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PAGE TWO Song Os Wananook BY WILBORME HARRELL —— I —— I II WHAT HAS HAPPENED 'When .Sir Richard Grenville sailed his ship into .the Waters of the Albe marle Sound and the Chowan River, he was met with the implacable hatred of Wananook, a Chowanoke Indian brave. Relentlessly and fiercely Wana nook resented the intrusion of these strange fair gods from a distent land who sailed in a great winged canoe. So when Wananook caUght one at these strangers ashore, poaching in his forest and stalking a buck he had marked for his own, his anger flamed and he loosed an arrow straight for the strang er’s throat. The arrow found its mark and the stranger sank slowly to the ground. Now go on with the story? • IT Wananook remained perfectly still watching intently the bodies of the buck and the white god. 'Presently, evidently satisfied, he rose slowly from his position and advanced to ward the recumbent white hunter, warily, and with another arrow notch ed in his bow. Suddenly at his feet a tiny wood creature scurried, rip pling the grass; Wananook froze in his tracks, immobile as a bronze statue, tense and watchful. He did not trust these white gods and their magics; for all he knew the white hunter may not be dead and may be lying in wait to trap him. If he were a god, Wananook reasoned, the ar row in his throat would not kill him. •Suspicion deepening in his eyes, Wananook took a firmer grip on his bow and again advanced. No blade of grass was disarranged, no twig snapped under Wananook’s moccasined foot. Slowly and with the stealth .of a wraith he negotiated the intervening distance and stood beside the fallen white hunter. He stood quietly looking down the man, and the squirrels taking their cite from the Indian remained motion less, watching intently with bright little eyes that missed nothing. Wananook put forth a foot and spumed the white man, half expect ing him to rise and give combat. Nothing happened; the body was lifeless. » “Ugh!” he grunted, “the white man is no god! Wananook’s arrow has drunk his blood. If he can die, then his brothers can die!” Hatred glit tered in his eyes. “If they can die, then the Indian can kill them and drive them from the Indians’ land— which is the Indians’ and does not belong to the white man.” IWananook again nudged the dead white hunter with his foot, but with a violence that bordered on a kick. Impelled by the Indian’s foot, the dead body of the white man rolled over, the metal of his armor giving out a clinking sound that was mag nified by the stillness of the forest. But the squirrels heard, and darted away with twitching tails. Wananook heard too. but he saw in the white man’s belt the protruding hilt of a hunting knife. He stooped and snatch ed it from its scabbard. “Wananook’s! he cried, and thrust the knife in his belt. “The white man also stoops to steal the knife of the Indian, he steals the Indian’s canoe, he kills the Indian’s game— and lie wishes to take from the In dian his homeland. And he covets the maidens of the Indian. The white man must go—or die!” The brow of Wananook darkened. He drew himself up in simple dig nity, his arms folded across his breast. A short distance away the arquebus of the luckless hunter lay in the tall grass, almost hidden from view, where it had slipped from his nerve less hands when IWananook’s arrow had found his throat. 'But it hadn't escaped the keen eyes of the Indian.' He.stepped over the dead man and gingerly retrieved the weapon, still slightly warm from its recent dis charge. He pulled it toward him, carefully and cautiously. Wananook had learned respect for the white man’s weapon, even if he had no re spect for the white man. Wananook examined closely the un familiar arquebus, his eyes studying its various parts with intelligence if not with understanding. 1 Bertie County Purebred Swine Breeders j Show and Sale jj j Wednesday, February 11 1:00 O'CLOCK ' ii ROGERS WAREHOUSE WINDSOR, NORTH CAROLINA ' v {; 4 Boars 8 Bred Gilts Open HAMPSHIRE |jft SPOTTED POLAND CHINA A choice lot —many were shown at the Bertie County Fair. ;; Animals from Bangs tested herds. . i r Maybe, Wananook thought. He could turn the white man’s .weapon against the white man. He l)ad seen the hunter point the firestick and had witnessed the instant death of the buck. If he pointed the firestick at the white man, maybe he could kill with lightning, too. With this thought in mind, Wana nook cradled the arquebus in the crook of his arm, and without vouch safing another look at the dead white hurter, swung off through the forest in the direction of the river. Wananook covered the ground in big easy strides. His breathing was effortless, his naked torso rippled with muscular rhythm. Before him the endless forest aisles stretched forth in cathedral stateliness, and un derfoot a pineneedle carpet cushioned his moccasined tread. The fragrant scents and odors of the forest, the pine and honeysuckle and jasmine, perfumed the air. As he swung along, Wananook’s face relaxed. The anger that had diffused his features gradually sub sided. He sniffed the odors and fill ed his lungs with the pungent air. Wananook loved the tall trees, the woodland flowers, the streams and the creatures, great and small, that filled the forest with beauty and peopled it with life. This was his'do main, and he was a great chief. He war a Chowanoke, a chief among chiefs, and he, Wananook, would drive the white man from the land of the Chcwanoke. Onward through the forest sped the Ind an, and as he traveled his mind was busy assimilating and trying to understand the overwhelming prob lem that the advent of the white man had brought into his life. It was sev eral suns ago that he had first seen the big canoe with the great white wings resting on the .waters of the Weapomeiock, the big sound. He had seen smaller canoe s launched from the big canoe and men come ashore, where they had hunted and filled their water casks with fresh water. He had seen them use the terrible firestick, and his eyes had beheld the quick b "*^ ?! *’-*«***^_^M 86 Proof THE STRAIGHT WHISKEYS IN THIS PRODUCT ARE 4 YEARS OR MORE OLD. 35 * STRAIGHT WHISKEY, 63% NEUTRAL SPIRITS; DISTILUG FROM GRAIN. awaiu t ruts lbutb, kwh, urn THE CHOWAN HERALD, EDBNTON, H. C., THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6, IMB. -a, a .1,, Stroke of lightning -that death death from a distance. He had thought them gods, and their ’ great canoe a wondrous winged bird. But now he knew them for what they were. They were not gods but men from another land, with bodies and heads encased in metal and bearing deadly weapons/ > / Then the white men had sailed their big canoe through the Broad mouth of the river, Nomopana, and up its mighty .stream, even unto the village of Mavaton. They had encountered his people mid had on all sides met with the upstretched hand at the great chiefs.extended in friendship—all but Wananook. He, Wananook, hated the white man. His people did not un derstand; they did not know, as Wananook knew, that the' white man had come as a thief, to take their canoes, their lands; and their forests. But he, Wananook, would drive the white man from the sound, the river arid the forest. For Wananook was a great warrior, and a brave of the Chowanokes. He was not as great as Weroance, who had many warriors' at his back,, or as mighty as Menotoscon, the king of the Chowanokes, but he wa s as brave. His heart was filled with courage and he had done many fearless and valiant deejis. He, Wananook, had traveled far. • He had paddled his canoe even to the Groat Barrier Reef, beyond which lay the edge of the earth and the abyss from which the fiery sun rose each morning. He had visited the land of the Machapungos, and he had pad died the far waters of the Coratuc, and had slept in the lodges of the Pasquotanks. He had hunted deer in the forests of Rakiock, and had taken the sparkling fish from the Mattercomock. He was a great war rior; on his belt hung many scalp locks. He had wampum and belts and necklaces of shell and bears’ teeth, and when winter came he had many hemlock boughs and furs to warm his lodge. He had fields of tobacco and maize and yams. And his fields of kaishackpenauk, the white potato, was the largest patch in the village. 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Before many moons i he and Little Fawn would stand in i the awesome presence'of the Great Spirit, they would clasp hands, and their hearts would beat aa one. Then • Wananook and Little Fawn would i share the same lodge, and he would i he a great brave and a mighty war i rior, and Little Fawn would be his i squaiw. 1 Surely, no one in all the land of ; the Chowanokes was as brave as : Wananook. Now that the white strangers with ■ the winged canoe and the terrible firestick had come to the forests of ‘ hi s people, thejl must be driven forth. He, Wananook, would drive them be-' ’ fore him, as leaves before the wind, 1 until they fled beyond the Bar, and on and on until they slipped over the edge of the earth and were engulfed in the darkness of the under, world. Thus ran Wananook’s thoughts as he sped through the forest and drew near the river, Nomopana. Soon the trees began to thin out and from a dis tance, through the sparse trunks and thinning boughs, Wananook caught a glimpse of the great river, shining in the sun. A moment later heburst from the forest and stood upon the wa ter’s edge. A slight breeze rippled the waters at his feet and stirred the lone feather in his scalplock. Far out in the stream swam the big canoe of the hated white strang ers. Wananook stood motionless, the # If You Need Money To Finance or Re-Finance Your Farm at Low Interest Rates... SEE T. W. JONES EJdenton, North Carolina Representative of One of the Nation’s Largest Insurance Companies TAKE UP TO TWENTY YEARS TO REPAY LOANS ’ 1 ■■■■ | weapon of the white hunter cradled in Ms arm. HatredfiHed his i eyes. Long and Steady he gazed, then with a grunt he turned away and i swung off down the beach. There, i cunningly hidden in the bushes, whs a ; canoe. Wananook pulled it forth, 1 stowed his bows and arrows amid l ship, carefully laid the cumbersome I arquejbus in the bottom o fthe canoe, I and then stepping forward, shoved . off through the shallow surf, i He stroked his paddle smoothly and Steadily and the little canoe cut swift i ly through the waiter. Wananook never took his hate-filled eyes'from the tall ship anchored mid-Stream, and , with each stroke he drew nearer and , nearer to the black hull that loomed r before him. (•Continued Next Week) CELEBRATES BIRTHDAY Jimmy Patterson entertained hii friends at a. birthday party at his home on East Freemason ’Street Mon day night, January 26, celebrating his 11th birthday. Following the playing of games the honoree opened his gifts, after which refreshments of sandwiches, potato chips, pickles, and ice cream and cake were served by Mrs. Patterson and Mrs. J. C. Manning to the following present: Kathrvn Wozelka, Judy. 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