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by ESTES AND LAURIAT,
VEARS ago the fierce Indian chief scoured the broad
prairies, a warrior king in his tribe, a ruler of his
wild domain. Even to-day the lurking Indian foeman
Sis no mean adversary to be laughed at and brushed out
of the way, notwithstanding disease, war, assassination,
and necessary chastisement have united rapidly to
decimate his race. Doubtless the opinion may be con-
troverted; but it nevertheless shall be hazarded, that,
until the weaker party shall be exterminated by the
stronger, the wild war-whoop, with its keen-edged
knife and death-dealing rifle accompaniments, .will
continue to palsy the nerve and arouse the courage
of the pioneer .white man. The Indian in his attack
no longer showers cloth-yard arrows upon his foe. He
has learned to kill his adversary with the voice of
thunder and the unseen bullet.
A BEAR IN A CAVE.
A FRIENDLY Indian once discovered a cave which
contained a bear. He did not venture to attack
her alone, but asked us to aid him. About mid-day
we reached the entrance to Bruin's abode, and at once
proceeded to enter the cave. For about sixty yards
-or so we advanced, the cave being tolerably high and
wide. At length, supposing that we must now be
quite close to the enemy, I raised my torch a little,
and was able to see the bear. She was about ten
yards off, sitting on her haunches, gnashing her teeth.
"I must fire now," whispered Tom. "Fall back a little;
we may have to make a bolt for it, unless I succeed
in killing her outright." Scarcely were the words
out of his mouth when crack went his rifle. The
cave was filled with smoke, while a groan, followed
by silence, announced that the bear was dead.
ENCOUNTER BETWEEN INDIANS.
A PARTY of Indians, with their women and children,
were once passing by water through. the country
of a hostile tribe. One night it seemed to their quick
faculties that danger was at hand. At daybreak a
heavy mist hung over the water. Presently there
emerged from the obscurity three canoes, each holding
from twenty-five to thirty Indians in their war-paint.
It was a terrible moment. The women and children
lay down, while every man took up his position; but
they were outnumbered by the enemy, besides being
hampered by their household gear. We need not
dwell upon the fierce and sanguinary encounter, for
the fight was all over in twenty minutes; but in that
short time terrible havoc had been wrought among
the weaker party. Many had been killed or drowned.
Only a few escaped by swift paddling.
THE YOUNG BRAVE.
THOUGH, as a rule, the Indian treats his squaw
harshly, forcing her to do the heaviest work,
and, in fact ill-treating her in every way, yet cases
are on record when an Indian has been deeply attached
to his helpmate. Such was the case with a young
brave of the Ojibbeways. So devoted was he to his
young squaw that his companions used to laugh at
him, and he was named "The Woman-Hearted." They
had one child, a girl; but one day it fell ill, and soon
died. The mother was heart-broken; but the young
brave, without a word, disappeared, going alone upon
the war path. It was some days before he returned,
and then he had no scalps or other trophies of victory.
He brought with him only a little white girl, whom he
had stolen from her distant home to replace the child
they had lost.
TREED BY A GRIZZLY.
JOHN MORLAND went West with the express
purpose of meeting and killing a grizzly bear.
Finally he reached his journey's end, and encamped
with a guide among the foothills of the Rocky Moun-
tains. A week passed, when one morning they came
upon the tracks of two bears. After following the trail
for some time, the tracks separated; so the hunters
each followed one of them. Morland had not gone
far when .he discovered his game. He fired, but
only succeeded in wounding the brute, who started
toward him. There was no time to reload, so Mor-
land ran to a large tree, into which he clambered.
The bear stationed himself at the foot of the tree.
In his flight, Morland had dropped his cartridge belt,
so he was obliged to wait until his companion came
lip and shot Bruin.
A PRAIRIE FIRE.
ONE of the most awe-inspiring spectacles of the far
West is a prairie on fire. During the summer
the fierce sun beats down on the plains until the long,
coarse grass becomes as dry as tinder, and a spark will
set it on fire. Some trapper or Indian carelessly allows
his camp-fire to spread, and the damage is done. The
fierce flames sweep onward with irresistible force and
fury; and only a rainstorm or a body of water -can
stop them. There are various means of escaping from
this terrible foe. If one is near a lake or stream he
can be saved by taking refuge in its cool waters; but
if no such safety is near, he must trust to his own
resources. A method frequently used is to set fire
to the prairie around and take refuge in. the space
thus cleared. But this can only be resorted to when
there is sufficient time.
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A COMRADE'S DEVOTION.
ONE winter day two trappers left their camp for a
hunt. They started out full of life and spirits;
but the return was in a different manner. There had
been a fierce encounter with a grizzly bear, and one
weak and bleeding man was carrying back his helpless
comrade. Then began a season of terrible suffering.
The less injured man had to care for his friend and
at the same time procure food and fuel. The brave
fellow could have saved himself; but he would not
desert his comrade. He grew weaker and weaker,
and finally could not walk. But he would not give
up; and so, on hands and knees through the deep
snow he dragged himself to the woods. This could
not last, and soon he too lay helpless in the hut.
Fortunately, some trappers discovered the camp on
the day his strength gave out.
"'T HE redskins very nearly got the best of me once,"
said old Seth. "I'll tell you how it was. One
morning I started out, rifle in hand, ever on the alert
for enemies. Before I had gone more than three miles,
a sharp crack rang out, and a rifle bullet cut a hit
of flesh out of my knuckles. Down I dropped in tvre
bushes, pretending to be killed. Two Indians appeared,
and one advanced to take my scalp. I waited till his
hand was almost on my hair; then I kicked out my
right foot and caught him directly in the stomach.
He rolled over on the ground, and I saw that he
would be harmless for a little while .at least. The
other Indian got his rifle to his shoulder and fired,
putting a hole through my old fur cap; but I raised
my rifle, killed him easily, and walked off home to the
T HE Western Cowboys are an institution of the
country; and a bold and hardy class of men
they are. They are the guardians of the immense
herds of the West, and are known throughout the
world for their magnificent riding, reckless bravery,
and careless disposition. They hold life at a cheap
price; with them a word leads to a blow, and a blow
is answered by a pistol shot. They are all magnificent
shots with rifle or revolver, and woe to him who
arouses their enmity. But despite their violence and
reckless disregard of human life, they are to be
admired in many respects. Their life is one of con-
stant toil and danger. Their days are spent in the
saddle, and often their nights; they are exposed to
hardships and dangers without end, and their character
is a natural result of their training.
THE MARCH OF CIVILIZATION.
W E are accustomed to think of the Indian as the
personification of all that is vile. He is spoken
of as mean, cruel, revengeful, as one who has nothing
to recommend him, whose every characteristic is
opposed to civilization and humanity. But after all
there is something to be said on his side. The Indians
were once sole lords of the whole land, and then they
were different from what they have now become. It
is true that they were fierce and warlike, cruel and
revengeful; but they were simple and honest, staunch
in their friendships, and firm in their sense of honour.
It is their contact with civilization that has warped
their natural characteristics; and the white man is
largely responsible for the condition of the noble red
man. The free son of the plains has been taught the
vices of the white man much to his disadvantage.
A HAPPY MEETING.
A PARTY of a dozen trappers were hemmed in by
a large body of Indians. All through the day
they defended themselves stubbornly; but they knew
that when night came the Indians would overpower
them. So as night fell they came to the conclusion
that each man should shift for himself. After arrang-
ing that those who escaped should meet at the nearest
fort, each man grasped his rifle and disappeared in the
darkness. Man after man arrived at the fort until all
had appeared except two; but as day after day passed
the missing men were given up for dead. Finally the
ten survivors mounted horses supplied them at the fort,
and set out to learn news of their missing comrades.
Two days later two horsemen appeared; they proved to
be the missing men. They had been captured, but
managed to escape and regain their horses.
M1 ANY people believe that the Indian is worthless,
and has never been known to do an act of
kindness or generosity. This is by no means the
case. Many a story is told of the kindly deeds of the
redman; and the following is but one of numerous
examples. A young man named William Keene once
strayed from his party, and was unable to find his
way back to them. For several days he wandered
around, helpless, and at last, faint with hunger, sank
down, thinking never to rise again. When he recov-
ered consciousness he found himself in the wigwam of
a friendly Indian, who had found him unconscious, and
brought him to the village. He was tenderly treated,
and his strength rapidly returned. When he was
able to travel, the Indian guided him to a settlement,
whence he could communicate with his friends.
IN SEARCH OF WATER.
LARGE tracts of land in the West are bare and arid.
Water is found in but few places, and many a
man has died of thirst in trying to cross these barren
wastes. Few parties dare to journey over this terri-
tory without an experienced guide, and even these
latter sometimes make a mistake. Such is the case
with the guide in our picture. On arriving at the
spot where he expected to find water, he is surprised
to find no water, or any signs of it. But he does not
lose his presence of mind. He is too old a hand to be
far wrong. The welcome spring must be somewhere in
the neighbourhood, so he begins to search. It must
be found, for the next place where they can find water
is a hundred miles away, and already they have been
a day without a drop. So he searches carefully, and at
length is rewarded by success.
ATTACK ON A SETTLEMENT.
LO UIS, the hunter, tells the following story of an
attack by Indians on a small settlement: "Quite
suddenly one night we heard the Indian yell. I ran
'to the door; but what a sight met my eyes! A gang
of howling savages were rushing toward me like so
many wolves. I fired, and one of them fell; then I
caught up an axe, and rushed at them with such
fury that I cleared the cabin. Before help came to
us several white men, and women too, were, killed.
The men .fought to the last; but the poor women
screamed with terror, while they tried to shield the
babes that lay in their arms. At length help came.
We heard a rushing and trampling, and some soldiers
from the fort, with about a dozen settlers, appeared.
The Indians turned to run; but they were not
allowed to escape. Most of them were killed."
TRUE TO HIS TRIBE.
A CHIEF. belonging to a tribe friendly to the whites
had settled, with his son, near one of our frontier
forts. The commander of the fort and his family grew
to have a high regard for the dignified redman, and
this feeling was fully reciprocated' by the dusky war-
rior. But the hitherto peaceful tribe suddenly rose,
and began a series of depredations and murders. The
troops were called out to subdue them. The com-
mander summoned the friendly chief to him, and was
surprised to see him appear in full war paint. With-
out waiting to be questioned, the Indian announced his
departure. "My people are on the war path. They
are foolish, and will be slaughtered; but they are r-y
people and they call me. I go to join them. I am sad
at heart, for I must war against my white friend. He
will conquer, and I will die, and so, farewell!"
GOLD AT LAST.
,EARLY in the "fifties" a young man left his home
in the East to seek his fortune in the gold fields
of California. On reaching a favourable locality, he
took up a claim and set to work with energy. But he
had very little success. He scarcely found gold enough
to keep body and soul together, although miners work-
ing claims next him were taking out the precious metal
in quantities. But he was not one to give up without
a struggle, and finally fortune smiled upon him. His
pick struck against an apparent stone; but it proved
to be a good-sized nugget. Nor was this all,-near it
he found a number of smaller lumps of gold, and the
deeper he went the richer grew the claim. In a few
days he had dug out a respectable fortune, and then,
selling his claim for a large sum, he went back: to his
Eastern home with his treasure.
THE SUPPOSED WOLF.
THE Indians are perhaps more cunning and wily
than any other race on the earth. A favourite
method of theirs for hunting buffalo is to cover them-
selves with the skins of young buffaloes, and thus
approach the unsuspecting herd. On one occasion an
Indian scout put on the skin of a large wolf, and
was thus able to crawl close to the enemy's camp
without being stopped, although he was in full view
of the lookout. The plan of the Indians had been for
this warrior to creep near enough to the sentinel to kill
him without noise, and then the camp would have been.
at the mercy of the savages. Fortunately an old Indian
fighter,'unable to sleep, joined the sentinel, and noticed
the supposed wolf. His practised eye was not deceived.
He raised his rifle and fired. The supposed wolf rose
up, uttered a shrill cry, and fell dead.
IIHE Osages are among the least civilized of the
tribes living in the Indian Territory. They
mostlyy live in wigwams made of sticks and long grass;
their clothing consists of red blankets wrapped around
them, under which they sometimes wear a shirt.
Moccasins cover their feet. They paint their faces
red, with blue marks drawn across, and put feathers in
their hair. The men wheii they mourn for their dead
go into the woods alone, and fast all day, coming home
at sundown, chanting very solemnly, first softly, then
louder and louder as they get nearer home. The
women when they motrn put a patch of mud on the
right side of the head, and just before daylight they
sit up on their bed, which consists of a blanket laid on
the ground, and moan and sob, commencing softly, and
getting louder and louder until they finish.
SAVING THE MAIL.
'EARS ago, before there were any railroads in the
West, the mail was carried on horseback, and
many were the narrow escapes of the bold riders from
Indians and other dangers. One of these escapes is
described in our picture, and wo will tell it in the,
words of the chief actor in the little drama. "It was
a terrible dark night, and both me and the pony were
feeling very beat. Suddenly some Indians jumped out
and fired point-blank at my head. The pony swerved
and the bullet did no damage. I shoved the spurs into
my little nag, and galloped into a stream that ran in
front. We landed in deep water, and I slipped off the
saddle. 'As I did ,so, I saw a party of Indians running
to cut me off. I clutched the mail-bag and dashed into
the brush, and finally, after many narrow escapes,
reached the settlements."
IN the hands of an experienced man the lasso is a
terrible weapon, as well as a useful aid on the
stock-ranch. Try as he may, no man can escape the
fatal coil, which, whirling through the air, settles
around his neck, or, slipping lower, pins his arms to
his side, and thus renders him helpless. The victim
once caught, the lasso thrower sets spurs to his horse,
and dashes off, dragging his prisoner behind, him.
Bears are often hunted with the lasso. Approached
by the hunters, the bear raises himself on his haunches.
At that moment the lassos are thrown, and the hunters
gallop off in.opposite directions. When the ropes are
drawn taut, Bruin is naturally helpless. He cannot
move in any direction. If only two lassos are around
him, he may break one; but when several hunters
lasso him, there is practically no danger.
A CHIEF'S REPENTANCE.
SOME Indians were once pursued by an enormous
pack of wolves. The chief of the party, knowing
that their only safety was to reach a certain deserted
stockade, deliberately shot the horse of one of his
followers. Horse and man fell to the ground, and in
an instant the wolves were upon them. Meanwhile,
the other Indians reached the enclosure in safety. But
the grim chief felt no joy. Hour after hour he sat
motionless, wrapped in his blanket. Being a chief, he
should have sacrificed himself to save his men; but
instead he had sacrificed another. Finally, with an
imperious motion he summoned his men. He spoke
but a few words: "He who is afraid to die is not fit
to live." Then, stripping off all tokens of his rank,
he opened the gate, and with bowed head passed out
to meet death.
THE LITTLE HOSTAGE.
EARLY in this century a gentleman settled in the
western part of New York, then a veritable
wilderness. He had with him his widowed daughter
and her little boy. He was anxious to make friends
with the Indians, but their head chief held aloof.
Finally the chief consented to have a talk with the
settler. The latter asked for the chief's friendship and
protection; but the Indian replied that he did not trust
the white man, and must have a pledge of his sincerity.
He demanded that the -little boy be given up to him,
but promised to bring him back in a month, and then
to be the settler's friend. The settler consented, and
the Indian departed with the child. Exactly a month
later the Indian returned, with the little boy at his
side. "The white man has conquered," said the chief;
"you have trusted the Indian, and he will repay you."
OUR LITTLE GUEST.
ONE night we heard a tap at the door of our cabin,
and on opening the door in walked a little
Indian girl. She said that her tribe had obtained
some liquor and were all drinking at a fearful rate.
At such times the Indian is dangerous, and these
carousals nearly always end in crime and murder.
Little Chitto was terrified almost out of her senses;
and when she saw the knives, tomahawks, and pistols
doing their deadly work, she fled through the storm
and darkness, only anxious to get away from the
dreadful scene, until she caught the glimmer of the
light in our window, when she hastened to it and
asked our hospitality. My mother removed the damp
clothes from the child, gave her hot, refreshing tea,
and did everything in her power to make her comfor-
table for the night.
A TIMELY WARNING.
I HAVE told you how Chitto, the little Sioux maiden,
came to us fbr shelter when her tribe were mad-
dened by liquor. It was not long before she repaid us
for our kindness. We had begun to feel very uneasy
about the Indians. They had become discontented,
and an outbreak was feared. We knew that our cabin
would be one of the first points of attack. One morn-
ing we heard the sound of a galloping horse. It came
nearer and nearer, and finally little Chitto, mounted
on a fiery black mustang, dashed into view. "Quick,
quick," she cried, "Indians coming!" A few words
explained all; the Indians had risen! Chitto had over-
heard them planning to attack our house, and had
slipped off to warn us. Thanks to her timely warning,
we had time to reach the fort, where we remained in
safety until the rising had been put down.
T HE principal chief of the Arapahoes called together
three hundred warriors and marched for Atlantic
City, as it is called (a small town in the Wind River
Valley). Four companies of cavalry camped near the
place just before the Arapahoe warriors appeared. A
young man, named Bennett, saw them first, as he was
driving his mules from the pasture. The Indians at
once surrounded him and marched for the town, to kill
him in sight of the village, where, unknown to them,
the troops were encamped. On coming up to the top
of a hill, the camp was in full view, and only a few
hundred yards away. Bennett shouted at once for
help, and, running as hard as he could, soon got into
camp safe and sound. The sight of the military aston-
ished the Indians, so that they did not try to recapture
Bennett, but made good time to escape.
AT one time California was so infested with bandits
that travellers were often stopped and robbed; in
fact, travelling became so dangerous that only well-
armed parties dared to venture far from the camps,
and the Government was obliged to furnish escorts of
soldiers whenever gold was to be brought from the
mining camps. Early in 1852 a miner, disregarding
the advice of his friends, started alone to ride to a
neighboring camp. Suddenly he was set upon by a
dozoie robbers. He,could not defend himself against
so many, so he had to submit while he was deprived
of his money, weapons, and horse. The robbers then
went off, leaving him to pursue his way on foot.
Upon reaching the camp, he raised a party of miners
and set off in pursuit of the robbers. They were over
taken, and a desperate fight ensued.
ADVENTURE OF A SCOUT.
ARMY scouts on the plains have many narrow
escapes. One of them was ordered to get defin-
ite information regarding the movements of a large
body of Blackfeet Indians, known to be somewhere
near. The scout dressed himself as a Blackfoot brave
and started to search for the Indian camp. Finally
he discovered it, and, waiting until night came, boldly
walked around among the wigwams, and by listen-
ing to the conversation, learned all he wanted to
know. Then he thought it was time to leave; but
just as he got to the outskirts of the camp two young
braves appeared, and one of them, approaching, looked
him squarely in the face. Then he turned and gave
an ugly grin at his companion. The scout saw he was
discovered, so he knocked down the nearest Indian, and,
dashing by the other, escaped.
A RUNNING FIGHT.
A WAGGON, while crossing the prairie, was suddenly
attacked by a large party of Indians. Luckily
the assailants were on foot or it would have gone hard
with the three men in the waggon. As it was they
were in the greatest danger. If the Indians should
succeed in killing or even wounding any of the horses,
it would be all up with the little party. One man kept
the horses at their highest speed, while the others with
their repeating rifles kept the Indians at bay. The
critical time was when the Indians first surrounded the
waggon; but when the frightened horses had broken
through the circle of rednen the danger was greatly
lessened, since the body of the waggon protected the
horses. The Indians were gradually left behind; but
as long as they had any chance they continued to fire,
in hopes that a lucky shot would hit a horse.
AN INDIAN MEAL.
BOYS would be surprised to see how much an Indian
can eat at a single meal. The Indians eat right
along, till they have gorged themselves and can eat no
more. Perhaps it is because they seldom get what is
called "a square meal." One day four chiefs came to
Fort Russell, to see about getting rations for their
tribe. They soon found their way to the commanding
officer at headquarters. He gave each one a cigar,
which they puffed away at for some time. At last one
of them made a motion to his mouth, signifying they
were hungry. But the general would not take the
hint. A lady, however, took pity on them, and brought
some meat, biscuit, and bread, and I made them some
coffee. They ate and ate till we thought they 'd split,
and then asked permission to carry off in a bag what
they could not stow away in their capacious stomachs.
TWO AGAINST FOUR.
A SMALL party of trappers were once encamped
near a stream where game was plenty. One
morning they started out in different directions, leaving
two of their number in charge of the camp. A trapper
named Abbey, happening to return to the camp, saw
these two men, who were called Bill and Tom, strug-
ling with four Indians. The redmen had resolved to
make a dash, and carry off the horses. This bold
attempt had been frustrated by the interference of
Tom and Bill. Then the tussle began. One horse had
been secured by an Indian, who was on the point of
riding off when Bill dragged him to the ground; then
the men closed in deadly combat. Abbey saw that he
had arrived just in time. Rushing forward, he fired
at the foremost of the foe. The redskin fell to the
ground; but the others escaped.
TFHE American Indians have numerous dances, and
they are all weird and interesting. They are the
war dance, the scalp dance, the sun dance, the .ghost
dance, and many others. The friendly Indians around
the Western forts often entertain the officers and their
wives with one of these dances. They dress themselves
in all their finery, paint their faces with horrible devices,
and are then ready for the performance. The squaws
squat around and beat the native drums, keeping up a
monotonous chant, while the braves hop around brand-
ishing their weapons and yelling like demons. Each
dance has its own movement, the war dance being the
fiercest, the scalp dance the most terrifying, and the
ghost dance the most weird. Each tribe has a differ-
ent dance as regards the particulars: but in their gene-
ral features they are very much the same.
A RACE FOR LIFE.
JOHN STEDMAN was once the hero of a wonderful
escape from the Indians. He had been captured
and bound to a tree while his captors decided on his
fate. An Indian stood near him; but he was paying
little attention to the prisoner. Stedman's bonds were
not securely fastened, and he gradually worked himself
free. Suddenly he seized the tomahawk of the unsus-
pecting Indian, felled him with one blow, and dashed
into the woods. After a moment of surprise a large
number of Indians started in pursuit. Then began a
race for life. Stedman dashed blindly on, and soon
distanced most of his pursuers. Two of them, how-
ever, gradually gained upon him; but when the near-
est was only a few feet behind him, the desperate man
leaped to one side and brained him with the toma-
hawk. The other gave up the pursuit.
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THE YOUNG LOOKOUT.
T HE fierce assault on the block-house was over, and
the Indians had retired; but a feeling of despair
came over the settlers when they found that only nine
of their men were still able to continue the defence.
Among those seriously hurt was Robert Vane, who
had stood in the little turret reporting the movements
of the enemy. Now, with a low moan he sank down.
Then young Archie Edgar sprang forward. "Father,"
he said, "some one must take Robert's place; let me
go up. I cannot shoot so well as the others, but my
eyes are as keen." So the brave boy took his place
in the exposed turret. Suddenly his voice was heard,
"Father, they are coming again!" Each man sprang
to his post, to resist this new attack. The Indians
advanced with loud whoops, but a large party of
settlers came up and. dispersed them.
AN EXPLODED GUN.
T WO hunters once mounted their horses and started
to look for game. Finally they saw some ante-
lopes in the distance. By careful manoeuvring they
got within gunshot of their quarry, and both dis-
mounted in order to take better aim. One of the men
was a careless sort of fellow, and had stupidly left in
the muzzle of his gun the rags which were to pre.
vent it from rusting. Together the hunters took
aim and fired. A terrible explosion was heard, and
the gun flew to pieces, while the hunter clapped his
hands to his face with a cry of anguish. He was
terribly burned and cut, but had escaped any fatal
injury. It was a lesson to him, however, to be more
careful in the future, and from that time on he was
more particular in seeing that his gun was in condi-
tion for use. He thus avoided a second accident.'
THE TREACHEROUS GUIDE.
LOUIS KELLY, with a single Indian guide, had
penetrated deep into the wilderness in search
of game. He had been warned to keep an eye on
his guide; but he laughed at the idea of danger. One
night he was awakened by the movements of the
guide, who had taken up his rifle. He seized his
revolver, and they fired simultaneously. The Indian
was unhurt, and dashed out into the darkness; but
Kelly was shot in the leg. Fortunately, there was
only one load in the rifle. The Indian, however, had
his knife, and all through the long hours of the
night he prowled around, hoping to catch the other
off his guard; but the wounded man kept sharp
watch. At daybreak the Indian took himself off;
but it was several days before Louis was found and
brought to the settlement.
OUR WESTERN ARMY.
AMERICANS do well to be proud of the record of
our little Western army. Although it consists of
but a few thousand men and is scattered over a vast
territory, it has taught the Indians that no lawlessness
or crime will pass unpunished. Always on the alert,
ready at a moment's notice to start in pursuit of some
band that has broken from the reservation, or to hasten
to the assistance of some small hamlet threatened by
a war party of fierce redmen, the little army has gone
on from year to year, ever performing its duty zeal-
ously and fearlessly, strong in the consciousness of
right, and proud of their position as guardians of the
peaceful settlers and their homes. While on the march
they present a very rough appearance, with their long
boots, slouch hats, and worn clothes; but the Indians
have learned to fear and respect them.
STEALING A CHILD.
THREE young boys, Bill, Ralph, and Archie, once
started out for a stroll in the woods, taking with
them their little sister Mary. Suddenly the gobbling
of a wild turkey was heard, and the two elder boys,
leaving Archie with Mary, started in pursuit. Archie
stood gazing after his brothers until a rustling in the
bushes caused him to turn his head, while at the same
time a shriek from Mary echoed through the woods,
bringing back Ralph and Bill, their faces blanched
with horror and dismay. Alas! it was a dreadful
sight that met the distracted gaze of the three lads, -
the retreating form of a stalwart Indian was gliding
swiftly through the brushwood, the unhapp- little
girl swung over his shoulder, while her long golden
hair hung down behind. "Archie, Archie, help, little
Mary!" were the last words that reached their ears.
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A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT.
TWO trappers were encamped in the midst of the
wilderness. They were nearly two hundred miles
from the nearest settlement; but game was plenty,
their .pile of furs was growing higher and higher, and
they, were correspondingly happy. One day they
started out, as usual, to make the rounds of their traps,
when they came across the tracks of a bear. They
followed it up, and finally came across his bearship,
who, suspecting no danger, was dining quietly off the
carcass of some animal. The older of the trappers
raised his rifle and fired; but the barrel burst, and a
fragment entered his breast. The bear ran off, while
the wounded man fell into the arms of his friend.
On examination the wound proved serious, but not
mortal. A hut was hastily erected, and the wounded
man tenderly laid og a bed of boughs.
A SMALL company of settlers were once crossing the
plains. They had encamped for the night, when
the camp was approached by a solitary Indian, who
begged permission to join their party. On being asked
his reasons for this request he at last admitted that
in a quarrel he had killed a member of his tribe, and
that the friends and relatives of the murdered man
were on his track. The settlers allowed the Indian
to remain, and named him Sancho. One morning,
about a week later, Sancho remembered having left
his knife at the spot where they had passed the pre-
vious night, and so he rode back for it. After several
hours they started back to look for him. They found
him lying dead, pierced with arrows: His tribe feared
to attack him while protected by the White men, and
had waited to find him alone.
ENCOUNTER WITH A BEAR.
IN the far Northwest two men took their axes and
went into the forest to cut wood. It was mid-
winter, and the snow was deep on the ground. The
choppers attacked a huge tree, and worked with such
good will that they soon brought it to the ground.
As it fell they were startled by a fierce growl, and a
bear sprang through the underbrush and stood before
them. Grim and fierce he looked as he faced them,
angry that any one should be so bold as to wake him
out of his long winter sleep. The woodcutters were
unarmed save for their axes; but they stood their
ground boldly, with their axes aloft, awaiting the
monster's attack. With a growl he started toward
them; but was met by two terrific blows, one of which
gashed his shoulder, while the other crashed through
his skull, arid laid him on the ground to rise no more.
DRIVEN FROM HIS TRIBE.
'T HERE is one crime that Indians cannot forgive,
and that is cowardice in battle. A certain chief
of the Blackfeet had, in a battle with the Sioux, shown
himself a coward at heart. A few days later the whole
tribe assembled round the striped post, and the elders
held judgment on the chief who had so grievously
failed. in his duty. The warriors, who previously
had watched for his every word and sign, appeared
no longer to take any notice of him; they only cast
reproachful glances at him. Though he was defended
by a few of his relations, he was condemned by a large
majority, and cast out in disgrace. The squaws tore
down his eagle's feathers, robbed him of his scalps and
rther marks of honour, and drove him with scourges
out of the camp. His goods were divided among the
tribe, and all were forbidden to mention his name.
TREED BY A WOLF.
OUNG Dandie Green once lost his way in the
woods. He wandered around for some time, be-
coming more and more confused. Presently a rustling
in the thicket alarmed him, and he climbed up into
the branches of a tree. He was not a moment too soon,
for a wolf was already prowling about below,-- a gaunt,
strong, savage animal, looking up at him and howl-
ing round and round the tree. Dandie was in a trap.
He felt a chill numbness creeping through his veins,
and a strange drowsiness overpowering him. Then he
knew that the worst had come. If he fell from the
tree he would fall into the very jaws of the wolf
below. At this moment, however, he heard the hum
of voices and the crackling of brushwood; his friends
had tracked him, and in less time than it takes to write
S about it the wolf was dead at the foot of the tree.
THE INDIAN SENTRY.
TWO trappers had made their headquarters in a
cave. One evening after they had entered the
cave, and as usual concealed the opening by a careful
arrangement of branches, a large war party of Indians
rode up, dismounted, and began to make preparations
as if for several days' stop. The trappers had no water
in the cave, and so at the end of twenty-four hours
decided to make an effort to escape. At midnight they
left the cave and began to steal through the encamp-
ment. Suddenly they espied an Indian sentry. He
must be passed, so one of the trappers began to crawl
toward the unsuspecting redman. Waiting till his
back was turned, he suddenly clapped one hand over
his mouth, and caught him fast around the neck with
the other. In silence he was thrown to the ground
and gagged, with his arms and legs firmly fastened.
BIM AND HIS BROTHER.
S THE following- sad story of the violent death of his
brother was told me by an old trapper, familiarly
called Bim. He and his brother had got separated
while chasing a big-horn. Bim hac heard his brother's
gun, and concluded that he had shot the game they
were in search of. He therefore took things easily,
and did not hurry to his brother. When at length he
did find him, the poor fellow was in the last agonies of
death, having been overtaken by a grizzly in a place
where there was no shelter or way of escape. His
bullet had not killed the animal, and the enraged beast,
hugging him in his huge jaws, had torn the trapper's
face and chest with his teeth in a terrible manner.
S Bim was 'just in time, to give the monster another
bullet, which closed his career, and to fetch water and
S attend to his poor brother in his dying moments.
A VIGILANT SENTINEL.
A SlMALL party of adventurers were encamped in
an open plain. As was customary, one man kept
guard while the others slept. The guard in the early
part of the night was a young man, new to the wild
life of the plains. His watch was nearly over when
he saw a crouching figure moving stealthily toward
him. Throwing forward his rifle, he challenged, but
received no answer. He did not dare to go forward to
investigate, for the prowler might not be alone; so
hastily entering the tent he aroused his companions.
A few words explained the situation, and the whole
party seized their weapons and left the tent. One of
them raised his rifle and fired at random. At the
sound, not one, but three men sprang from the long
grass and fled into the darkness. Their object had
undoubtedly been murder and robbery.
ALONE AND HELPLESS.
SOME hunters were passing through the woods when
suddenly they came upon an Indian squaw. She
was seated on a fallen tree, and held in her arms a
sleeping baby. At first the hunters feared that there
were Indians in the neighbourhood, and questioned
her sharply; but her sad story quickly reassured them.
Her husband had been driven from his tribe because
of his friendliness to the whites, and she had gone
with him. They had intended to go to another tribe,
where they knew that they would be well received;
but the luckless Indian had been killed in an encounter
with a bear, and thus the poor squaw was left alone
and helpless in the vast forest with her little one.
This had happened two days before, and since then she
had not touched food. The hunters took her with
them, and finally sent her back to her tribe.
THE FALCON BOYS.
C HARLES and Henry Falcon once started out for
a week's hunting. The home they left was not a
comfortable house in the city, but a rough log cabin
in the midst of the wilderness. As they left the
house, their father cautioned them to be careful, as
he had learned that day of the near presence of a
body of hostile Indians; but the boys spent the
whole week without a ,glimpse of an enemy, and at
last started for home. It was growing dark as they
approached the house, and they quickened their foot-
steps to reach their home in time for the evening meal.
Suddenly the sky was. lit by a ruddy glare. Dashing
to the top of the intervening hill, they beheld the log
cabin on fire, and surrounded by a mob of Indians.
They knew they could not help their parents, and
so returned to the woods for safety.