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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
UNFALTERINGLY THE YOUNG BRAVE DRANK
Great Spirit in the glory of the closing day.
When the last dim rays had faded and they turned upon the homeward trail, before them, glowering darkly, loomed the figure of the chief, father of White Arrow, the foe of Shooting Star — and the wise men of the tribe.
For a moment there was silence. Not a figure moved or spoke. Then Big Chief, with a sharp and stern command, ordered the dread punishment to be inflicted upon young Shooting Star.
As the Medicine Man came forward White Arrow's courage died within her. Well she knew the deadly power of the potion he was bringing; well she knew that he whose lips it touched fell into a death-like slumber, never more to be awakened save by that same magic potion. Earnestly she pleaded with her father, begged the life of Shooting Star; but the Big Chief knew no pity.
There upon the rocky ledge the penalty was paid in full. Unfalteringly the young brave drank, and
with one last lingering look at the lovely Indian maiden, sank, unconscious, to the ground. Swiftly then the rigid form was lowered into a great hole in the rock, and the story of the love of White Arrow and Shooting Star was ended.
A hundred years and more passed by. White men came to see the river, drove the Indians from their forests, felling trees and building castles, killing buffalo and bison, frightening all the little creatures, so the few that dared remain there of the squirrels and their comrades were not half as brave and chatty as their grandfathers had been.
The learned Professor was showing a party of friends the charms of the island he had purchased, when, suddenly, he stopped before a great weather-beaten rock with a curious* fissure thru it. Down on his hands and knees he went and began to dig up layer after layer of twigs and leaves and earth, and twigs and leaves and earth again, until he nearly de