Drums Along the Mohawk

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presenting guns along the Mohawk by Walter D. Edmonds you know Mr. Edmonds was born and raised in the historic region he writes about, and he is used with great skill the raw material of America's early days. That sardah of gallantry and endurance, of battles against nature, as well as with the Indian.

The Indians, you know Mr. Hilton, nowadays we tend to think of the Indians as characters in boys' stories. He has that, true, or else we are influenced by our sympathy for the friendly, decent, and rather sad people who are their living descendants today. Consequently, many of us find it hard to imagine the terror in which the Indians were held by the early settlers

as they pushed up the valleys from the eastern seaboard. One of those valleys is Mr. Edmonds' Mohawk, which descends to the Hudson River near Albany. Last year I drove across America from coast to coast, traveling incidentally about 10,000 miles and taking six weeks for the job, which is best the best way to make such a trip. And the last lap across New York

States was down the Mohawk Valley, still rich in the beauties of the countryside, but also trusted with busy industrial cities. As I drove, I couldn't help remembering Mr. Edmund's fine story and the great days are told off. But before we begin, here's Frank Goss, who has a message from the people who bring you these stories.