As I think I've told you fellows, Harry Kenton, Governor Ware's great-grandson and my comrade, is fighting on the other side." "I knew of the great Dr.Cotter long before I met you, Dick," replied Warner.

"I read his book on the Indians of the Northern Mississippi Valley.

Not merely their history and habits, but their legends, their folk lore, and the wonderful poetic glow so rich and fine that he threw over everything.

There was something almost Homeric in his description of the great young Wyandot chieftain Timmendiquas or White Lightning, whom he acclaimed as the finest type of savage man the age had known." "He and Henry Ware fought Timmendiquas for years, and after the great peace they were friends throughout their long lives." "And I've studied, too, his wonderful book on the Birds and Mammals of North America," continued Warner with growing enthusiasm.

"What marvelous stores of observation and memory! Ah, Dick, those were exciting days, and a man had opportunities for real and vital experiences!" Dick and Pennington laughed.
"What about Vicksburg, old praiser of past times ?" asked Frank.