Adventure Magazine Cover, October 10, 1921 — page 143: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

The Doom Trail protested Marjory, wiping her eyes. “But, oh, see who comes!” , WE FOLLOWED her pointing finger; and there, striding between “ais the ordered house-fronts of Pearl Street, exactly as I had seen him the first time we met, came Ta-wan-ne-ars, the eagle’s feather slanting from his scalp-lock, the wolf’s head of his clan insignia painted on his naked chest. His grave face was smiling. His right arm was raised in salute. 7 “Qua, Ga-en-gwa-ra-go! Ta-wan-ne-ars greets you.” “You are just arrived?” I asked. “This hour landed, brother, from the river-sloop.”’ “Have you any frontier news?” ques- tioned the governor, alert as always for tidings of his distant dominions. “Only news of peace. The frontier is quiet. The Doom Trail is closed. Do-ne- ho-ga-weh and To-do-da-ho say to Ga-en- gwa-ra-go that the French have forgotten the threats they made. The Covenant Chain was too strong for them, and so long as the English and the People of the Long House keep their hands clasped the peace will endure.” “T told the French that the People of the Long House had the right to destroy a force which assailed their interests,’’ responded the governor. “And his Majesty my King sent word to the French King that my words were straight.”’ ‘“‘Ga-en-gwa-ra-go is a friend to the Great League,” rejoined the Seneca. “His fame as a truth-teller and a covenant-keeper has gone broadcast. The far tribes are travel- ing to Albany to offer their allegiance and friendship to him. The fur-trade is once more under control of the English and the Long House.” ‘“‘We have waited long for you to visit us, brother,” I said. “Now that you have come we shall make you stay many moons.” His smile became sad. “Tt can not be. Ta-wan-ne-ars comes to say good-by.” ““Good-by?” “Ves, brother. Have you forgotten the search for my Lost Soul?” “But she is dead!” “She is.with Ata-ent-sic.”’ “What is this that you speak of?” de- manded the governor. Qua, friends! 4 133 And we told him the story of Ga-ha-no, while the sunshine mottled the dust of Pearl Street and the life of the little town droned sleepily under the trees. Master Burnet drew a deep breath when the tale was finished. “You really believe you may find this Land of Lost Souls out there—” he mo- tioned over the scattered house-tops toward Hudson’s River—“‘beyond the setting sun?” “The ancient tales of my people say that I may,” replied Ta-wan-ne-ars. ‘And why not?” returned the governor. “God alone—and I say it with all fitting reverence—knows what lies beyond the wilderness country. “Go, Ta-wan-ne-ars. Seek your Lost Soul. Even if you do not find the shadow land of Ata-ent-sic, you may find wonders that your people and mine have never dreamed of.” “Ves,” said the Seneca. ‘“Ta-wan-ne- ars will go. What is life but a search? Some men seek scalps. Some men seek beaver-pelts. Some men seek honors as leaders and orators. Some men seek truth. ‘‘Ta-wan-ne-ars seeks his Lost Soul. He has no fear. He will go through Da-ye-da- do-go-war, the Great Home of the Winds, where Ga-oh, the Wind Spirit, dwells. He will go through Ha-nis-ha-o-no-geh, the Dwelling-Place of the Evil-Minded. He will go to the world’s end if the Great Spirit will but guide his footsteps.”’ “Oh, I pray that you may find what you seek,” cried Marjory, the tears in her eyes again. “But sure, you will stay with us a little while?” “T will go at once, Sister Ne-e-ar-go-ye’’— he called her the Bear in memory of her ex- ploit in rescuing us from the False Faces— ‘now that I have seen my white friends.” “Stay with us a while,’’ she pleaded. ‘You would not ask me if you knew how my heart hungered for her whom I have lost,”’ he answered. “Then go,” said Majory quickly. “And God bless you.” “‘Hi-ne-a-weh,' O,my sister. It is time. I have been delayed overlong. There were many things for Ta-wan-ne-ars to do be- fore he could go. The affairs of the Long House required attention. The guard of the Western Door must be secured. But from this day I shall turn my face to the setting sun, and the hunger in my heart will 1 I thank you. NOOK C@