Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 95: what you’re looking at

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tA Eel » ( THE QUEEN OF THB KANAWHA. 99 He wasa creat warrior: his arm was strong—his feet swift on the trail. : told his brothers that he would return before the spirit-lights a) died. He did not come. His brothers sought for him. By © bunks of the Scioto they found him, but the hatchet of a foe had taken the life of the Little Crow.” = Then the chief knelt by the side of the body and examined the Wound im the head; the clotted blood marked the spot. The head of the chief had been split open by u single blow; and that deait by a giant’s hand. The wound had apparently been made Dy & tomahawk, and, as the chief guessed, the dead man had been aitacked suddenly, and from the rear. “Did my warriors find no trail of the enemy who took the life of their brother?’ asked the chief, still keeping his position by the body, and with a puzzled look upon his face. “Wah ! the Shawnee braves have eyes—they are not blind, like Owls in the light. When they found the Little Crow dead, they looked for the track of the foe. Tuey found footprints by the body, - but the trail came from nowhere and went nowhere.” “ And the footprints—Indian or pale-face ?”’ E * Pale-face, but the moccasin of the red-man,” answered the brave. The brow of the chief grew dark. A white foe so near the village of the Shawnee and so daring as to attack and kill one of the best war- riors of the tribe, apparently without astruggle must needs be looked “My braves must hunt down the pale-face that wears the mocca- 2 Sin of the Indian and uses the tomahawk,”’ said the chief, gravely. Then Ke-ne-ha-la drew aside the blanket that was wrapped around the body of the dead brave. A ery of borror broke from the lips of the great chief, and was reéchoed by the surrounding Indians when they eazed upon the naked breast of the dead warrior. * The totem of the Wolf Demon!’ exclaimed the chief. The circle of Indians gazed upon the mysterious mark in silent consternation. Their staring eyes and fear-stricken countenances showed plainly how deeply they were interested. And what was the totem of the Wolf Demon? On the naked breast of the brawny dead chief were three slashes, = @pparently made by a knife, thus: ‘ And the blood, congealing on the skin, formed a Red Arrow. = It was the totem of the Wolf Demon—themmvisible and fatal ‘ » Scourve of the creat Shawnee nation, Thus he marked his victims, The ebief arose with a troubled look upon his hanghty faee. “Let my people sing the death-song, for a brave warrior hos gone to the Spirit-land. Ke-ne-ha-ba will seek the council of the Great mS Sfedicine Man, so that he may learn how to fight the Wolf De- | Mon, «ho has stricken unto death the great braves of the Shawnee "Ration, and put the totem of the Red Arrow upon their breasts.” = Sorrowful the warriors obeyed the wordsof the chief, and soon the sound of lamentation wailed out loud on the air, which, but a _ moment before, had resounded with the glad shouts of triumph. oa ° Comichooks.com oe 4 ee - Sy : - a