J A BradenA hatchet of stone, cumbersome and crude, but a dangerous weapon once, though now it is only a silent memento of the days of Captain Pipe, of lone-elk, of Fishing Bird, the scowl ing Big Buffalo and the graceful, pretty Gentle Maiden as well, lies onmy table as I write. Of Captain Pipe, Big Buffalo and certain of the others, I have already told you something; -but you have yet to hear of lone-elk, the Seneca, - lone-elk, the outcast from the vil lages of his people, - bold and strong yet crafty, deceitful, treacherous, - and still, withal as ambitious and as vain an Indian as ever trod the long-ago forest fastnesses. Read More Read Less