U!3." Oh, yes, I remember it all," cried Evelyn. I suppose so, But what use--can he be'to us if he ".Then all I have to teIl you is that the slQW burnwUl not talk?" ing particles of powder shows to my mind, that this "There is mute testimony that many at unwilling rer! man is the fellow who was in the powder room witness can be made to give. So here goes at this, just pribr to' the explosion, and who undoubtedly set chap." ./ fire to the kegs.." / '\ -------'-------

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" 'THE AMERICAN INDIAN 19 I think you are right," rejoined Evelyn. H Nog i v e F lying Cloud a p retty g ood idea of our where else in this country c o uld this Indian ha .... e a tti tude, and what t his horrid war means to the In.. gotten slow .fiJ;"ing powder grains under l iis finger dia n if Flying Clo'Ud cOJ;1tinues it." . nails, (!xcept-. '''. Pym t urned toward the Indian. He dropped mto "Except in qur powder room," put in G:ordon, conth e PQetic, s o ft drawling dialec t 6 f the ;Blackfeet. J clusively. TheiFox knows his white' companion of the hunt?" Evelyn's smile at Pym was eloquent in its admiraPym q u es tioned. . tion of his powers. . \ For the firs1; time a gleam o f un d eFstandmg shot All pro v ed, ship-shape, and conclu sive," she added int o the Indian' s eye.s. Mr. Indian you hav e mtl c h to e xplain." H e n odded in affirmation. The Indiarf bJ.inked in a m ost unresponsive manH 'Then t a k e this message fro m Charl,es white ner., b rother, t o Flying Cloud." "He won't confess," m e rrily s a id Pym. "But I Again the Indian n o dded in surpris e am going to ask him a 'few questions. Here, you, "Te ll him that I, Ch a rl e s Pym, r e quest hIm to smoke hold up your head." t he pipe of peace wit h me, acting f 0 r all the whites. The savage glanced proudly at his captors. T ell him J ohn G o rdon will s e e that the Snow-birds are "Oh, ho, ho! Pym . "Why, Mis s Evelyn, 1 know puni shed. Tell him t hat justice. will b e done. That thi s chap. Say, you, your: name is 'The Fox.''' h e m ill be amply pajd f o r the loss of his property. The a musCle That we, the white men n o t o f the Snow-birds op-save those used in the affirmation . p ose their sl a u g hter of his people an.d th a t we will "This chap, as I 'have said i s 'The Fox,''' went on br i n g to jus tice e y ery Sn ow-bird that attacked him." Pym, "I know him now. He i s a brav e from' Flying A wild, fie' rce light beamed in the f ace of The Fox. Cloud' s band." Drawin g hims elf up to hi s greatestJ height he spoke. The savage replied with a sniff o f disdain. H For m y Great Chief, Flying Cloud I speak," he "He knows you, I see," G o r g on ventured. H I can sa id. brother you can noJ bring the Snowsee he does by his general a,ttitude, birds to justice that attacked our encampment, and "Oh, yes, he knows me all rig ht, answered Pym. murdered our people : We have' taken our justice from I have hunted with him, joined ih his sports, saved th em .. L o, they a re dead in the fight. Lo, they are his life once when hte might have drown' ed, but all d ead in the' gra s p of th, e great white death.' La, that is as nothing now that'he is out for his rev:enge. die like the Buffalo calf under the knives of our A red man, in spite of all the novelists in the world" White man; know that Flying Cloud does is once and always a red man, He now would forge.t not look to. you f o r his revenge. ; he has taken it all my friendly acts in a moment all my good iriten-already." tions.on his behalf, and would slit my throat with a Pym's face was a study. . right good will had he the power!' .' I fear that a great disaster has overtaken the But you forget this savage has beenbittedy treated S now-birds. This Indian tell., me terrible things. I by the Snow-birds," replied Evel y n mayhap, f ear that lie is me the truth, said Pym in has s uffered the loss o f fri ends family home, in the E n glish a s he rapidl y c ounted all that The Fox foolish attack made qn Flying Cloud's band. You had told him. can not blame him for seeking his revenge." What' shall we do?" helplessly asked Gordon. Py,m was lost in thought. "I will show you," rejoined Pym. "When I was a he said at length, "I With rapid words Pym sketcli:ed in Blackfeet dia-was taught that" revenge is a n insatiable desire to lect that, now that the three. eagle feathers of war had sacrifice every consider, ation of pity and ,hum anity to been dipped in blood there would be no cowardice on the principle of vinaictive justice.''' I Flyin g Cloud's part if the wer e returned to "That is revenge means a settled desire to, inflict hi s t otem bag, and a peace was SIgned. pain o r injury in retaliation," an ,swered the girl. ." Y o u are n o w f ree concluded Pym "Go your "Yes, And both of thes e definiti ons aresummed way in peace. up in the attitude of this Indian. He loses all sens e of Not even noddin g his head, with the speed ,of the proport'ion in his dsire to be reven g ed. He does not frightened antelope The Fox v anished through the .see that killing us is ttb real retaliati o n for the killing o pen window. of ,his friends." r t was as if he had never been in the room. "Of course it is not," answered Evelyn. H How did he ever loose his bonds," cded Evelyn. "Nor does he see that the v erycharac'ter of the "No white .. WOlnan can ever understand the red .t:etaliatioh in killing us is bound to cause. his own m a n replie d Pym. "When I entered the room death: that civilizatio n for its own protection_ must b efore my words were I saw that he had freed kill him, to wipe off its un w ritten law-book, the very hiri1 s elf from the bonds. Probably when you thought principle that .he stands for. .' he wa,s snoring in ins e n sibility he had cunningly cut "In o ther words you mean that this fellow in this his bonds, and was free jus t a s I entered the room." war i s bring-ing on his own head all the po",-:ets of E y e l y n turned p a le. the Huds o n's Bay Company on the one' hand, and the If 'h e h a d attacked me I would have had to shoot Canadian governri1ent on the other ; and between the him?" s h e g asped. two he'is bound to suffer." "Yes, o r -lie w o uld hav e murdered yo u," Gordon "Yes," replied Pym. fello w is brighter than ,-,poke u p . he a ppears. I aln going to try ,an .experiment upon "But w h y did attack' us anyway ? He was him, H:e has follo wed 'wha t w e said closely, YOtl'l11?')' a r me d :>nd free I H e c ould have u s all any, restassurerl. He may npt' under s tand all we have b een l' ),< I', saying but h e has the gis t o f i t in pi s He H Ii e co uld replied your

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I THE "'"AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. . 1 red nature again. When I made a messenger o him to Flying Cloud he felt in honor bound not to kiU. us. I knew that and made no aHempt at our Red nature is' red nature, ; white is white." rl "Hot v often has that been said," replied Evelyn, "and how little did I understand it." Exactl:+-," rejoined Pym. And what is our next duty?" ask<;d Gordon. To wait. The hardest duty of all," sna ppe'd Pym. "If I am not this young Indian fired the ,powder room too quickly for Flying Cloud} who' ought, to have attacked the Fort the moment the powder exploded. That. was why he sent the young Indian into the Fort. I had expected the attack to follow ii&:ht after the explosion When it did I knew the plans of the Indians had miscarried." "Luckily for us,",. said Gordqn. " V added Pym.> 'I" If they had not we' would none' of us be alive now hecause this is a 'three eagle feather war,' which means that 'no prisoners are to be taken.' ,,\ \' Through, the open window' there came a heavy object. It fell at Evelyn's feet. Tlie girl screamed in terroq /' A bomb!" shouted Gordon. "Look, see it smoke. Weare all to'be blown to atoms." Pym darted forward and picked the smo}dng shape from the floor. > 1---" VII. FLYING CLOUD'S ANSWER. .Be careful Charlie, it may explode in your hands." Evelyn Gordon thus spoke..> Pym noted with plefisure the use of h\sChristian name. The girl who in her terror /Nas off her guard saw Pym's attitude and colored. N ever fear," Pym 'said. 'This is not a bomb." "What is it then]" qu, erie-d Gordon. "Look at it smoke." "It is Flying Cloud's answer to my ,re-plied Pym. ' < As he sroke held up to .view a pipe. All saw that the pipe was four or five feet long, \ about two inches in width, and was wound with a hraid of porcupine quills. The quills were 'dyed in various colors. The pipe itself was of willow. The bowl of the pipe was filled with tobacco, still, ali?,ht.', 'Why, what is that?" asked Evelyn. ." This is a Chiefs pipe, 0 replied Pym . It belonged to' Flying Cloud himself-see here on the bowl is en' graved his totem sign, the All crowded around 1'0 see, for the room by, this time was filled with men from the Fort guardians, who ,had heard of the d'eparture of The Fox. the InClian way of saying, I will listen to your plea.' ThIS means that :flying Cloud will see me; that he will talk over the question of peace. ,The Fox ha! delivered my message." Ii Are you safe to go to Flying <;loud's camp?" anxi o usly asked' .J'el'yn. Quite so. 1 could not be safer 1 I had a thousand s b ldiers about ine." I "There one thing I do not like about all this," said Gordon. "That sneakirlg Indian got in here right into our strong-hold, at the, and order of Flying Cloud. lie set fire to o _ur blew up a considerable ,sectIon of our Fort, and. If It had not been for .the of we would have been attacked, and murdered, for in the explosion my entire force seemed to have no head." "Yes," replied' Pym. "You see as I told you at first Flying Cloud is a great wArrior. It is going to take all, our powers to stop this war now. I .doubt that we can with Flying Cloud yet alive. But while I am away, Gordon, I beg of you to get all repairs made with speed. Fortify the Fort at every point. And one thing more---2." "What is it?" Send to the village and have all the women in it, removed to the Forf Tell every man that Flying Cloud is up, and that he may attack us any time. They ilre in equal danger with us, a 'nd had better either come to the Fort and join our forces or fortify th e haml'et against an attack by the Indiafls." I :' Do you" think you will be successful in your visit to Flying doud?" asked Evelyn. "Frankly I do not know. We have been the greatest friends in the past. I admire Flying Cloud exceedingly. ,As an Indian he is the straightest of all Indians; but he is an Indian. What he will do now that the Snow birds have opened this war, by the 'killing of three hundred 'of his people I do not know," replied l'ym. "But rest assured that he will do his best," reinarked Gordon to his daughter. . Pym drew aside out of ear: shot of all the others in the room. I Don't delude yourself with the idea that J can accomplish'mt,lch," Pym whispered. "I do not think at present we can hope for any peace. The score of death is when you think of the three hundred eight, which the Snow-birds murdered At best 'Flying Ctoud can not have killed more than one-third as manywhites, even if he has killed the entire Snow-bird war party of one nundred souls which 'I he has, from what The Fox told us." "Well." ,That means we must look out an attack on the Fort" a s well as on the village, or hamlet sur rounding it,". Pym went on. "It's your duty to see v.:hile I am away, we are all ready to meet the' sIege of the Fort. whIch I fear failure t o conclude a What does it mean?" asked Gordon, who was not versed in the way ,there' d man sent his messages. Y eu notice4 that this pipe was filled with smOking tobacco all alight When I picked it up?" questioned will result." :' I will mou,?t th.e car1n?n to control all passes saId Gordon. I WIll repaIr the break in our fortifi cations I will get in plenty of food and water to \ stand a long siege-" Pym., \..-'" yes. that is why I thought it was' a bom1::>" re': juined Gordon. . "The s ending of a lig-hted pipe, with the of the to wh.om 'y9U have sept a message to appeal to h.IS sense of' Justice" and h,ld a peace bonference, is .. And send to all the surrounding country for aid Get every man you can here from anywhere" cried "That is your next duty." She is right," replied Pym. "We must have all the help we can g-et to .out down this uprisi ng. Curse those fool Snow-birds." ....

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THE WEEKLY. "Oh, don't," said Evelyn. "If The Fox tells Each tepee was placed as a part o a circle, and the, truth, they have been terribly punished for their' misdrde radiated about a central tent. .' deeds:" \ In front of this' tent was. a tall sapling 'of willa,,", It will a lot of troubl'e if they are killed. Then from Vl\hich the bark bad been peeled, and half way up the law WIll not have to deal with them. It's rather this pole, and about at the top of the tepee was a hard to explain, this' killing of unarmed old men great shield of ash, from which had been carved the women and childten, of the Indian ,s," gravely rude figure of the flying-brant. answered Pym. '. "That is Flying Cloud's home' ; his totem sign is Are you not afraid to go out in the teeth of the there for all to read," thought Pym. white blizzard," asked Evelyn. The Fox halted )it'the entrance to the tent or tepee. "No! Because The -Fox will be awaiting me before Flying Cloud's voice could be heard calling to Pym I have taken ten steps from the Fort gate, Trust an to enter his home, and Pym hurried to take advantage Indian for holding himself safe in the worst blizzard of the invitation. that ever ,swept the N ort9West; he will keep me as The interior of ,the tent was fitted up with a great safe as hImself, for after he threw that pipe within degree of comfort. Pym saw that there was a table in this room he knew 1 was the guest of Flying Cloud." the tent, shadin' g the fire, which was in the center of You think that The Fox threw that lighted pipe the fent, but instead ,of being the savage fire of the in this room?" asked Gordon. usual red man, made of dry sticks, anCl built on j:he "Who else knew of the Indians 'that we were here ground, it was contained in a sort of contrivance of, rejoined Pym. I must start. Good iron that looked like a Dutch oven. bye." A couch of willows draped with a wonderiul white When Pym left the Fort a half dozen steps plunged bear-skin robe stood on one side; there were chairs of him into the great white silence 'of the blizzard. rudely bent willow, while everywhere were furs, of I The trapper CQuid not see his hand before his face. every imaginable kind 10 be foqnd in the places where The Fort was utterly obliterated as if a child had Flying Cloud had haunted; a rare and costly gathering wiped it from its slate, where it had 'beeDdrawn. of furs from all over the North-West. By George!" remarked Pym. "ThIs is certainly Flying Cloud was standing near the center of the. a big blizzard. 1 where The Fox is to be tent whet} Bym entered. found." "I greet you, Charles he said with stately His answer came imme.diately. courtesy. A hand was laid on arm; a shape from the I'I join with replied Pym with equal wall a,pproach.ed.. politeness. Ugh!" saId The Fox, m the accepted salutatIOn. .. ... of the red man when he first the white. FlYlf!g C I loud dlsdammg further cIvllttles plunged Which way? asked Pym perfectly willing to leave llnmedlate y into the conversation's reason for exist-all question of direction to the savage. . Follow red man," said The I:ox. "Heap .snow." Your message to my y.oung warnor, The Yes," replied Pym. "ls it far? came to me duly, began !,lymg Cloud. Not ver' far" replied the Indian And ,you sent me your .pIpe to show that you Id h ? Under their snow shoes' the distance was passed wou ear me. quickly. Pym 'judged that he was less th;111 a mile Yes." away from the Fort, when The Fox ran down a slight "Flying eloud, you are more than a common 1nhill into the Peel River bottom. dhn; you are an educated one, and I am not going to There in a bend of the river sheltered by. overtalk to you in your dialect, nor as an but as an hanging trees of .willow was a duster of the tepees Indian with the white man's gifts.". of the warriors of Flying Cloud's band. Proceed." Pym could not help b{1t admire the generalship of I do not blame you, and no one 'at Fort McPherson the Indian. For here were tepees, warm and comblames you for your action in taking revenge upon fortable in which to shield the band of fighters, althe Snow-birds for their unprovoked attack on your though Pym well knew the Snow-birds had so recently band." 9urned up the main village of the red men. "The Blackfe1t natipn thank you in my'thanks now. "Trust Flying Cloud to get new tepees, to make given you." i his warriors comfortable. No white commander could "We therefore Go. not blame you for the blood pay-, look out after his commissary department as welIras ment that you' have taken, The Fox tells me from the this, after his entire resources \ were cl,estroyed by an Snow-bireis." r enemy." A flash of joy passed over Flying Cloud's face but, This thought passed through .Pym's t?ind. he made no answer. .. But without utw<}rd expressIOn of hIS thougnts he -"Having 'taken your revenge, if not in full, at' least followed The Fox. / ; nearly so, we all feel that you have gone a s as Flying Cloud's had been laid out w!th great. you ought to go," added Pym. skill. The willows utterly shielded it fro111VIew from "By tl;tat you mean that 1 must return the gray the surrounding hitls, o r the more lofty n:ount!lins in eagle three feathers of war to my totem bag the back-ground. Flaving dipped them deep in your blood-The were all of deer: or antelope skins, with yes the hides on the and were thrown over a "The_ feel I h ,ad my revenge and I tent-like frame of willows. that they propose askmg me through you, to declare a -The skins were drawn tightly. and fastened to tent peace in this war?" ) pegs just the way a soldier pitches his canvas home. yes." /

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THE. f INDIAN WEEKLY.' " ) "How do you, feel personally about declaring peace? I "I think you have all that any Chief do. You have shown it' is not meet for any whIte man to attack your people; now I think is the time for you to withdraw fr o m the battle. Declare peace at once, is iny personal opinion, as to the -course you shouRl take." +-"My people numbered three hundred; all are gone save eight." . kno w. It was hloody hard. But if you kill twice as many whites as your dead, you can not bnng those that are gone back to life a gain." "But I can send ,many white 'men to tl;le Great Spirit, H f can !he blo?d. toll "That IS your IndIan VIew of It, But ten hves w,Ill not bring ba"ok to life, one dead ,man or 'woman." You ask too much." "I ask only justice." ';.' And if I do not dyclare peace?!' 1 "The white man will sweep you from the face of this earth." ..' "He has not swept clean so far." "No, because here as !,llatters now you red men outnumber the but back there, way back in tIle white man's land, he is strong and lusty and his kind are like the grasshoppers that ,obscure the afte1,"noon sun at times here;. he will send back from the Fort 10r his kind, an d when they come you and all your b and will be killed." I "Whatlof it? We will die fig hting our foe You white men have always been the Indians' c ,urse. If we die; we Bl a ckfeet, we ,will know that thai; are lef t still sing of our -ralor for ever and ever." "Wha t g ood will that do you when there is six feet of e arth over you . What good is' a song in your praise when you can not hunt the beaver the lyrix, the Moos e or the great Buffalo?" "None." . "When the breath of the Spring is in the air, and your young men are calling with rich voices for you, their Great Chief to come and the deer fand the antelope, what .good is a song if you are dead? " Non e wbuld care then to hear the song." "Pre cisely. Then awake to the folly of continuing this war." "But suppose the other hand that in the good huntin g time of the winter no one calls for this Chief, FlYIng Cloud If instead of the song of praise for him from the lodges there is nothing but a wail of hatred and pain for the Great, Chief who would not fight for rev enge, even when His people had wishfd it. The" Grea t Chief G:owardly Flying ,Cloud?" I:' \. Pym cleared his throat once or twice but could find no words readY-for the answer he wished to make. in the early Spring hunting tinie, when the flowers were just peeping through the snow that Flying Cloud's young men called to him in rich tones ,-' Coward Great Chief, we do not want to hunt with you? ,,, Pym ,was speechless. W ould not six feet of earth be better then for. Flyin g Cloud?" the Great Chief asked softly. ;.-Pym stood up J "I am not a tepee lawyer enough to argue that out with you, he said, "but if your people know your heart and know theirs, and you feel that you are in h onor bound to t?i's war, r would not ask 'you to stop for I never asked white man or red man to drop any ijght in which his honor was bound." I "Charles Pym," solemnly anso/ered Flying Cloud, "I am not blind to my danger, nor to the dangers of my people. I know that :vh,ile at first we may seex,n to win that we will not WIn In tl\e end. Our doom Iii, s ealed sooner or later. But knowing that, I will not stop this war.. I will not make a p<:ace with your people. It is my duty to fight you tllltIl the final shot lays low my last warrior, and; I trust to be that last man. This wa r is Flying Cloud'.s last stana." Pym was carried away by the Indian. "I take your answer," he said. "I you ar e right. Tonight we part for the last tIme as. frIends. Tomorrow we will continue the war. But Lhope that before it has gone further that there may be a relenti'ng on your ... part.". "Quite impossible I fear. But I WIll lay yofir sion before our young /ffien and see what deCISIOn they make once more." : Flying Cloud stepped to one SIde of hIS tent. There a great, of polished brass He raised a small steel hammer. Then V'{Ith force he smote a single blow upon the brass. The crash that ensued had not ended when wild forms burst into the tepee. . Ten stalwart young Indians armed to the teeth dashed into the lodge and with fierce cries asked Flying Cloud why he summoned them. "It a l fine display of your young warriors," said Pym. "It.shows them eager to be at your side when a summons comes from you." Flying Cloud bowed. Then in a few words he told the warriors of the request of Pyoi. "When the white man has given back life to my m o ther and my father," one brave said. Then will I say, 'make peace.' "When my wife comes back to life, dead now 'by a Snow-bird's shot, then will I say, 'make peace,''' put in a second warrior. I So .one after the other spoke every brave. "That is our, answer," said Flying Cloud simply, a$ each of. the ten warriors vanished behind the deer skin flap, which made up the door of the tepee "I do 'not blame you," said Pym, "I can not see that you can take qnyother course than you have done, but I am sorry that you must die, with all your band, as a result of this decision made tonight.!' As he spoke he heard out s ide a long yell of triumph from the IndianS . .Then there came a terrible shri 'ek of agony. There was no mistaking the agony, the hopeless terror of that voice I What is that, Flying Cloud?" asked Pym. that not a white man crying for help." The face of Flying Cloud was that of a cruel panther. His ligs were drawn back.)nto a snarl of rage. His eyes flashed the fires of deep hatred. Look he shouted as he drew back the tepee flap. The intense horror of the scene fturned Pym .sick and faint. Not fifty feet .away,. chained to a great iron stake was a helpless white man . He was naked. , His brpad breast was covered with ugly wounds f('om which theblo'od was pouring. About the lower part of his body a great fire was raging. Its hideous flame was licking up the limbs of

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I THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. screa!ll .ea dunder. his deadly torture until Bis great canteen of liquor was quickly passed from e rang .agatn an agam. man to man. Its contents gave renewed life. hlghe: leaped the flames. Smoke curled Colonel Parker was soon revived. about the dymg white man His ha' ht fi' d h' h d h" Ir caug re an Tp.e othe.rs of the party soon began to take on human wreat m a great draft. of hot looks. The!, had so often faced grim death in s.o Around bis bod th t 'bl fi d'f' many starthng forms that they soon got back their H' y e ern ... e. re n ted.. grip on events. Life in the N orth-West has so 'much IS screams were .growmg famter and famter; now that 'is terrible at all times that now that th.ey were wre d:owned m t.he yells t?e dancing line or I alive they drifted into their usual fataJistic attitude: cl:c1e t Indians who With ear spltttmg yells danced. in and despite the terrors through which they had passed, wild renzyaroun
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24 THE AMERICAN INDJAN WEEKLY. I 4 / he deplored the attitude of the organization, he could Then wth a most un:;atisfactory bounce t:he irate not help admiring their fearlessness. young girl vanishedfrom the room leaving F fym in a Right or wrong," he thought,, the Snow-birds al'e. whirl of conflicting emotions. brave, arid no matter if there is but one man left, he "Now what ,do you think of that," he, remarked will fight to the fina' l passing of the breath. Irom his with much pathos. Here I am caught with the-goods bQdy. It is that spirit that has been met with' on the on me? Like the remark of a certain Eastern police firing tine of a)l the great frontiers of the world, which man," whit's' the use of kicking or squealing then?'" ( civilization is slowly but surely pressing backward But ileverthceless Charlie wished the little episode of day by day. Some day will be no frontier. Will the dance h 'all in which he had shot the Indian hpsband there then be no such brave fools as these?" of the Rose, The Moose, 4aack to hall to Gordon's office singing at the top of his lungs, the fort, and was not without care until he saw the "If she be not fair: to me, what care I qow fair she party march through tht great gates and draw up at be," a proceeding that added to the thunder and Iightattention under shelter of the frowping cannon on the, ning effect brooding about the undeniably fair, Evelyn stockade." Gordon, John Gordon, his face dark with anger met Colonel But his whistle stopped when he saw directly in his Parker immediately. '. path the Rose of the Frontiar. "It is my duty to order you under arrest," he cried," Aw, say now," Charlie stuttered. "What do you "but we are so much in need of men that I shall ask wym led the .way direct to hand with which the Great Chief had punctuated' his 111to whIch h.e wltho,ut ceremony. final message of depance, Gordon went as white a '". Gordon was conSiderably su.rpnsed to, see walk woman,who sees blood the time: 111 by the, two IndIans but he hstened to I, This' is horrible," Gordon said. "It passes belief.'-'--Charlte s tale of the dance haIl duel nodding now and "Oh, nonsense," replied Pym. of prisonthen. / ers is the' thing in an Indian war. That poor 9h yes," he said. "There were all kinds of storie s Snow-bird is out of his misery. We have no time to float111g about regarding your duel with The Moose devote to the dead. We must fight har d to save the so I sent for your friend Fritz Harz, and he told lives of those that ar e n9w living.'" 'alI there to tbe matter; but you ought nOt to Pym then hurried to pay his. respects to Evelyn keep k.md of company, and then you would not Gordon. He expected at least a cgmpliment as to his_ be 111 thiS kmd of trouble. nut what does your Indian attempt to carry out his and possibly an expartner want here?" pressIon of pleasure over his safe' return. "BleStl me if I know/, replied Pym. ,Bu-t he found a veritable fury of a young woman, Ask her." / who hardly spok e to him when he entered th' e living Wha.t you 'want here?" said Chartie to the woman. room where Evelyn sat. -. "She says her husband is not dead," replied the Pym was' puzzled. youth. "I say," !Ie asked, "what is the riot?" "WelI I don't care," answered Charlie. "He tried "I fear I do not }\our rather common to kill me, and I got to it first." language," remarked divinity. \ ;:l'he say he no angry at you" the youth added. Huh? '" .tiut he feel good to you for he forget when you :: I say I don't understand you?" hit him you could hit again, and kill him, and you did R You don't,-understand me, why, really," poor not." Charlie was in the air in a moment. "s" l' d Ch l' > not, rep Ie ar Ie,. opening hi' S eyes very "I certainly don't," srtapped Evelyn. "Possibly if Wide. I had n<;>t a bit of a grudge against The Moose, you spoke in the Indian dialect of the Rose of tI-le but only shot him to my oWQ life." Frontier, I might understa!ld you more clearly." "1:he he send his woman to tell you.

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. \ THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 25 l o ok out tonight for Flying Cloud band" the b d" Y k ,oy contmue ou now he half-breed Blackfeet Indl'an "What?" The lad' repeated his words slowly. The Moose says that Flyjng Cloud is going to attack the Fort tonight, He wants to put me on my guard. a? a re ,turn for my not shooting a secorrd time and hIm, when we fought in Indian Jack's?" questioned Pym Ugh, laconically bowed the head of the boy m response. :: I see. When ar e we to e;'Cpect the att a ck? added Pym. atta c k by Flying Cloud for he will take the' usua l secret way of the Indian in carrying on war, and. will rely on the traitor in our camp " Po ssibly you may be right." "I know I am. Flying Cloud is a great warrior from n In dian s v stem: .He can fight his men tinder cover' better than most men. He can plan wil y tricks for .Indian duplicity and craft is ip his natur e But in-.an opeli attack on the Fort, h e wiU not dare the ri sk. A t firs t we were all in danger here We were not fully protected. W e had no great supply of f o od, but now we are torti\ied, and have plenty of food D a nger from an open attack IS over." . The M o o s e no t e ll. Flymg Cloud kill him if he knew h e s o muc h mighty r ep.1ied the boy. We ready for him to attack. artY old tim e replie d Pym. G ordo n admired the logi c of Pym gre atly. He had begun to lean on the young man to a g reat extent; himself a goo d busi ness man, he did not preknd to great wood-craft or knowledge o f Indian _war methods. The d e f e n s e of the Fort he l eft en tir e l y in Pym' s hal1ds. And the hands w ere capable. Eve rythmg, ready, eh, old chap?" G o rdon s miled and nodde d his head . N o att a ck," continued the lad. Trouble co m e from inside. See?" I' The boy's words lengthened the face s of and Pym to -extreme gravity. An attack?" Treachery?" the two white men cried in apprehen sIOn. -., Murde r 1 Murder!" r The cr y c ame from without. P y m dash e d to the door 1# Along the hall way came running a panic stricken trapper. ;;What is the matter?" anxious ly a s ked Gordon. T o m L e sseaux, the French Canadian v oyageur." "Well, what of him?" cried P ym. H e i s on \:he morning and afternoon alternate guard watches I sa w him standing at the stockade gate when I came. in today. H e was guarding the entrance." He will guard 'no more. He is dead," cried the me; senger What?" roared both w hi te men. They hurried t o the stockade lay poor Lesseaux on his side . A great gash through which hIS red blood was still slowly dropping directly across his throat showed how he had died. Pym leaned over and began examining the 'body. "Murdered, how could ke be murdered in our sfockade, $ith none but our own t roop here?" que s tion Gordon. "This look s 'V0re like suicide than it d o es like murder to me." Pym shook his head See h e re Gordon," Pym said, poor Les seaux has been killed by one of Flying Cloud's band."" . "\Vhat?" H No ques tion of it." How do you reason that out?" Pym pick e d up the chilling limp arm of the dead man. See? he said. "The Blackfee t always leave their mark behind on a body. They always cut each joint of. a corpse with a keen knife after the victim i s h e lpless. See? Here f The arm of Tom Lesseaux has ,been severed almo s t at,Jhe elbow joint?" Gordon' s face was white with apprehen s ion. There is a traitor here in our stockade. Where is The' Rose oj the Ffon t ier and that Indian boy?" he said. The Indian couple had vanished. They warned us, but the warning came too late. Treachery is what we must now face, and whe r e can w e b ,egin OUf s earch for the traitor?" replied Gordon. CHAPTER VIII. "WHO IS THE r'RAITOR ? "No trace of the traitol' has bee n f o und ? This question was eagerly a s k e d by J ohn G o rd o n after he and Charles Pym had thoroughly canvasse d th e conditions and had made a th orough examinatio n the e ntir e f o rce in the Fort. "Not a clue," replied Pym dejectedly. "The questi o n that we have a tra i to r i n our c amp is settled in the affirmati v e without a d oubt in m y m i n d sa id Gordon. There is none in mine as to the re being a traitor' ; but asto who the traitor is, I am at a loss t o under s tand "We mu s t be on our guard alwa ys. W e mu s t neve r let up in our watchful care : True. There is further another thing to r emembe r. As long as the traitor is tlot discovered w e a r e s af e from outward "It i s all in your charge, Pym," Gordo n replied "YOli have th e e ntir e fighting command here "There i s one thing y e t to t ell you. And it i s important." " T ell it quickly, then. : ... Ei ght hundred Blackfeet wartlors joine d Flying Cloud's band last night. An Indian spy, a young Sioux, brought me this in f o rmation at dawn today. I sent him out las t night on a still hunt." "Whew" "The sioux lives in the haml.ij; of Fort McPh e r son. He goes to the mis s ion school and he hates a Blackfeet Indian as in t e n sely as an J ndian can hate; you know the Sioux and Black f e et for ak"es have been clashing in Canadian-Am e rican border dis turbances ?" "Have they, eh?" '.' So this information i s liable to be siraight. In dealing with an Indian it i s wise tq go back of what he tells you, and try to learn his mqtives. In this ca se I .think the Sioux information is correc t ." -"Will not Flying C loud now attack us?" "He might, b u t I think he will not. W.hat he is trying to do is to get the traitor in our to open the stockade to a night and secret attack, when all the odds would be on Flying Cloud's side. But to manfully attack u s ,by a siege-tha t i s not Indian nature. The crooked w.,ay for the Inaian, always.'; "Have you any plan?" H Yes." Would you mind telling it to me? "res simple. Just sit tight and await-the arrival of the re inforcements you have sent for from Fort Good Hope and Fort Franklin. It's a far cry for the help to c o me to us, over such a n awful stretch of country, but I figure we ought to have a thousand men here shortly, which added to the force we have, will make us abl e to meet Flying Cloud. "Do you know where he is encamped?" .. "Mos t of his force has been sent to D ead Man's Can.yMI. He maintains his old b a nd of warriors about where I went to him, to induce him t o make peace This force is a sort of flying legion. which will 'spy on us, das h in 'and cut out any of our stragglers, while the rest /of the body lie s snug in the oth e r etlcampment. "What w i ll you do when o ur r einforcements arrive?" "March directly to D ead Ma n's Canyon, and give Flying Cloud the battle of his life. Then it's man to man he can not escape me then." "What is your plan meanwhile?" "To c atch that sneaking trait o r just as soon as we can." "How?" "I do no.t know. We mus t let things take its cour s e I can not even imaginenow what do y 'ou want here -?" The was put to a wild ey e d messenger, whose face was white With fear, and who entered the room in a panic. "Hum!" P.ym answered his own question, Hwho has been" murdered next?" : It is Bannac!< Jim, the old trapper from Montana way ," the fnghtened messenger said. What? Poor old Bannack Jim?" a sked Gordon. "Yes, sir. We found him' dead in his bunk. He wa s on the guard watch from midnight to dawn, and was sleeping when I w e nt 'to call him for his breakfas.t." "You found him de a d ? a s ked Pym. "Yes stabbed to the h e art," replied 'the mes s enger. "Anything else?" asked Gordon. "Every joint in his body wa s cut through and :' One more success for Fl y ing Clo u d," s!lid the deep voice of PY111. "It may be our turn next." I

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26 THE AMERI CAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Gordon' and the mes senger hurried from the room to look at "Hav e the hogshead emptied at once." h b d f h d d Are you crazy?" . teo y 0 t e ea scout . .. No, but you are. The idea of your not me of thIs P,Ym at s p ee d burri e d 111 turn to the o ut e r gate that the manuer of aetting your water supply long ago. inne r traitor after hearing the alarm ove r Bannack Jm/s, death "I do not see that it is important, at ,that. What dlfIereQce migh. try to l e t in som e of Flyi'ng .Cloud' s band. does I't make as to how we get our water supply, all that, # But there wa s no sIgn of any thmg. untoward there. , Pym the n 'fan back to Gordon's office. Just as he was enteras long as we get it." h I ... I h "Come with me and I will show you. ing the door, in a dark spot in t e hal way,. mstm ctIve r e saw The two leaders stood by the hdgshead unti! it was emptied a lurking figure. His glance was' so fleet111g that he dId: I h . tt. t as hldmg by a fotce of several men. pau se; m e r e y avmg an ImpreSSIOn I ,a some one w 'I Now, boys turn over. the hogshead,. commanded b ehind the do or. Y t tumbles over The r u s h o f s oft moccasibed feet then assailed his ears. "Stand back all of you; gIve me room as I . B e f ore Pym had time to look he was aware of the sudden soft As h e spoke he flasted his revolver from hIS belt. patter, and in a q uick br e ath threw up pi s arm, at guard. Whang! d a second later :s the great hogs head feU Why he did s o h e n e ver could explam. It s r e port sounde But the m ove m ent saved his life on its side. h d b th / H is left g u a rd arm came in c ont;ct w j th another arm, 'a knife' Th e re was / a whirling .... struggling m'fit J fenea slipp e d acr oss his uppe r arm ; and cut a long welt in his trapper's the hogsh e ad a strangled yell, and in t. e e 0 every j acke t, but did n ot e nter his fle s h. man pres e nt a lithe Indian, was s een, m dymg agollles, where a 'The n the soft p atte r fle d down the' hallway . Where the lIght moment before there had been standin.g, the great ho.g shead. m a d e a band' o f white way a t the upper end of the hall from a N o magician ever made a more startlIng. transformatIOn scene. /, h h dl d fi d f f Hardl y had the dying moan of the Indian when ( Pym caught sight of) t e ar y e ne arm, 0 an all over the fort there so unded. s hots and wIld Impr ecatIOns, A I d screams and yells of d e fianc e "By George!" P y m remark'ed to hims elf, n n lan, sure "We ar e attacked,'J s h oute d P ym. "To the. boys, The a s J a m a liv e ." Indian s ar e h e r e I was w r o ng Th ey are atta:;k.mg the fort. Gordon fo u nd P y m a f e w m o m e nts l a t e r s tupidl y looking at But w e ha v e kille d the ) s a v age w ho has b een klllmg our m e n a long cut in hi s sle eve. . inside th e Fort." Pym t o l d him o f the a t t ac k of the h a lf seen a ssass m. I t h t kl' f a n .eye th e b a t tl e b egan. I w ill ord e r t h e Fort searche d f r o m to p to. botto m, cned n e wm II1g -0 G o r don a t o nce. Every available mall was se n t to m a k e a stric t c a nvas of nook and cranny i n the old Fort, bu t n o t one sing le; clue c ould b e found. ( The. traitor w h o w,as a ssassinating t h e Fo rt' s garri son ... one b y one could no t b e f ound. v'lhen this news was r eported t o G orcLO/1 great bea d s of p er s piration s t ood o n his face He w as co ld a ls
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 27 "Why?" "Because it is your due. vVhyn the plan was made to gain access to Fort by of Flying Cloud's warriors through a clever ruse, I asked Flymg Cloud to let me go with the first attackmg party. I wanted to hurry to your aid pnce I was in this l
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/ 28 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. -' roof, Gordlj>n had the day before had all the snow on the roof shoveled off. "Flying Cloud is cute," Pym said to Gordon. "Those fir-e brands l1ave been dipped in pine r esin, and they are thus about as fierce a bit of flame as can be throwl1 at us. " vVe ,can't get the cannon to work,"/ said Gordon, "or I would shell out the gang." Pym rememberd his Criticism w Fritz Harz. He laughed grimly. I f. "0h, I never depended m ch on tl)e cannon," he' asserted. "Have you heard from Harz " Not a word since I sent him back to Fort Good Hope and Fort Franklin for succor." "He can' t get help any too quick. We are in my boy. If We don't beat off this gang, they need not send remforcements at all." "That is so." "Instead they will need a .new Postmaster, a new scout, in our plafes, I "Guess that is no merry jest." And -the Snow-birds w0n't have to be tried for inciting this war." "Peter Parella;s act in stopping that gang of red devils has gained them their pardon, at. that. Do you what I am going to do as to the Snow-blr.ds? "No. What?" . "If we are alive when reinforcements came, we wlll give the few of the Snow-birds,a quiet tip that they had be.tte;, skin' for the trackless wilderness and forget us all for awhile. And bye and bye they will be forgotten, .eh? "I hope so. w:m you stand supplIes for the ten men left and a little cash on the side? "Officially I say no,. sir, they must face the;r music." "But what do you say unofficially? "I say to the Snow-birds, unofficially, 'Skip, by the Iigpt of the moon,''' replied Gordon "How about the parole you put them all tInder?" "You tell them for me that while officially I must deprecate their violation of paroles, that unofficially I think they are care less of life if they don't violate it. They will all be hanged sure if they 10 not get away quick reinforcements co.me." "Gr!,!at is red tape, eh ? You busmess men aTe as hl?e bound as a Spanish girl who has seventeen thousand bits of etiquette to rem ember bef9re she can ask for a piece of pie." "Well, that's my idea of the Snow-bird situation. If you don't mind you can tell Colonel Parker what I say." "That is what I will do and in case we are not all killed here, he is at liberty to any .old time he wishes." Exactly. And if we don't get out of this the fate of the Snow-birds is sealed along with ours." "Right you are." \.. While the two men' were laying plans for the future when It looked as if there was to be no future but the grave 'for them all Colonel Parker bound to vindicate the Snow-birds so far as fighting abilitr was concerned had thought of a way to save the Fort from the danger of a terrible fire. He had formed a bucket-brigade from the stockade walls, to the big hogs head standing beside the dead Indian, whose killing had begun the battle. The water iI'l the hogshead had very for tunately been -saved. )' He knew without explanation that a false bottom been" made in. the hogshead, and in that an Indian had been ,secreted. Instead of a traitor in the Fort as Pym and Gordon had feared' this young savage had been introduced into the defenders mi?st, through concealing him in the false bottom made by!' Flymg Cloud, who had leRrned the manner. in whicl! the Fort defenders secured their water supply. \ .. It was Colonel Parker's plan to use the very false bottom or the hogshead as the shield of the beseigers, and thus turn Fly-ing Cloud's plan against himself. .. The bucket brigade stood il:\ line waiting the buckets of which each man thought he would take from the man at 91s rear, and pass forward to the I;TIan of him. ;There were shouts of ple!ised surpnse when a gang of men were seen slowly pushing the hogsh.ead up, up, toward the r .oof. .. After much labor the great cask was,seen to be placed on the roof . . "What was the next step ?-" asked all. ') .tt What is Colc!bel Parker going to do?" asked Pym "Where is he?" v No one' seemed to know. "What is that long snake like thing coiling back. from that II G d he pOI'nted to' a line of hogshead?" questioned or on, as wriggling substance. Pym Iboked closely. "Well'I'll be blowed;" Pym cried. 'Of all the queer contn vances. Say, GorGon, don't you see what Parker has done?" '' 1 don't." \ tt He has put a heavy sheath of Iron from the store room about the outside of tg.at hogshead." "Well." "THat makes the hogshead a sure t111Y fort.. No rifle can get by that sbeet iron and the heavy wood 111 the hogshead. "Of course not." . "Thin Colonel Pa,ker has cut holes about the nelght of hiS up-stretched arms, about the hogshead's tOI{-': __ "Yes" ""-"The'n be has had a hose put in, that stretches fr ? m bucket brigade down there sheltered from shots, behmd stockade wall." . \ "Yes" "r-" The' bucket brigade sends forward water.--to tlr'e man there in the line. He under cover, carefully hal1gs up hiS bu. cket on that hook here, on the wall, and the water flows by Its own gravity down into the hogshead." I .see. But where Colonel Parker?" "In the hogshead, you idiot," cried Pym: "He ha s a pail the1;e and he takes the water in pail by ,pall, having the false bottom made by Flying Cloud to kneel on. "Well, wbat next? "1' 'd h "Oh, nothing. But he catches the water 111 a p a ll. m S I e e hogshead and then a fi!ebrand comes, Ju s t sqUirts enough water through "another bit of ho s e he has 111slde the hogshead and he quenches the flame without using very much ?later." "Great. Why the water we have here in the Fort will do to quench the flames for a long while." "Yes. Or until Flying Cloud's band sees that they are and give up the plan to set fire to the Fort. Now watch. . Pym and Gordon. watched the work of Colonel Parke r With careful eyes. The plan was a perfect success .. From outside the Fort' a great pme knot, ablaze, with a fierce flame, would shoot in a great curve from a stalwart savage's arm. It would alight' on the roof . Then Colonel Parker from the interior of the hogshead would turn a stre.am of water directly on the blaze through the hose. He would be perfectly shielded and the flame at fir s t would burn with great vigor, but then it would die away careful aim of the Sn9w-bird who under the. of Im Fort, made the efforts of the Indians Impossible of success. The watching defenders would shout in glee every time a brand hurried in a--grea t semi-circle from a savage' hand, to the roof '" "Hurrah for the Snow-birds," cried Peter Parella in gre,at .good humor. Hurrah!" cried the defenders. "No danger from the firebrands after all," laughed Pym. "Somehow or other we have been p-retty lucky," replied Gor-don. "Every time it looked as if we were done for, s o mething has turned 1,1p to save tis. I begin to feel that we are destined to get out of this hole." "Don't brag. Hold fast is a better dog than old brag," re joined Pym. ; Just then Pym felt a touch on his arm. He turned to meet Evelyn whose face was anxious and the moment he saw her, Pym knew that she had an important mission .to perform. Hush!" Evelyn said softlY,tt come with me, a terrible dan ger threatens us." CHAPTER XI. FLYING CLOUD'S LAST CAST. Pym followed Evelyn with anxiety. He well knew tha.t she would not have called him back from his duty cheering on the defenders, and ordering their efforts to the best advantage unless there was SC\l11e vital reason behind her summons. Steal in here softly," Evelyn said in a low tone as she pallsed at her boudoir door.

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THE: AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 29 Pym fol1owed gently. Come here," the girl Pym fol1owed her over toward a window commanding rear portion of the Fort. Look there," Evelyn said, "what are the Indians doing,?" Cautiously Pym gazed out. . A strange signt met his eyes. There were at least fifty Indians around a great uncouth some thing that towered high in the air. The thing seemed to be moving' or else it was being moved J ust which Pym at fin.t could not' see. From the high straight arm-like sort of thing that weht tower ing into the sky there shot up a white shiny substance. It went into .ai r wjth a queer faint humming sound. and then after des.cnbmg a long arch, c 'ame thundering down upon the roof of the F6rt, which trembled under the shock as if it would give way, and crush all beneath to a t(lrrible death. -"Wel1 of all the remarked Pym in 41tter surp-Wse. "What is it? It looks like an inferna1 machine. What is it?" I do not know." replied Evelyn. When 'the battle began to rage I was confronted by a savage who tried to kill me." "What?" .' Pym's eyes resembled peeled onions. Evelyn then narrated her conversatIon with Star-Eyes, and told how the brave Indian girl had saved her white friend's lif e U This beats me," snapped Pym. I'My, but isn t this an awful position for us all." I It is But after Star-Eyes left me, and I can not understand how she got out of the Fort, she was a weight on my mind. It does seem so hard that such a bright girl must go to her death due to her savage feelings, 'for we know 110W utterly foolish i s f.Flying Cloud's idea of sacrij{cing himself and his entire band, in this dreadful and foolis h war." "I know, Evelyn, but as I have so often told you, white girls can not understand red girls. They are too far apart to have their feelings meet on such questions of h ono r as have been presented to Star-Eyes. It is impossible to end this war now. If we can escape with our lives we a re lucky." "1 fear that is so," answered Evelyn. U But to get on ,!o my discovery of this queer thing the Indians h ave built." Y Please tell me." _ "I stood near this window looking out after Star-Eyes had left me sorrowing over the fate of the girl, when I saw a dark f orm steal o ut from yonder forest." u Yes." "They \vere pu shing that queer thin g there. They seemed be it at the Fort, so I hurried out to tell you of the matter. It was to my mind serious enough to demand your attention." Pym nodded. " you your field glasses handy?" Evelyn hurried over and handed th e m to Pym . How stupid in me not to rememb!!r them before,." she said. Pym. began studying the queer thmg arJund wiuch sl,veral savages were grouped. Then he b roke into a merry laugh "That fellow, Flying Cloud is all right," he said. "He has brains. If the l oss of this fight d on't the loss of m y scalp I would almost hope he would win." How terrible you talk," said Evelyn. U Please tell me what you have discovered." It is about the cleverest bit of work I hav e ever seen," said P y m. U That Indian has taken a big sap ling he has bad hewed into a form of an old fa shIOned cross-bow. H Yes," "This cross-bow fie has bound with great strips of moose thongs, whicQ by the way are pretty nearly as tough ;;s ,iron, to a ,1!reat center stick. That makes a sort of cross-bow. ... Yes." This cro s s-bow he pulls back by means of other great tWisted strands of moose -thongs. Say what do you think of that?" v Y onderful. But.I am to blame for it all." You to blame? Miss Evelyn are you crazy?" N o t a bit. I remember when I was teaching in s ch o ol that I told Flying Cloud and the other Ind13ns m the class how the. old were made, U Ho! Ho!" .. Yes We h ad quite a spirited argume nt over just how suell a g r eat 'cro s s-bow can be made h ere, out in the Flying Cloud claimed that he could make a cross-bow big/enough t o thro w areat stones quite a distance and t? crusJ:! an enemy." And he has made his words g<;>od by btllld1l1g thlscross-bow. )' It i s proving what I always have sajp, that the average red man when h e is educated by the whites i s sure to put the knowl he gains from them to a use in killing them, if any trouble breaks out between the Indian and the white." U I fear you are right.i U The edllcation of a savage unless you can once place him in the guarding lines of civilization. is useless," added Pym warmly. "I fear you are right," sighed Evelyn. U I never shall teach another Indian." u'There comes anothev shot," cried Pym. As he spoke a great white substance hurt.Jed the air and landed again on the roof, amid a \ mighty spitnter of timbers of the upper support of the Fort." "What in the world are they firing at us ? Evelyn ,,, Great chunks of solid ice," replied Pym. "What?" "Yes So you see tliey are able to go further thaI) you taugh.t. Your idea was to have the Indians throw heavy stones from thiS cross-bow but as the ground is and a heavy snow covers the ground, stones can not be readily secured." So they are flinging great cIt:tunks of ice." U Yes. I should say thar one of those big chunks will weigh five hundred' pounds. This fort is old. How long do you thi?k that roof will stand the battering of five huni::lred pounds of Ice UpOl;! it every five minutes descending with terrible velocity from where 'those Indians can shoot it? "Not long, I fear." uAnd when they have sufficiently battered down our roof, and stead ily fought us at the walls, they will swarm over the stock ade, for they outnumber us greatly, and it's then 'farewell to friends.' "Well, I am not afraid to die." f "You are a brave girl, but wouli::ln't you rather live?" Of course." U As Mrs. l'ym?" Evelyn although her face colored. U You are the kind of a man that would court a woman even as you descend into the grave." "That is no answer to my question." "'Ihat is all you will get, ju s t now. vYhy can you not wait until this war is over?" "I suppose I will have to," Pym replied, overjoyed at not re ceiving a direct refusal. "But can )lOU not stop that engine of Must we stand here while a lot of savages batter the Fort to bits?" Pym put on his thinking cap. Then he ran out o f the roem, returning in a moment \yith a fine repeating rifle It belonged to Evelyn's father and was a trusted weapon, and as Pym put it, "shot close." Pym carefully calculated the distance to be 250 yards. Adjusting the s ights to the instrument he knelt down, using the window sill as a resting place for his weapon. A burly' savage wa s just getting ready to release the triggerlike affair to the cr0ss-bow, that would send another -five hun dred pound chunk of ice through the air, to shake the Fort to its foundations. The shot fro m Pym's rifle struck him exactly in the space between his two eyes. The Indian -was ki1led so instantaneously that his hand was s till outstretched when death seized him. / T ,wo little Indians playing with a gun; gun went off then there was one." Pym sang these words in great glee. Evelyn smiled and nodded in appreciation. She could not hell' thinking how ;:/ habit forms. Six weeks ago, if she had been told s he would calmly watch the kilIing of an Indian by an excellent shot, fromJlln excellent rifle, and would make a joke of it, she would have been very indi g nant. U You are an exce llent shot," Evelyn s imply said, as she looked through the' field glasses : "How those Indians scatter to cover. But look out, there comes another one." Again the sho t from Pym's rifle struck the savage. Again the Indian f ell dead, but in a lwinkle; in a half part of a second, a third man took his place. t -' The shot from Pym's rifle sent him t o f ollow "The Happy Hunting Ground Trail and this seemed to satisfy the Indians. They drew off and made no effort to further fire the great rude cross-bow.' / Still watching the enemy Pym sent for Peter Parella, and hal:ded .o",:er to him the duty of ket!ping the Indians from using theIr ongmal weapon. U Look out; Peter," P y m said. "Don't let those fellows use that machine again."

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Ii anyone of those'-Indians u se that thing," replied no chance to do much hUI)ting in his inxiety to make us cap it"he will be the most wonderful Indian on earth. He will pull ulate." the trigger of. that ice boa t, after he is by my shot." "So he is in great stress and peri!." After advising Evelyn to remain and assist Peter by a watch-Yes." through the' field glasses of all the enemy: s movements, Pym (, Wouldn't be better to iet him .to drop this war, now, and hurried ,forward to ,the ramparts again, where Gordon wa, s still call it all off rather than to chase him tel Dead M s Cauyon. methodically' shooting his rifle and. tlle r e ma,inder of the de-' A baltle' ther'e means his finish, but it also IJ?eans that man.f ot fende r s were fighting on as when he :left them. I F our men would bite snow before we could wh.lp the Great Chief. "I say, Gord,on," sa id Pynl, "did you ever think th"t we "I tried that;" replied Pym. "I sent a to Flym g have-been five h ours fighting here?" .' Cloud at dawn today, telling him that he ID!ght rest assured "Is that all?" asked Gordon. "Seems to m e as if I had been that if he to smoke the pipe of peace wlth.me that I was here a week." willing still to do it." "That is just it. The Indians will wear us down. There is "What was his reply?" nothing like their system to get us at all time, on all sides. We "He refused my offer." are kept bu s y every second. ] h ey c a n relay their forces, but "Any other message?" we, outnumbered as/ we are, must keep all our men at work. "Yes. I offere.d to ass4me charge of Stat-Eyes, if she wished, The time will surely come when we oai1 not keep all at work." with a promise to see that she was protected, and well cared for, "Then the Indians will break into the Fo rt, repli e d if he would send her back in charge of the messenger." "I'liC been thinking of that fact' for som e time." . "Did she come?" "Where are those defenders? W rhere are the reinforcements The messenger sale! that Flying Cloud .sent for Star-Eyes. that Fdtz. Harz went after," cried Pym in agony. When she reache.d his, tent he told her of my offer." Br-br-br-br-br-br.". Exactly like the noise a great boy makes by hurriedly running' ., What did she say?" by' a picket fence pressIng sharply on the fence with She refused' absolutely to even think of accepting. She sent a stout stick, came this noise from the woods'. I word 'that 'she had told your daughter, Evelyn, how she felt, Intertwined with the noise carne the roar of rifles, the shrill and why she must hold to her deci s i o n to die with Flying Cloud ." whistles of the North-West Mounted PoJice, and Pym l eap.e d "Gee but I hate .this mission/' said Gordon. "It seems tough to the ramparts and ''laved his hat with a ringing shout of glad-that must go and attack such people as Flying Cloud and ness. / .' Star-Ey es." "There comes my answer," he' yelled. "Hear that Gatling "It so to me. rt's a duty I would rather shirk than gun. Hear that 'shrill whistle. We ar. e saved. VictQry! Vicmeet. But it.is a duty. We must punish these Blackfeet or else tory!" . there would be no safety from any other tribe or nation, as Through the forest was seen>-hurrying the .form's of a horde they call themselves, for any white man in the North-West." of men, r e in drce ments for the -beleaguered garrison. "That is very true. But just the same it is hard that we have In t h e lead was Fritz Harz, waving his cap, and yelling like to do' the punishing. I wisfi Flying Cloud had made peac e." a madcap youth. So do 1." Through a great trackl ess ,wil<;l, alone he hali hurried to save the Fort. His act was fully as heroic as those of the brave "Now, "pat is your plan of campaign? defenders of the fortress. "I have CIivided our forces I "I see." CHAPTER XII. r FLYING CLOUD AT BAY. - \ With more than a thousand men in his wake, Charles Pym hurried on the quest for Flying Cloud and his warriors on the following day. \;Yith him was Gordon, although p Y m was in command of the expedition. To hold Flying <:;loud at bay, 'with a superior force, besides conducting the campaign so that he, wily Indian as he was, bad been absolutely outmat.ched had be.en met with a due reward. The combined forces at a meeting at Fort McPherson. soon after their arrival had voted to p1ace tne command of' the puni tive expedition to be formed at once against Flying Cloud. "Well, where do you suppose -Flying' CloUG is tg., be faun d.? asked Gordon as he strode along by PYm. "He i s still encamped in Dead CanyoII," answered Pym. I "How do YOt; know?" . "I my Sioux spy to aetermine that fact after the arrival of Ine rein forcement party last night." One would think Flying Cloud would fly to the Rocky Moun-' tains to organize a sort of 'pn;datory warfare from there." "He wished to do that but he can not." "Why not?" "His provisions are about gone. You see he has had to fied more than 800 warriors from ,day to day, while we were feeding our smalll force." "Yes." "There has been no Fort McPherson for him now to be a point where he could replenish his supplies." "Oli." J'f ,! than that h e has been oT<;ari;e. big blIzzard rec.ently, and this extremely heavy snpw fall all wmter, here, has driven game deep into the forest. He has had I will command one side or portion." "Yes." You will command the other.'" "Thank YOll, you' are bound to mak e me get into this game, although you know how 1 feel ab out it." "1 am. Then while I attack from the front, you and yo ur forces will go around Flying Cloud and flank him." "Exactly What will you do with the 'Gatling gun?" "Use that to shell out all Flying Cloud's outlying pickets." / "Then under cover of the gun you will charge him and apply cold stee!. ; "I wil!." ., That p l an ought to work." "I think i t will work better than any other, and with less loss life." I '" We have had a pretty heavy death list." '(Fierce." "The enemy have lost many ." "Worse than our list. They must have suffered terribly in their attack on the Fort. My spy told me that Flying Cloud's camp was filled with his wounded warriors." is 110 danger of a flanking movement on the part of the enemy toward the F9rt, is there?" "I left it well. garrisoned. Evelyn is well protected." "Are the Snow-birds with us?" "Oh no." "Where are they?" . They l eft the Fort early I gave th,em plenty of pro visions, a good supply of money, and your messages." /, What did they say?" I "Jfbey were overwhelmed at their good luck. They had exto be hanged. -"Then the Snow-birds who caused all this trouble are out of it at last." "That is the usual fate of trouble They away ,from the result a.f all the trouble their fo).ly has made." "There is one j;Jright spot in it all." "What is tliat? ,I "The Snow-bird is no longer a .secret trouble-making organization in the Northwest." Shots directly in bont caused Pyin to hurry forward. He found the Jndian. pi' ckets had engaged his advance. Pym !Jalted hiS forces qUIckly and began .arranging the plans for The Battle of Dead Man's Canyotl.

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TIlE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 31 "y ou taKe this last two hundred men," pym said to Gordon, and hurry across the canyon. Fight your way througm if neces' sary but flank Flying' Clouc;!. Keep me&sengers flying 'to me constantly to tell me how you are ge. tting on." Gordon soon vanished with his men in the thick under-brush which in spots peeped out of the deep snow. He ,had no trouble in advancing as his com.mand were all equipped with hunters' snow-shoes, which if not as given to fast time like the shoes of the runner, were 'extremely serviceable. As Gordon was workipg bis way along he heard the Gatling gun open fire on a hill above him. He could see Pym's signal men waving flags and got out his SIgnal book and translated the wig-wagging. Keep far to the left," Gordon translat ed. "Enemy awaits you in front." Gordon sent back a man to tell Pym that he had read and was f o llowing his order. The br-br-br-br of the Gatling gun, with its long steady hail of bullets soon drove the Indians in a cOmpact mass. ,:\he was dreadfu1. 1 he Gathng mowed whole ranks of ted men down in a breath. In vain did fhe Indians try to seek cover. The gun searched their hiding places as if. its guiders read every thought. It was the first time the Indi,ans had ever ,aced a machine gun. They did not know to make of it. lts rain of bullets; its steady br-brcr, it s avalanche of death giving explosions was a mystery to them. Brave as lions they charged the gun. 'Great m o unds of dead was the result as the machine played its stream on the unfortunate red m en. Great C hief Bear-Head leading a forlorn hope in a wild, desperate c harge was swept to death at the muzzle of the gun. The gray head of the old Indian was shot int o bits. When he fell Pim, from his perch on an adjacent hill, stopped the firing for a moment, until he had the body of his foe rescued, and laid at on'e side for ftfture burial. He was a dead square Indian," said Pym as he ordered the conflict to be continued . "I could not bear to feel, that pe was not going to be buried like a white man." While the gun was doing such s plendid service there was many f e ats of valor from both .Indians and white men. In the deep snow oj the canyon, m e n fought to the death. On the slippery sides of the great, cany on men iought and gave no quarter. White man and Indian suffere d in silence. ; The canyon was soonfilled with smoke. The noise of the explosion of rifles was like the sound of great waves beating the sands in a storm o f wild energy. Now and then Pym could se e Flying Cloud in the thickest of the carnage urging on ilis indo mnitable men. How he fights," thought Pym. He i s a grand hero today. Surely will his name go down into the age s of the Blackfeet lodges; if there are any lodges left to the nation when this spl e ndid battle is over. Soon Pym heard the ring of the s h o t s of Gordon's men come floating from Flying Cloud's .rear guard He' could see the commotion this new attack was making. "All charge," cried Pym, as h e l e d his little sta,ff down into the great inferno raging abo ut him, from the hIll where he had gained, he knew, a great victory. lt was a won.drous scene.' ,. The Indians were disheartened and were beginning to break, when the flanking movement of Gordon and his men began. Then the fight became no longer an organized resistence. The Indians knew they were beaten. They ran frantically hither and thither, some throwing d?wn their arms and vainly asking for the quarter that was not gIven them; the whites were bent on ext e rmination of the red men, once and for all. Flying Cloud, wounded by m a n y bulle t s a spectre of a was hemmed in by half a dozen trapp e r s at the apex of a tmy hill. The Great Chief was fighting wi t h s t e m drawn deep over his eyes( and with grinding t ee th, and u ndImmed eyes; the eyes of the great warrior that h e was At his feet lay Star-Eyes Her face w a s a shen. She wa s dying. The tra9k of a bulle t her lung s be seen plainly, as she had torn open h e r tumc and h a d to. staunch the frothy red blood that come rol'n the r mortal II1J ).lry. I". She was just gaspiog h<':r b r e ath whe n Pym.caugltt S Ight of the .fight. He hurri e d to the sc ene. "Star-Eyes," he shouted, "ask for quarter. Surrender." The dying girl raised herself almost to her I feet. Her pale lips spoke. "Never! she cried, and sank back a corpse. Flying Cloud grasped his 'sh' ield with his totem of the great white brant upon it. He whirled it about his head. With a!: the strength of his supple 'body he hurled it at a big trapper. Under the force of the blow the man went down like a bird before the rifle of a hunt e r From the lips of Flying Cl9Ud there rang, clear, a call over the fearful battle fie ld, the splendid war cry of hIS nation. Like a tree that is shivered by the lightning blast in a great storm, he fell forward on his face, across the b ody of Star-Eyes. ; Hold your, fire," cried Pym. "The man that dares strike Flying Cloud againdies like a dog." ,. Pym dashed to the side of the Great Chief. He raised him up. The face of Flying Cloud bore a smile, fearles s and p weet. "He is dead," said Pym, "Gentlemen, there died a great war dor, and if he was not a man, then I never met one." I' Some tlf the party went' to rai s e the man" who lay under the shield of Flying Cloud. H e also was dead. 'What a blow," said Pym. "The last cast of Flying CloU9 sent a white man ahe a d of the Indian down th e road to dusty death All marveled at the wonde rful blow. But/Flying Cloud lay p e aceful in their midst, a red man, who died in defense of his honor. "Carry him to the Fort," Pym ordered. "He has fought a gr e at fight. I will give him and Star-Eyes a Chris tian buria1." * I -, * * I It was a solemn proces"sion that attended the burial from the Fort ne.xt day of the Gre.at Chief, his father Bear-Head, and Star-Eyes. The three Indians were laid together in a grave dug with itt finite toil out of the frozen ground A firing squad from the white men had fir e d a last s alute, as Charl e s Pym and Evelyn s tood by the grave w a tching m e n fill it up. "After all," said Pym, "it is all over. E v er y thing in this world ends this way sooner or later. Eve l yn, whe n we g o may we have as sincere mourners a bdut us as Flying Clo ud and StarEyes have.". .' "It was Flying Cloud s Last Stana," softl y said the girl. As she did so, from the earl y morning s un a s irlgJe b e a m tried to struggle forth and cas t its light o ve r the grave of the de' voted people who had die d for the uplIo ld of th e ir birthright of fr eedom. ;" CONCLUSION. With the battle of Dea4 Man' s C. a1!yon, the great Blackfeet nati on's glory departe.d forev er. The power o f the race was broken It never recove>ed from the less on it had' been given. N e ver again did it rais e it s hands against the white man. Charles !:'yrn, entered the Hudwn's Bay COl11flany s ervi c e as a P o stmaskr in the place of J ohn G ord0 n who decided t o r etire frolTl. active business life, a nd after his m a rriage to Evelyn Gordon, P y m rose high in his cho sen path of life. Often in the.star night s of the great North-V I.'est would Pym and 'his wife speak qf Flying Cloud and the d e v oted Star-Eyes. And in the few lodge s of the BlaclHoot nation left, the story was also told, 'and the women and the m e n s adly he.ard the tale of FLYING CLOUDS L A T STAND OR THE BATTL? O ,F DEAD j
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