Adventure Magazine Cover, August 18, 1921 — page 122: what you’re looking at

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116 title descending by the female line and gen- erally from uncle to nephew. ’Tis quite possible, of course, that Ta-wan-ne-ars will succeed his uncle in due course. Indeed, the fact that he hath been named principal war- chief of the League, with the charge of guarding the Western Door, would almost indicate as much. “He was taken as a youth and given to the missionaries—with the result that you see.” He broke off, for the governor was ad- dressing me. “Have you any objection, Master Or- merod, to my acquainting the chief and Cor- laer with what we have been discussing?” I shook my head. “Very well.” He turned to the Indian. “The letter which you hold in your hand, Ta-wan-ne-ars, is from Master Robert Jug- gins, of London, who was some time in the province when you were a lad.” “YT remember Master Juggins,’’ inter- rupted Ta-wan-ne-ars. ‘He sent me my first musket. Is this Englishman his friend?” “Yes,” said the governor. “He comes direct from Master Juggins, recommended to me for use in the plight I find myself in.” “I will help the Englishman,” agreed Ta-wan-ne-ars eagerly. He smiled at me. “This Englishman is_ honest. kind. If he fights, I will aid him.” “Do you see?” whispered Colden in my ear. ‘You have saved an Indian from ridi- cule. In his estimation that is a greater service than rescue from the stake.” “But you know nothing of the cause I am enlisting you in,’ protested the governor. “That matters little,” said Ta-wan-ne- ars composedly. “If you and this English- man and Colden are in it, it is an honest cause. What say you, Corlaer?” “Tt vill pe goodt enough for me,” declared the Dutchman solemnly. The Governor laughed. “My friends and I do thank you for the compliment you do us, Ta-wan-ne-ars. But I must lay our case before you, for we seek your counsel. Do you know that Andrew Murray is landed today and that he hath secured the consent of the Lords of Trade in London to the suspension of our law against the exporting of trade-goods to Canada?”’ Both the Indian and Corlaer were startled from their customary stoical attitudes. “Yes,”’ continued the governor, ‘Murray He is Adventure landed this morning, together with a French officer, the Chevalier de Veulle, who——”’ He stopped at sight of the passion in the pa face. But ’twas Corlaer who spoke st. “That is fery stranche news, gofenor, for on der frontier there is talk that an enfoy is coming to deliver a message to der tribes at Jagara from der King of France. Joncaire is calling a grandt council to meetd in der Summer. All der Indians from beyondt der Lakes and der West vill come.” “Strange news!’ repeated the governor. ‘“You may well say so! Murray overrides our law; Joincaire sets out to build a stone fort upon our soil at Jagara; the French King sends an officer, experienced on the frontier, with a special message for a grand council of the tribes. “All three events come simultaneously. "Tis impossible that accident so disposed them. Here we have the first indication of the culmination of the plot. Aye, ’tis graver even than I had supposed.”’ Ta-wan-ne-ars laid down the unopened letter from Juggins upon the table. ‘‘Let some other read this,” he said. ‘“‘But it serves no purpose. This Englishman and Ta-wan-ne-ars are brothers. Corlaer, too, will take the Englishman into his friendship —not because he carried this writing across the sea, but because he is a man to be trusted. So much is to be read in his face. And now, Ga-en-gwa-ra-go, I would ask that Ta-wan-ne-ars may retire. What you have told me has clouded my heart with hatred, and I may not think straight.” His right arm swept up in the gesture of farewell, and the door closed upon his bronzed back. C2 so?” inquired the governor in sur- prize. “Idt was this de Veulle who ran away with der dotter of his uncle, Do-i:e-ho-ga- weh,”’ replied Corlaer, stirred again from his habitual silence. “Tremember,” interposed Colden. “’T'was some four years ago. I remember having seen the maid at a council at Albany. She was called Ga-ha-no,* a pretty child and wondrous dainty for an Indian.” Corlaer seemed to ponder momentarily. “T haf been many years with der Indians, gofenor; but nefer didt I see redt people lofe * Hanging Flower. “WHAT hath happened to irk him COmiclbook CO