The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-12-13
To all this the Indian chief made no

/ first he had resolved 10 possess ner hiD-
self. and was now devising means to
get rid of Norman. AT last, hitting
upon one that suited his fancy, he
Jumped to his feet and said;
"Let the white chief go to his wig
wan and sleep till day, that he may be
refreshed for his long journey, while
Hard Heart seeks the tent Of Lodi and
forms plans of torture, should they re-
turn. Hard Heart fears not how many
white chiefs return. His warriors are
powerful. Tomorrow the chief can
claim his dove" and opening the can
vass, he notioned for Norman to fol-
low.
Seeing him enter his wigwam, and
placing two Indians to watch him, in
stead Of going, as he had said, to the
tent Of Lodi, Hard Heart directed his
steps towards lonely spot, where were
gathered together a dozen of his most
warlike and Notwithstanding braves.
Sitting down in their midst he began:
"Hari Heart is lonely. He would
have the pale dove for his bride, that he
may flee away into the heart Of the for
est before the return of her pale broth
ers. But he has kept her a captive for
another, white chief, who has come to
claim her and pay the ransom; but
Hard Heart would give up the gold to
have the pale-face cheer his wigwam.
The pale chiefs have escaped, and there
is nothing now for the red man to re-
venge himself upon. What shall be
done?"
LET the white chief dierp exclaimed
all. "Let him be put to death that the
bright, fair dove may be our chiefs
wife. Let it be before the great moon
rises tomorrow night"
''AIy brothers a1e brave men; they
would see their chief happy. 1t shall
be as they say. The pale chief shall
die. But how would my brothers of
the forest have him put to death? Let
them choose for themselves"
"Bring him forth and bind him to
stake, surrounded by faggots wet with
turpentine; then, when we have tor
tured him enough, set it on fire so that
it may burn slowly, that the white
chief may die by degrees. Does this
suit the great chief?" asked one more
depraved and ferocious-looking than
the rest.
at pleases Hard Heart. So long as
he dies, Hard Heart cares not how.
Bring him out and bind him, while /
tell Lodi, for what pleases US will please
the great chief Sanutee's daughter
and rising, he walked away, as the saw
ages began piling sticks around the
same stake which had witnessed the
death of many q poor soul before.
As soon as all was ready, and nothing
remained but to touch the match to the
combustible mass, four of the stoutest
Of their number proceeded to the wig
wan where Norman had Just fallen
into an uneasy slumber. Grasping him
rudely by the neck, they jerked him to
his feet, which they had previously
bound. Fastening his hands in the
same manner, they carried the greatly
terrified and aStonished villain to the
stake, where they bouud him fast. The
grey dawn of morning had just began to
render objects diseernible, when Nor
man, perceiving the situation of things,
at once surmised the dreadful fate in
store for him. His suspicious were at
once confirmed, as he recalled to mind
the offer and words of Hard Heart.
Calling out in q deprecating tone for
Lodi or some one to come to his rescue
and explain the cause Of this treatment,
he was answered by the former, who,
seeing him led forth, had left Hard
Heart sitting in her wigwam, much Ia
the uneasiness of Rissey, who SAT
crouehed in one corner, scarcely daring
to breathe, so much afraid was she OF
his frightful appearance.
''By what authority and for what
cause am I thus bound? ?'' demanded he,
with an oath.
"By the authority of Hard Heart for
your misdeeds," was the calm reply OF
Lodi.
IBID him order these bonds to be
loosed, that may claim my own and
go. What means this base treacherv Q
Dearly shall you pay for this IL ge,
free" e'
(which there is not much danger of
II your bonds were not loosed till 7 Go,
you free, you would remain standinq
till death released YOU" was the repl,
Of Lodi, as she cast a whitening. seorn
full glance upon his features, which ha,
assumed n hideous expression, so dis
tOrted were they with rage. 'Ha
Norman Burke, too know your his
tory, and well do you deserve the mos
ignominious DEATH set you free-th
murderer of Lenar,lo's ehild-the de
stroyer Of homes and happiness? Nev
er! neverl Die, for such is your doom
AS for your cursed gold, take it, I'll
the price of blOod-the hearts blood G
that innocent young wife who sleeps il
her distant landr' and throwing it a
his feet, Lodi exclaimed as she turne
to leave: "Diel and may it perish wit
you, villain and wretch that you srel
Gritting his teeth with rage, Norma
writhed beneath the bonds which hel
, him, swearing and calling upon Har
: Heart to release him, promising gold
: gold, gold; but it was Of no avail, fC
the relentless Indian pretended not I
hear, though every oath that he uttere