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THE DAILY SHORT STORY
SOUCOOK MASSACRE
Charlie Poe lived by his wits. Not because he had to, but because he liked to. I could name a half dozen jobs he had been offered, all legitimate, all of which he turned down. He couldn't bear the thought of routine and being tied down. He often said that secur- ity would make him stale.
It was a gruesome tale. We were all silent and impressed as we made our way back to the cars.
"That," said Charlie, "is the best gag I've ever seen. It's a beaut!"
"Maybe," I said, "but how can that guy prove any such thing happened there?"
I met him unexpectedly one day last
"How can the tourists prove it summer in Boston. I welcomed the didn't?” Charlie asked. "And what do prospect of a chat with him over a they care? That chap knew what they glass of beer. His exploits always wanted and he gave it to them. They made good copy.
were satisfied." He became thought- "Not doing anything," he said when ful. "Tourists are swell. They start I questioned him.
"What's wrong?" I asked. happened to that ingenious yours?"
"Looking for something," he con- fessed.
out with a certain amount of money in "What's their pockets and they don't come home mind of till it's all gone, If you're smart enough you can make 'em spend it on your racket."
"If you've nothing lined up," I sug- gested, "how about taking a ride up country with me? I'm making a two- day trip to Burlington." -
"Like to," he said.
Charlie didn't mention the Soucook massacre again during our trip, but I suspected it was on his mind. He was brighter and more. companionable. When he left me in Boston two days later he shook hands warmly.
"Where are you off to now?" I asked him.
We started the next morning. Char- lie wasn't- the cheerful companion I anticipated. - Obviously there was "Oh, the western plan of mine is still something on his mind. I queried him rankling." He grinned. "See you and at last he admitted he was turning around."..
over a plan in his mind. He was won- But I didn't see him around again dering how the law would feel about for four months. Then, late in Sep- it. The law, he declared ruefully, was tember I had occasion to go north becoming annoyingly inconsiderate in again. Travelling the same route that its attitude toward Charlie's type of Charlie and I had taken, I remembered professional man.
the Soucook Massacre, The shelter
By Richard Hill Wilkinson
"I got a swell idea that could be was still there and there were cars worked out West somewheres, but I parked outside. But a different man hate to leave New England." Curious- was selling tickets. The man was ly, he had a fondness for home terri- Charlie. |tory.
So that, I thought, was making him so gloomy.
I waited until he had guided his party back from the ledge.
"How about this?" I asked.
Half way across New Hampshire we He grinned. "You gave me the came to a place alongside the road idea"" he said. "Remember you want- where a dozen or more cars were park- ed to know how the guy could prove ed. A sign proclaimed the reason. the massacre happened here? Well, I "Visit the site of the famous Soucook asked him, at the same time flashing a Indian Massacre," the sign_read. "No- tin badge I sometimes carry around. thing like it anywhere. Free lecture. He decided to move on" Offers much by way of historical value.
"Is that sort of thing ethical in your
A scene you won't forget. Admission profession?" I asked. 25 cents."
"Stop!" said Charlie. I stopped. We us are smarter. The guy was getting "Sure. We're all suckers. Some of got out and walked over to a shelter fed up anyhow. So am I. Some day beneath which a man was selling tic soon somebody is going to ask me to kets. Behind the man was a barbed prove that massacre story. wire gate. Behind the gate a path led smart enough I'll be gone before he If I'm through some thick woods.
The man with the tickets saw us and pretty well."
gets here. But I like New England urged us to buy, eloquently elaborating on his printed sign, Charlie dug into
(Copyright, 1939, By The Associated his pocket and produced a half dollar. Presently about twenty people had pur- chased tickets and the man got down off his stool and led us through the gate. He closed and locked the gate.
We followed him along the path. He talked as we walked. He told vivid stories and painted vivid pictures. By the time we reached our objective we were all steamed up with apprehension.
We had entered a small clearing. Be- yond it was a ledge, overhanging a shallow gorge through which a trickle of water flowed. We stood on the ledge while our guide told us how, 250 years ago, a detachment of militiamen had pursued a band of twenty Indians through the forest. Hard put, the In- dians came to this ledge. Below them was the gorge, at that time a good many times deeper than now. Thus the redskins had their choice of leap- ing into the gorge or being shot. They pleaded with the militiamen, but the captain was a heartless wretch and shot them down without mercy.'
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