Plymouth weekly banner. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1856, 1855-09-20


/ er instant from the rear of the wigwan
issued the same cooling notes that had s.
sweetly disturbed his mournful rever.
once before. In another instant III
shadows again intercepted the sunbsa m s
fleeing almost as quick as seen. AS i
passed. Hugh felt. rather than saw, tia
something was thrown in; but when. n
the sunshine again played upon his knees
he beheld pair of moe casins resting ther,
n wilder. stronger pulse beat in his bo
som. for he felt that the hour of his de
livsrance was nigh. He remembered tha
on the morrow grand hunt came of, ht
knew that on such occasions all the brav
est of the brave were gone, and inferred
that as he should be left IS he had beer
many times before, in the care Of only
the squaws and perhaps one or two Indi-
ans. his deliverer had selected that pro
pi.ious time to effect his escape.
With laden wings rolled on the hsurI
that intervsned between tho token and the
time. But the morrow's sun dswned Al
length. and with lis first beam the hunters
sped away. But so many duties had they
left their captive to perform. that il va,
late in the afternoon ere he could repair
TO his accustomed ssat bssids ;he river.
But oil day his somewhat weary heart had
been cheered by those cooling sounds that
first woke hope. Now they seemed cir
cling in the air above him. now stealing
up out of the mossy ground. and anon
floating on the breath of the few flowers
that yet smiled in life. As ha neared the
water. louder and clearer rang the notss,
and following them. he was led a mile or
two down the bank 10 spot he rsmem-
oered as one whore the river indsnted the
grassy soil with tiny bay.
Scarcely had he stepped there ere q
light caros darted from under q shelving
hank, and at tho holm stood the Indian
friend. Hugh had lived long enough
with red men 10 understand unspoksn
language, and q sign from his delivsrer
ives enough 10 tell him thai he must crouch
in the bottom Of the Tiny Graf, and remain
motionless. under some skins.
The sun set and the moon rose and still
tho canoe sped on over the blue. calm
waves. and no, until midnight was it
moored, aud thsn Hugh know that he was
safe. Up a steep hedge of rocks did his
conductor lead him. and through long.
narrow and dark aises, whose bottom
but for tho friendly moccasins, would
have sadly torn aud bruised his feet. At
length they stopped. and The Indian. re-
leasing his grasp. lighted a torch and re-
yealsd 10 the white man the fac! he had
guessed. that they were deep In the earth.
and IN one OF those weird.lke caverns of
which legend loves TO sing. A FIRE was
kInd!ed, the smoke somehow finding vent
for itself yi!hou. annoying the lockers on.
and soon over the crimson Goals that drop
ped on 10 the rude hsarthstons. was
broiled vonison steak that the Indian
had taken from his wild looking larder;
and refreshed the happy Hugh, in less than
two hours after he had entered The cavern.
slept soundly on a couch Of dried grass,
and dreamed beautiful vision. of homo.
For several days they sarried there. the
Indian going out each morning, but re-
turning regularly at sunset. and always
bearing plentiful supply of game
When a week had elapsed. simply say.
ing TO Hugh. 1--WE 60 now; they no find
us" he led him forlh and commenced
journsying toward the south. One night.
after they had been long on the road,
they walked to much latter hour than
ususl-walksd till Hugh. who had lancied
several times through tho day he discern.
ed familiar trials. and thought he must be
near his home. became lost as il were, and
followed his guide blindiy. thinking in
his WEAKNESS and psrplexity he must have
been mistaken, and was still in a strange
wood. They rested at length. but the
white man had scarcely. i: seemed 10 him
closed his eyes. ere his Indian friend
awoke him. and together they toiled up
steep wooded hill that rose directly be-
fore them. But The intense soul thrilling
joy of the long absent one can only be
conceived. when, on reaching its summit.
he behsld close at hand tho valley OF his
choice. the home OF his heart.
When his emotion was some what pas
sed, he turned TO his deliverer. and in the
mute but expressive signs of Indian lam
guage told his thanks. The red man heard
him through, and then pointing to the
dwelling of Hugh. said in the brief woras
he had learned of English tongue. "Many
moons ago Indian sick. tired. hungry.-
He 60 TO white mans cabin-hs no turn
him off; he give him suppsr-let him sleep
on his skins-take blanket from his pref
ty squaw; he good to him ill he want to
go. DE that Indian. Me no forget
Now me pay you. Go home."
Oftener than ever did Hugh's little ones,
as they bounded on his knees, beg for The
story of the ''livs Injun;' and when he
had passed away to the green. and silent
graveyard. they in turn told it to their
little ones. nor failed TO draw from ii
moral. beautiful and holyas was the Indi-
ans gratitude.
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