Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1872-03-22
Grlegtc0 1ilisccIlanD.
An Indians Revenge.
AN INCIDENT IN MISSOURI.


The lofty oaks swayed in the fierce West
wind like reeds, while their moss-g grown
| branches cracked aud snapped with the tenn
| pests might. The birds flew round in circles,
bewidered and tcmpest-driven, while no liv-
ing thing else was visible in the wild forest
around. Jusr ahead was a little clearing
where a log house showed lis rough gray
sides, the lonely spot held. From its rude
chimney. builr Of clay and sticks, thrown IN
against the North side Of the rude cabin, the
smoke poured forth in liiful puGs, as fit shar-
ed the general tumult
Within its walls was warmth and cheer A
! hardy old back woodsman, DER whose sloul-
ders tie gray hair hung in mass, was pol
! lshing "A rifle v hose barrel shoue like silver,
| while yonng girl sat near the blazing fire
place, drcanily watching him. and now and
again casiinp a longing look towards the door.
Father, the boys viii say your rife is
rather too bright to have seen much service y
she ventnrcd, with sly laugh at the old man s
| rising color.
and there's not one O them but knows
can Use IT.. he replied, starting up MS loud
rap sounded on the stout oaken door.
If ye are friends, enter"
The door Was pushed open, and n young In
dian Of remarkable presence entered who
crossed the cabin with naughty tread and
aced his gun upright IN corner IS be threw
himself upon pile of skins which lay near by
''Ite night has fallen; the storm has driven
the birds to their nests darkness and danger
are abroad, he said, in clear, low tones, as he
turned big stern, dark eyes upon the young
woman With meaning glance. She had
.prung up at his entrance, and was at the foot
Of The rough steps which led to the low lott
above, but the chiefs words drew her back to
her fathers side
II know IT, and The signs point strong for
an awful rough day following this nights
work, " and he trappcr shook his head anx-
loGsly. as he looked at his daughter.
The Indians gaze, too, rested on her pale
features, and as the fre-light shone on his
proud supple figure and handsome face, it was
Iii by an expression one might fancy portend-
ed res engcf0l satisfaction but for u moment
only. II faded awar, ard left shade of
s"ornful sadness GU the fine olive-tined fea-
lures.
- wish knew where the boys were They
surely would not try TO ford the river in this
storm They know it's mighty treacherous
and uncertain stream"
Oh, father is there danger? Why, the
river where they nre canped is but thread
aud once over on this shore they could not
lose their way" Janet responded eagerly
''The waters are giants the strength Of the
Young warriors would be as the doe when the
hunter is upon her."
Cheer up, Janet. girl, " said the bluff Ole
man. Henry and Tom not babes They
have seen worse storms than this aye, and
fought them too"
Not a word further escaped the lips Of Janet
Turner. hatevcr Der heart felt Of dread aud
anxiety for the absent, or impotence at the
presence of the red man, she showed it not
She was proud rs the Indian himself; and
would not have him read her thoughts, and
deem her fall Of girlisb fances.
Her fHthpr returned 10 his rife in gloomy 81
lence, while the Indian rose and approached
Janet.
'Tbe dove likes not to hear the tongue of
the red brother plead With her Her heart is
as the ice on the rivers bosom The horns Of
the deer hang up in the wigwam. but he goes
no more 10 the chase His hearts heavy, for
the dove llulters away"
''Laiak knows the dove loves him not
Her heart has gone forth TO auothern Janet
murmured, as her heart dropped low over her
work
The old trapper was oblvious Of anything
passing, as. having flushed his task, be walk
ed back and forth through the apartment,
pausing now aud then to brighten mp the logs
-" ficli glowcd rHddily on the hearth, sending
fort suideG shower Of sparks into the room,
"iiicl' fell aud turned Hack where they lay.
Janet started ~ in eager haste, as she heard
The sh4rp hoois Of IN approaching horse, and
long ere the echo Of his step had ceased, che
bad Hung the door open, and stood in tfem-
bliGg anticipation on the threshold.
4 stranger dis:nounte1, and the light from
the cabin played over bis drcnched figure, as
he asked permission to enter.
Come 10, and welcome. Old Jamie Turner
would turn no man away in ouch a storm as
this. Tie your horse under youder shed IT'S
a sore night for the poor beast, but we have no