The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-04-10

tant howlings OF q pack of wolves, and
the nearer hoetings of AZ owl
Reader, have you ever stood and waited
for time to end? If so, you can conceive
how slowly PASSED the ages-for so they
seemed to her--ere her husband returned.
} She heard the cracking of the whip and
! his che0ry voice down the road. Switter
than the wind she few to meet him. and
!, fell wordess and senseless at his feet.
Good Heavens, Mary! What is itP"
But there was no answer. Raising the
unconscious form in his arms the alarmed
husband rushed homeward leaving his,
J team to plod along as they would. When
he reached the crest of the hill, and saw.
not his home, but vacancy--saw the
black ruins still sending up a tiny smoke,
he sank down with q groan helpless al
most as the burden he bore. AS he had
climbed the hill with his fainting wife,his
fatherly instinct had pointed to his son.
He expected to fnd h IN pallid corpse;
perhaps arrayed for burial but beautiful
$50 beautiful in death. But thls-home-
less and childless--was more than the
strong man could bear.
RsllyiDg, he lifted up his wife, and
carried her to the spot. He chafed her
form till lie brought life to her again and
then she told him the sad and fearful
story.
Together they raked over all the en-
bers OF the burned dweilIng-together
they went over the farm and the woods,
and together they shouted the name of
their son, till the tears blinded them aud
the great sobs rose up and choked them
Charley! Charley Charleyl" the woods
rang with tue cry, the owl hootcd in re-
Spouse. and the distant pack of wolves
stopped their dismal orgies to listen, but
no Charley was there to come. .s1
Morning found the wretched parents
turning over again and again, the ashes
and dead Goals Of their house. The pa
tient oxen stood yoked q. the gate, still
hitched to the wagon they had drawn all
the previous day. In his grief the settler
had had but one thought, and that tho't
was Charley" Unyoking his team
while his wife was preparing a little food,
they ate few mouthiuls and set about
more systematic search. About two miles
away lived Choctaw hunter rejoicing
Al the appellation OF big Bear. Skin"
} beneath whose uncOuth exterior and
swarthy SKIN there beat heart softene6
by the milk OF human kindness"
To his cabin repaired Mr.. Armstrong
and told his story. Tae Ia dian listened
IN silence; not muscle moved on his
face, not culver around his glittering
eye rs be heard the rtcltal. When it Was
fiuished he only said, "Big-Bear,Skin GO
and see! And away he went.
Further on was ann.her encampment-
quite village in lact-where lived the
chief of he band. Thitner repaired the
unhappy tather, and as he and tue chief
were great frienGs, the later collected
his braves and set out to the burned
dwelling. Arriving there they founr
Big-Bear- Skin intently studying the
; gr0und.
"What is iti" demanded the settler.
Tracks heap. Moccasin tracks all
round. Greek Indians - no ChoOtaW
: moccasin here"
At the name of the dreaded Creeks a
tremor crept through the frames Of the
settler and his wife, but still there spraug
up little hope-their child might be
yet alive and be ultimately restored TO
their arms. A hurried consultation was
held, and the chief and his braves set off
rapidly on the trail of the Greek depre.
datnrs. Big Bear Skin alone remained
behind. Mr.. Armstrong proposed going
with them, but the chief sternly forbade
him, saying.
white man stay with squaw. Choc-
taw find Creek nigger-kill um heap
bring pale tace papoose home = glad
heap
When they had departed Big Bear Skin
sought the spring followed by the unhap-
py father and mother. When near the
spring the Indian gave a sudden grunt.
"What is it?" came from the parents,
for long intercourse with the red man
had laugh; them to attach a significance
to sounds utterly meaningless in civilized
society.
"Papoose 60 this way" and he struck
off at right angles through the thicket.
With hearts too full for utterance the
settler and his wife followed closely be-
hind. Presently the Indian stopped, and
when they came up he said:
"Let white squaw 90 back and stay
white man go with Big Bear-Skin."
"Please let me go tool" pleaded the
wife as she caught her husbands arm, and
looked appealingly in the Indians face.
white squaw must stay!" repea'ed the
AhNidh, anu IucIo was JuSb SuaQo OF
scorn mingled with impationce in his
tone.
cit is best as be says, dear Mary" and
her husband. "Go back, please, .ill we
return, and pray that we may succeed"
and the wretched husband caught his
more wretched wife to his bosom in 4
passionate embrace.
Back, therefore, she went to pass an
other long, long and weary day. Slowly
the sun mounted up to the meridian