truder, he is left to find such food and shelter as the waste supplies.
Naked and free he wanders into space; he and the poor old squaw whom they have given to him as a wife.
He dares not squat .on Indian ground, for though the President
pronounces him a free man, his recent master has the power to kill him as before, and neither judge nor sheriff would attach that master for his blood.
What wonder that the liberated Negroes melt from the Indian
soil, much as a herd of ponies turned into the waste might melt from the soil?
Some hundreds of these emancipated slaves have fled across the frontier into Arkansas
; trusting to the White
man's sense of justice for protection in the commoner sort of civil rights.
But as a rule the poorer people in a district cannot seek new homes.
Like plants and animals, they must brave their lot or sink into the soil.
To many fugitives from Choctaw
lodges and Chickasaw
has become a home.
The site on which these outcasts have squatted is a piece of ground abandoned by the Caddoes, a small and wandering tribelet, who in former days --whipt these creeks for fish and raked these woods