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About The Ione independent. (Ione, Or.) 1916-19?? | View Entire Issue (March 13, 1931)
The Plains of Abraham By James Oliver Curwood by Doubled? Doran Co IhO, WNXJ Service. f f4..fr4.4-H-4-H-t-l-H-M"4"H--f4 THE STORY With hit Enitllsh wife, Cather Ine, and ion, Jeems, Henry Bu lain, French settler in Canada In 1741. cultivate a farm adjacent to the Tonteur aelgneurie. Aa the itory opena the Bulaina nr re turning from a visit to the Ton teura. Catherlne'a wandering brother, Ilepslbah, meeta them with presents for the family. To Jeems h arives a pistol, bidding him perfect himself in marksman ship. Ilepslbah fears for the safety of tha Bulalns In their isolated position. Jeems fights with Paul Tache, cousin of Tol nette Tonteur, whom they both adore. Kelt day Jeema calls at tha Tonteur home and apologises for brawling In front of Tolnette, The Tonteurs so to Quebec. Four years pass. War between Brit ain and France flames. Jeems re turns from a hunt to find his home burned and hit father and mother slain. CHAPTER V Continued 10 As softly as the light, without a ob or cry, Jeems knelt beside hlra. He ipoke his father's name, yet knew that no answer would rise from the lifeless lips. Fie repeated It in an unexcltable way as his hands clutched at the silent form. The starlight left nothing nnrevealed; his father dead, his white Hps twisted, his hands clenched at his side, the top of his head naked and bleeding from the scalping knife, Jeems slr-mr. down. He may have spoken again. lie may hare sobbed. But the thine like death that was creeping over him. Its dark ness and vastness, hid him from him self. He remained beside his father, as motionless and as still. Odd crouched near. After a little, an Inch at a time, he crept to the dead man. He muzzled the hands that were grow ing cold, ne licked Jeems' face where It had fallen against his father's shoul der. Then he was motionless again, his eyes seeking about him like balls of living flame. Death was In the air. He was breathing It He was hear ing It. At last, irresistibly Cupelled to answer the spirit of death, he sat back on his haunches and howled. It was not Odd s howl any more than It had been Jeems voice speaking to his father a few moments before. It was a ghostly sound that seemed to quiet even the whispering of the leaves, an unearthly and shivering cry that sent echoes over the clearing, with grief for company. It was this which brought Jeems out of the depths Into which he had fallen. He raised his head and saw his father nsaln, and swayed to his feet.- He be pan seeking. Cloe by, nenr the pile of apples which fhe had helped him gather from under their trees on the slope, he found his mother. She, too, lay with her face to the sky. The little that was left of her unbound hair lay scattered on the earth. Her gloriou-t beauty was gone. Starlight, caress ing her gently, revealed to her boy the hldeousness of her end. There, over her body, Jeems' heart broke. Odd guarded faithfully, listening to a grief that twisted at his brute soul. Then fell greater silence. Through long hours the burning logs settled down Into flattened masses of dying em bers. The darkness came which pre cedes the day, and after that, dawn. Jeems rose to face his blasted world. He was no longer a youth but a living thing aged hjf an eternity that hod passed. It was Odd who led him lu the quest for Ilepslbah Adams. He sought l'k one half blind and yet sensed everything. II saw the tram pled gra the moccasin-beaten earth at tt "?rlng, a hatchet lost In the Digit. n4 on the hatchet an English naraii Wt he did not find his uncle. I the ixme gray dawn, stirring with the fir-,? of birds and the play of sqttrrk eraong the trees, he set out for Vor'ear manor. He ctrled the hatchet, clutching It as If the wood his fingers gripped held Ufa which might escape him. lie cauna of this hatchet there grew In him a "low and terrible thought that had the strength of a chain. The weapon, with its short hickory handle, Its worn Iron blade, Its battered head, might have been flesh mid blood cap able of receiving pain or of giving up a secret, so tenacious was the hold of his bund about it. Hut he did not see the iron or wood. He mw only tha name which told him that the Kngllsh had come with their Indians, or had sent them, as his uncle bad so often said they would. The English. Not the French. The English. And he' held' the hatchet as If It were an English throat. But he was not thinking that. The part of him conscious of the net was working unknown to the rucullles which made him move and see. IIU thoughts were Imprisoned within tone walls, and around these walls thoy beat idd trampled themxclveA, al ways) alllr, telling hlra the name things, until their repetition became droning In his bruin. Ills mother was dead -back there. Ills father was dead. Indians with English hatchets had killed them, and ho must carry the word to Tonteur. Thought which had been wrecked and beaten until now possessed him with a flame behind it that began to burn fiercely but which seemed to give no heat or excitement to his flesh. Only his eyes changed, until they were those of a savage, flinty in their hard ness and without depth In which one might read his emotions. His face was white and passionless, with lines caught and etched upon It as If In bloodless stone. He looked at the hatchet again, and Odd heard the gasp which came from his lips. The hatchet was a voice telling him things and gloating In the story it had to telu It made him think more clearly and pressed on him an urge for cau tion. As he drew nearer to Tonteau manor, the Instincts of self-preservation awoke In him. They did not make hlra leave the open trail or travel less swiftly, but his senses be came keener, and unconsciously he be gan to prepare himself for the physical act of vengeance. To reach Tonteur was the first ob ligation In the performance of this act. Tonteur still had a few men who had not gone with Pieskau, and as Jeems recalled the firing of guns, a picture painted Itself before his eyes. The murderers of his father and mother had swung eastward from For bidden valley, and the seigneur, warned by Hepslbah's fire, hod met them with loaded muskets. He had faith In Ton- It Made Him Think More Clearly and Pressed on Him an Urge for Caution. teur and did not question what had happened In the bottom lands. Before this no doubt had crossed his mind as to Hepslbah's fate. The English hatchets had caught him, somewhere, or he would have come during the long night when he and Odd had watched alone with death. But now a forlorn and scarcely living hope be gan to rise In his breast as he came to Tonteur's hill an unreasoning thought that something might have driven his Uncle Hepsibuh to the Richelieu, a hope that, after lighting his signal fire, he had hurried to the manor with the expectation of finding his people there. Ills father must have seen llep.sibnh's warning across Forbidden valley, and had waited, di-lHievlrig, while death traveh-d with the shade of night through the lowlands. He might see Ilepslbah, In a mo ment, coming over the li ill. . . . Ilepslbah, and the baron, and men with gum. . . . Even Odd seemed to be expecting this as they sped through the last oak open and climbed the chestnut ridge. Beyond were the thick edging of crim son sumac, a path breaking through If, and the knob of the hill where they had always paused to gaze over the wonderland which had been given by the king of France to the stalwart vassal Tonteur. Jeems emerged at this point, and the spark which had grown In his breast was engulfed by sudden black ness. There was no longer a Tonteur manor. There were no buildings but one. The great manor house was gone. The loopholed church wa's gone. The farmers' cottages beyond the meadows and fields were gone. All that remained was the stone gristmill, with the big wind wheel turning slowly at the top of it and making a whining sound that came to him faintly through the distance. Jeems, looking down, saw In the drifting veil of smoke a shroud that covered death. For the first time he forgot bis father and mother. He thought of some one be bad known and loved a long time ago. Tolnette. As he had stood at the edge of the Many Theories About There are various theories regard ing the origin of the design of our national flag, and most historians do not consider the Betsy Boss legend as trustworthy. It Is true that Washing ton's family coatof-nrms contained both stars and stripes, but these hud been used In other flags before 1776. The Grand Union flag, the first to float over the navy, consisted of 13 stripes, alternately red and while, with a union bearing the crosses of St. George and St. Andrew, signifying the mother country. Some hlstorluns believe that the stripes were taken from the flag and the stars from the colonial banner of Uhode Island. Others maintain that the idea of tha Dug came from Big forest sWwtng for a figure that might have been his mother's, he now quested for one that might be Tol nettc's. But the same hope was not In his breast, nor the same fear. Cer tainty had takeu their place. Tolnette was dead, despoiled of her beauty and her life as his mother had been. A fury triumphed over him that was as possessive In Its effect as the color which blazed about hint in the crim son bush. It had been growing In him since the moment he knelt at his fa-4 ther's side; It had strained at the bounds of his grief when he found hit mother; It had filled him with mad ness, still unformed In his brain, when he covered their faces In the early dawn. Now he knew why he gripped the English hatchet so tightly. He wanted to kill. His eyes turned from the smoke-filled valley of the Klehe lleu to the south where Champlaln lay gleaming In the sun miles away, and the hand which held the hatchet trem bled In Its new-born yearning for the life blood of a people whom he hated from this day and hour. He was vaguely conscious of the whine of the mill wheel as be went down Into the valley. He did not feel fear or the necessity for concealing his movement, for death would not trouble Itself to return to a desolation so complete. But the wheel, as he drew nearer, touched the stillness with a note which seemed to ride with strange Insistence over the soli tude, as If calling to some one. It be came less a thing of Iron and wood that was crying In Its hunger for oil, and more a voice which demanded his attention. It seemed to him thnt sud denly he caught what It was saying: "the English beast the little English beast" repeating those words until they became a rhythm without a break In their monotony except when a cap ful of wind set the wheel going faster. It was as If a thought In his brain bad been stolen from him. And what It expressed was true. He was the English beast, coming as Madame Ton teur had predicted. Tolnette had been right Fiends with white skins, who were of his blood, had sent their hatchet killers to prove It. And like a lone ghost he was left to see It all. The mill wheel knew and, even In mo ments of quiet, seemed to possess the power to tell him so. With stubborn fortitude he faced the gehenna through which he knew he must rass before he could turn south to find his vengeance with Meskau. Tolnette belonged to him now as much as his mother, and It was for her he began to search. In a ditch which had run almost under the eaves of the loopholed church, he stumbled on a body. It had fallen among tall grass and weeds and had remained hidden there. It wore a Mohawk war tuft, and In one of Its stiffened hands was another English hatchet like the one Jeems had. A scalp was at the warrior's belt, and for a moment Jeems turned sick. It was a young girl's scalp, days old. As he advanced, he could see there had been an alarm and a little fight ing. There was old Jean de Lauzon, the cure, doubled up like a JackVnlfe, half dressed and with a battered old flintlock under him. He had fired the gun and was running for the for tressed church when a bullet had caught him between his thin shoulder blades. Jeems stood over him long enough to make notes of these things. He .saw several more dark blotches on the ground quite near to where the thlrk oaken door to the church had been. There were Juchereuu and Louis Ilcbert, both well nlong In years, and not far from them were their wives. Baudot was a fifth. He had been a slow-witted lad, and now he looked like a clown who had died with a grin on bis face. These people bad lived nearest to the church. The others had been too far away to an swer the alarm quickly, but the result had been the same. Some had come to meet their death. Others had waited for It. Between this group and the smol derlng pile that had been the manor, a lone figure lay on the ground. Jeems went to It slowly. The sprawled out form was Tonteur. Unlike the others, the baron was fully dressed. He undoubtedly had been annul when he rushed forth from the boose, but nothing was left In his hands but the clods of earth which he had seized In a 'final agony. A cry broke from Jeems. He had loved Tonteur. The seigneur had been the one connecting link between his older years and the dreams of his childhood, ard it was because of him that he had never quite seemed to lose Tolnette. He crossed the dead man's hands upon his breast and loosened the earth from his fin gers. . 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