The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 276, Ed. 1 Monday, June 22, 1914 Page: 2 of 4
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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
ILLUSTRATED^- D. J.LAVIN
cofiy/f/cnr a. csf?cm/?g & co., /j/j
A Messenger From the North.
j itood alone on the banks of *
■mill dream gating down Into the
clear water, my thought centering
upon the Journey homeward, when the
buahea oppoaite parted, and a man
atood on the bank srarcely a dozen
atepg away, with only the stream be-
tween us It was time and place for
caution, for suspicion of strangers, and
my rlfie came forward In Instant readi-
ness. my heart throbbing with star-
tled surprise. He held up both hands,
his own weapon resting on the ground
"Not so careless, boy," he called
•cross cheerfully. "There Is no war,
•o far aa I know, between white men."
His easy tone, as well as his words,
Jarred on me, yet I lowered the rifle.
"I am no boy," I retorted, "as yon
may discover before we are through
"Not Well by my eyesight you look
It, although in faith you are surely big
enough for a grown man. Yours Is
the Urst white face I'ye seen since 1
left the Shawuee towns—a weary Jour-
'The Shawnee towns!" I echoed,
■taring at hiin In fresh wonderment.
"You corns from beyond? From the
He stroked his beard.
"A longer Journey than that eyen,"
he acknowledged slowly. "1 am frara
B*nduaky, by way of Vlncennes."
"The Indians who were with me re-
mained at Shawnee; they lost heart-
Blnce then I hare been by myself."
"Come over," I said shortly, "where
wo can converse more easily."
He stepped into the cool water un-
hesitatingly, and waded across, a small
pack at his back, and a long rifle
across his shoulder. There was a
reckless audacity about the fellow I
could not fall to observe, and, h he
scrambled up the rather steep bank, 1
had a glimpse of a face far from my
liking. However, ours was a rough
life in those days, accustoming us to
strange acquaintances, so 1 waited,
my rifle In my hand, determined to
know more of (his wanderer. He was
% man of middle age, with gray hairs
a plenty, aud scrnggly beard, an
active body, of good girth, and a
dark face, deeply seamed, having
an ugly scar adown his right
cheek, seemingly from Its white center
the slash of a knife. The eyes, gleam-
ing beneath the brim of his lint, were
furtive, uncanny, black as to color, and
bold enough in the sneaking way of a
tiger cat. Heyond these things there
whs little distinctive about the man.
his dress merely that of th'e back
woods—fringed hunting shirt and leg-
r t t
friend, If the message be «o Important,
Hamilton did not dispatch an officer?"
"He bad no choice. None volunteer-
ed for the task, and I was the selec-
tion of the trlbea. Ycu question me as
though you were Harmar himself;
and more, you have the look of It.
You're not a woodsman, you say; then
I make a guess—you're a soldier."
"I am," I returned quietly, "an en-
sign In the regular aervlce."
"Joseph Hayward of Fort Harmar.
"The gods be praised! Now Is the
way made clear. You were traveling
"I am to be there tomorrow."
"In ample time for my purpose. i
recall your name, Master Hayward, as
spoken by the Delaware!. You were
at Chllllcothe last spring?"
"I attended the,council."
"The very man, and now you can
serve me well. If I may Journey with
"I am not overly fond of white men
who turn Indian." I said coldly. "How-
ever I'll see you safe to the fort gates
If you play no forest tricks on the
way. And now you might tell me who
It Is I am to companion with."
He grinned, showing his teeth, and
my eyes noted how firmly lie held his
"A piedge Is a pledge, Master Hay-
ward." he answered, insolently. "1 am
called Simon Glrty."
I Involuntarily took a step back-
ward, staring Into the man's face.
7 hat he was a renegade of some sort,
I had realized from the first, yet it
had never once occurred to me that he
could be that bloody scoundrel, Glrty.
There flashed across my mind the
stories I had heard of his atrocities:
his leadership of Indians in midnight
forays; his malignant cruelty; the
heartlessness with which he watched
victims burning at (he stake; his out-
rages on helpless women and children;
the fiendish acts of savagery with
which his brutal name was connected
along tiie border. And this was the
tnan this cowardly-eyed dastard, who
stood there grinning Into my face, evi-
dently amused at my undisguised ex-
pression of horror. Protect, und guide
him! My first inclination was to strike
the man down In his tracks, kill him
as I would a venomous snake. He
reaji all this In my eyes, In the stiffen-
ing of my muscles.
"No, no, Master Hayward," he sneer-
ed, bringing his rifle forward, "don't
let the namo frighten you. The half
you've heard of me are lies. I'm not
so bad when all Is told, and there is
more than one bordernian who can re-
call my mercy. Kenton escaped the
"Let Go of the Gun Barrel, You Young
glngs of leather, dirty and soiled by
long use, yet exhibiting a bit of fop-
pery In decoration which made me re-
call the French voyageurs of the
north and their gay ribbons. At his
belt dangled hunting knife and toma-
hawk, but these, with the rifle, con-
stituted his whole display of weapons.
Kven before he had obtained the level
on which I stood I had conceived a dis-
like for the fellow, a desire to have
done with further acquaintanceship.
With feet planted firmly on the edge
of the grass he scanned nie from head
to foot with unwinking eyes, that
sought vainly to smile.
"You are surely p. big fellow," he
said at last. "Some hand at rough and
tumble, I make bold to guess. Let
us have frankness between us I come
from the north on a mission of peace,
the representative of the tribes, and
of Hamilton All I ask is fair speech,
"You represent Hamilton, you say?"
"Aye, though I expect little will
come from it. I would have word with
St. Clair and Harmar. Know you
"Both, passing well. St. Clair is up
the river—or wan three days since—
but General Harmar represents him at
the settlement How happens It, my
stake through me, and there are white
women and children awaiting ransom
In Detroit because I Interceded for
them. Now I play fair, above board-
see?" and he dropped hlB gun on the
grass, and held out his empty hands.
"It Is easy to kill me, yet you will not
—you are a soldier."
I stood Irresolute, hesitating, half
tempted still to come to blows, yet his
act disarmed me. Ueast though he
might be I could not kill him in cold
blood; I was no murderer, yet It was
a struggle to resist.
"Now liiften, Simon Girty," I man-
aged to Bay, at last. "There is no
friendship between us, now nor at any
time. 1 hold you a murderous rene-
gade, a white savage, to be shown less
mercy than an Indian dog. Hut I leave
others to deal with you as you de-
serve. As you say, I ain a soldier, and
will act like one. I have pledged you
my word of guidance to Fort Harmar.
I will keep the pledge to the letter, but
no more. Beyond the gate you pro-
ceed at your own risk, for I lift no
hand to protect you from Just ven-
geanca I despise you too much to
fear you. Pick up your rifle. That is
all: now we will break our fast, and
Convinced as I was that Oirty actu-
ally desired to reach the fort, although
somewhat skeptical as to his purpose,
I felt no fear of treachery. I was of too
great value to the fellow to warrant
an attack; so, without hesitation, I
led the way, permitting him to follow
or not, aa he pleased. I had it in my
mind to question him, but. refrained.
What wouid be the use? The fellow
would only lie, in all probability, and
one word would lead to another. He
would have to be explicit enough once
he confronted Harmar, and my duty
merely consisted In delivering him
safely at t^ie gates of the fort.
It was noon when wo came to the
clearings, littered with stumps, but
yielding view of the distant river, and
the scattered log houses of Marietta.
Men were at work In the fields, but I
avoided these as much as possible, al-
though they paused In their labor and
stared suspiciously at ub as we ad-
vanced. However I was well known,
my size making me notable, and as
our course was toward the town, no
one objected to our progress. There
was no recognition of the man, who
clung close to my heels, and I wasted
no time in getting past, eager to be
well rid of him.
In truth I felt little hope of getting
through thus easily. The fellow was
too widely known not to be recognized
by some one. These men of the fields
were settlers, newly arrived mostly,
and slightly acquainted as yet with
border history, but there would be idle
hunters In the village, backwoodsmen
from across the river, men who had
ranged tho northern forests, and to
whom the name of Glrty meant much
Let one of these look upon the man
and his life would scarce be worth
the snap of a finger. Not that I cared
except as his safe passage involved my
"Come along," I said harshly,
would be done with you."
We advanced up the road to where
tho fort gates stood open, a single
sentry standing motionless between
the posts. As we drew near, a group
of hunters—a half dozen maybe—sud
denly emerged, their long rifles trail-
ing. on their way to the valley,
recognized the man in advance as tho
Kentuckian Brady, frontiersman and
Indian lighter, and recognizing me he
"Ah, back again, Master Hayward,"
he exclaimed good humoredly. But
what Is it you have here? No settler
of this valley, to my remembrance.
He stared at my companion, shading
his eyes with one hand, his face losing
its look of cheerfulness.
"Indian trappings—hey!" he ei
claimed. "Some northwest renegade
Stop! I've seen that face before!"
His rifle came forward swiftly, as the
truth burst upon him. "Curse you.
you're Simon Glrty!"
I gripped the barrel of bis gun,
pressing my way between him and the
"Whatever his name," I said sternly,
"this 1b not your adair. The fellow
comes with message from Hamilton,
and has my pledge of safe guidance.
Stand back now, and let us pass!"
'I'll not stand back," he said wres-
tling to break my grip on his
rifle. "Not to let that devil go
free. Let go of the gun bar-
rel, you young fool! I'm not one of
your Boldiers. Here Potter, Evans, do
you hear? That Is the bloody villain
They had hold of me Instantly hurl-
ing me back in spite of my struggling.
I saw the renegade throw forward his
rifle, and shouted to him.
"Don't do that, you fool—run!"
Even as I cried out the order I
leaped forward, seeking to get grip on
Brady, hurling the others aside with
a sweep of my arms. There was an
Instant of fierce fighting, of blows,
curses, threats. I lunged over the
rifle barrel, and got grip on Brady's
beard, only to be hauled back by a
dozen bands, and flung to my knees.
"Sentry! Call the gifard!"
I got the words out somehow, boring
my way forth from under the huddle
of forms. There was a rush of feet,
the shouting of an order, the shock
of contact, and then I stood alone,
wiping the perspiration from my eyes.
With General Harmar.
"That will do, sergeant," I called
out, the moment I could gain breath
"Here now, don't hit that man! Sur-
round this fellow and take him inside
the stockade. Never mind me; I'll
take care of myself."
The little squad tramped ofT, Glrty
In their midst, his head turned back
over his shoulder watchfully. I step-
pe# forward fronting Brady, and held
out my hand.
"Sorry this happened," I said sober-
ly, "but I promised to bring the man
to the fort, and I had to defend him."
"He's a bloody savage!" he retorted,
with an oath, and making no respon-
sive movement; "he's worse than any
Injun on the border."
"I know all that. Brady. I despise
the fellow as much as any of you, al-
though I may not have suffered
through his acts as some of you have.
But he is here in peace, not war. To
injure him now might cost hundreds
of lives. Let him give his message to
General Harmar; after that we shall
know how to deal with the skunk. At
least da not hold this against me; I
only did my duty."
Brady loosened his grip on his gun,
and took my band.
"I understand that, boy," he said,
not unkindly. "Your fighting was
square enough, and no harm done. I
like the way you went at it, but I
reckon you don't quite sense how wa
old Kentuckians feel about renegades
o' that stripe. 'Taint natural you
should, for there ain't been no Injun
war to amount to anything since you
come to this country. But I'va seen
that greasy 'devil* in paint an' feath-
ers; so has Evans here, an' these yer
young fellows know some of the dirt
he's done. He's led war parties
against us, an' killed our neighbors.
That skunk stood by an' let 'em burn
ol' man Roddy at the stake, an' never
raised a hand It's a hellish fact, true,
sir! An' he only laughed at Kenton
when the redskins made him run the
gauntlet. The ugly cur ought to be
"I've heard all that," I replied whon
be stopped, his eyes blazing angrily.
"But two wrongs never made a right,
men. He came here voluntarily as a
messenger. The tribes are In council
at Sandusky and sent him. That Is
why I stood In his defense against you.
We must learn what word he brings
If he were killed on such a mission
every Indian In the northwest would
feel called upon to avenge his death.
It would mean raids and warfare the
whole length of the uiiioj U would
mean the murder of women and chil-
dren; the burning of homes, and all
the horrors of Indian warfare for years
to come. There is only a fringe of
white settlers on this side of the
river, Brady, and a mere handful of
soldiers to defend them. We cannot
afford to have war, we are not ready.
Ready? rot! I am for going In now,
an finishing the Job. This new gov-
ernment policy of strokln' those devils
on the back, makes me sick. That ain't
the way we cleaned up Kentucky."
Easier said than done, Brady. ThlB
ifirt t Kentucky, and the conditions are
different. Those were hunters and
backwoodsmen who took possession of
that laud to the south. They came
alone, on foot, rifle In hand, fighting
men every one. That was their trade.
These settlers who have come in
north of the Ohio are of a different
breed; they have brought wlVes and
children with them, and have come to
till the land. They are not hunters
and woodsmen; half of them never
even saw an Indian. They would be
as helpless as babes on a war trail.
St. Clair and Harmar are doing the
Dest they can under such conditions.
They have got to compromise; they
don't dare provoke war. The In-
dians and the British know this Is
true; Girty knows It, or he never
would have ventured to come in here
what is it, Faulkner?"
The sergeant, a Bhort, stocky fellow
"The compliments of General Har-
mar, sir, and would you come to his
"Very well, sergeant, as soon as I
can slip out of these hunting clothes.
Am I right, Brady?"
"Maybe so," he admitted reluctant-
ly, "but that ain't my style o' handling
Injuns. I reckon we'll hang 'round
boys, till we see what's comln'
out o' this yer message bearin'. I'd
sure like to be in any fracas whar I
could get a slam at that hound o' hell."
It required but a few moments for
me to shift my hunting suit for a suit-
able uniform, and this accomplished, 1
hurried across the parade to the office.
The orderly admitted me at once. Gen-
eral Harmar was alone, sitting beside
a small writing table, and began ques-
tioning me the Instant I appeared.
"Close the door, Mr. Hayward. Now,
sir, what is It that just happened out-
side the gate? Fighting with some of
my scouts, I understand, over a fel-
low you brought in with you? I pre-
sume there was some cause for this
"There was, General Harmar," I r
plied, standing cap in hand.
He leaned back in his chair, drum-
ming with one hand on the table, hl«
stern eyes on my face.
"Then make your report, sir."
I went over the events of the past
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"Do you think he will?"
"Nope. That boy will never con-
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Always Doing It.
"Gill is a great one for never losing
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Patrice—Why, he's been mixed up in
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"Then Make Your Report, Sir."
few hours rapidly, but clearly, and
there was no Interruption until I ceaa
ed to speak.
"Who did you say the man was?"
"Simon Girty, sir. That was thi
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"Not a word, sir, except that he rep
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