Blood Red The Sun

The point about this thrilling story is that it is truthfully told. Mr. Cameron is a trained writer, whose frontier hero, Jim Vue, led me a good thirty years ago to welcome his fiction.

This time he narrates his own terrific adventure. When he asks while his fate hangs in the balance -

"Can anyone realize how sweet life really is until he comes near to losing it?" - he is recalling what he felt when his dead friends lay about him, and Wandering Spirit exclaimed in the council tent:

"Ah-ha! He has done me favours, too," and saw the chief hold out his hand.

Suspense lasts up to the trial and the final moments of Wandering Spirit. This Indian, in his fashion, struck for his own, as the white man has often struck in his fashion.

Much truth that lay in the West, ready for competent tongues, has been stuttered; much of the brief, wild life of Canada and the United States has fallen into the hands of quack writers, who daily delight a legion of quack readers.

Happily, we are not all quacks, and many will find Mr. Cameron's account of this deadly uprising an absorbing footnote to history by the only man who escaped with his life.

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