United States or Mali ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


The Indian, undisturbed, went on: "You not like father; you not speak Injin like he be slave-man; Injin free!" and he said it proudly, for the redskins looked down upon the negroes because they were the slaves of the colonists. "Hawknose no like Jonas Harding; he own your land; he buy it from Great Father of York and he buy it from Injin.

All land Injin's once," he added, with a cloud upon his face. "Injin come with Hawknose to measure land; white man bring little thing to measure it; Jonas Harding throw Hawknose in creek and more white men beat him. White man, like Injin, feel he squaw when beat. Hawknose mad; tell Injin he kill Jonas Harding; drive you from land."

"Hawknose there," said the Indian, gravely. "Crow Wing see him running. Pass him so," with a gesture which led Enoch to believe that the running Halpen had crossed the Indian's path within a few feet. "He no see Crow Wing. He run fast look back over shoulder. And blood blood on shirt blood on hands blood on gun! Go wash 'em in river. Then run more."

"I know, Crow Wing. I believe what you tell me. I see no other explanation of the affair. Give me those hoofs, Crow Wing." "Harding keep them till he punish Hawknose?" queried the Indian. "Yes." The young brave pulled his belt tighter and prepared to depart. "Hawknose never Crow Wing's brother," he said. "Harding been brother. But now the hatchet will be dug up.

"Now Harding know? See moose hoofs. Crow Wing know where moose killed see moose killed. Hawknose kill much that winter; Hawknose hunt with Injins up north; then come back to crick. Harding 'member what Crow Wing tell him when trapping on Otter Crick? See Hawknose running; blood on clothes; blood on hands and on gun. Now Harding know how father be killed." Enoch's eyes blazed with wrath.

"Hawknose come here once more what you do?" Crow Wing asked, when the pipe was finished. "Simon Halpen is my enemy. If you have an enemy what do you do?" returned Enoch, with some emotion. The Indian nodded. "Hawknose, Jonas Harding's enemy. No deer kill Jonas Harding. Hawknose yonder then," and he waved his hand toward the deer-lick at which the dead settler had been found three years before.

"You saw him running away from the lick?" gasped Enoch. "But there were no footprints but father's near the place. Only the hoof prints of the big buck." "Umph! Crow Wing no see big deer; no hear 'um. But see Hawknose run," said the Indian significantly. "But I can't understand how Halpen could have killed him, Crow Wing.

'Siah Bolderwood found him," Enoch sadly admitted. "Then we look see how Hawknose kill him." "But Crow Wing, it was four years ago " The Indian stopped him with a gesture of disdain. "Does my brother think we look for trail? No, no! The white man not find trail?" "Of course not. There were only marks of the buck's hoofs." Crow Wing pointed to the spoor of the dead buck made the night before.

By patient questioning Enoch learned that Halpen had lived for months at a time with the tribe, but that he was not an adopted member of it, and was not altogether trusted by Crow Wing's people. "When burn cabin, old chief my father be told. Injins friends with Bennin'ton men; friends with York men, too. But Hawknose," the Indian's sobriquet for Simon Halpen, "sent away. He never come back."

This brand of Turk used to be made of a tobacco grown on a slope above Salonica. A strip of sun-baked soil built up a reputation which is now being bartered for filthy lucre by the use of Egyptian 'fillings." "You're a connoisseur, Mr. Hawknose try these," said Hart, proffering a case, from which the detective drew a cigarette, throwing the other one aside. "Why 'Hawknose'?" he inquired.