Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-04-30
The Little sac's Revenge.
BY THEODORE.

al wish you would come out to the
tile, all hands!p said Fay Lovejoy,
thrusting her curly head through the
vines that shaded the east porch, very
early one summer morning.
Hod and Tom Loyejey and / forsook
our graham gems and breakfast bacon,
and the stile was occupied directly.
"Look there! j" said Fay, pointing with
her trembling little hand across the west
ern prairie.
"Great oornstalks ~ exclaimed Hod !;
" if it was'n,ta disparagemenE to Satanic
Majesty, I should sag he had started out
upon a parade with a band of his most
hideous fmps and angels !"
"Pooh . said Tom, with greater show
of pracncality :" it's only old Mo-ko-ho
ko and crowd of his bedlzened Sacs 60
ing to town for a spree"
"What queer, horrid creature I'm
going to hide,n said Fay and she jumped
quickly from the stile and hid herself in
the tall grass below, where she might
peep through the fence unseen by the ap-
preaching pageant.
Soon the Indians came Gathering up to
us. Chief Mo ko-ho ko sported two ponies,
upon one of which he rode, the other being
loade down with such tropics as could
not be suspended from his own mOnstrous
bulk. The tawdry fnery of the squaws
and braves faunted brilliantly in the
morning sun. Numerous small Indians,
mounted upon untamed mustangs, career
ed along like the attendant imps to " his
Satanic Majesty"
"There's a pappoOse squalling some
where. Does anybody see t?" Tom
said, while the caravan was sweeping past
the stile.
40, l see it ] see it," said Fay, pop
ping up her head, forgettul of her intend
ed secrecy. It's in q bag hanging from
the back of the woman on the speckled
pony Poor tiny creature no wonder 1t
cries, for that wicked little girl on the next
pony is pinching Its ears. 0, why don /
the mother squaw turn round and slap her
good p cried Fay, Indignantly.
There, she's catching hazy nowI"
laughed Tom, applaudingly.
Turning Suddenly, the mother squaw
detected the misehevous little tormentor
nlhicting her prosecuting pinches. With
an angry cutlery she raised her hand and
gave tie gil . blow that sent her reeling
from her horse and laid her sprawling in
the dust. TIE girl jumped quickly up.
however, and, running forward, caught
her pony by the tail and attempted to re-
gain her place upon It's back. The mother
squaw, seeing her design, seized the pony
by the name and led it off on q gallon,
leaving the little cuIprit badly in the
lurch. Chief Mo-ko-ho-ko for once was
moved to follow the example of squaw,
and the whole company went flying ovet
the prairie. The girl trudged after with
lazy stoicism so natural to the Indian
race.
Eff that thar brat doE't heV ter tramp
1t all Their way ter Lawrence, thirty miles
or more, I'll never bet on an Initn's dan
der agin,not |, !" said Jim Graft, the prairie
sOd-breaker, who was starting off to his
work mounted on the cushioned seat of his
chariot-plough drawn by two spans of
premium horses.
Rather an imposing spectacle they
present, The glory of the poor Indian
hasn't entirely departed after all,7 said
Hod,as we returned to the breakfast table.
i" Just wait till they come back this way
IN three or four days. said Tom. "Tkey'il
be drank and dirty enough. All their
tGggery will have been swap-peeP for
whlskey, and their war paint will have
been washed off in the gutter.n
Tom had had the benefit of several
weeks experience in Kansas, having come
out from st. Louis early in Nav. Hold and
Fay had arrived onl y the dav before
hence the Sac Indians were curiosity to
them.
Several days passed, during which Fay
kept up constant watch fer the return OF
the Indians. She began to fear at length
less they had made final Emigration to
some far off hunting ground.
" Never fret, fairy lass,n said Jim.
:. They Il fetch up in good time, drunk as
holders and naked as circus tumbIers. Tve
seen lDjuns rice inter town Ike princes
and ride out ike paupers"
One afternoon Fay sat upon the stile.
beneath the shade of two spreading 10.
Gusts, busily engaged in Transforming
oman, her monsJrous negro doll, into an
Indian squaw. She had bestuek her with
feathers, streaked her ebony face with
scarlet paint, and tricked her out in vari-
Gus ways, producing a comical effect
Perhaps an hour had elapsed, when Fav
started sudd nj y, poised herself erect and,
shading her eyes with her hand. stood
gazing lntentlv over the eastern prairie
Next selzlng Dlnah, she jumped from the
stlle and hld herself in the grass. 7 sal
10 tie house by the window, watching ir
state OF curious expectancy. Pretty soor
small rider appeared III sight, leading BY
the name speckIed pony. From the back
OF the pony was suspended saddle bag
and from the mouth Of the bag protruae1
haby's head. | readily recognized the
little Indian girl anu the crying pappoose
before described. The girl passed the
mouse In stealthy manner, placing hen
hand over the haby's mouth for the pur.
pose p, Of preventing any possible QUERY
Inc entrance to hfty-acre corn field Law
not many rods away. This the GIRL an
proached, aGd halting, looked about Or
every side to see if she was seen bv any
one, Fays blue eye among the bendino
gases and my own behind the vine.
eWfeathedWmdow,w were hidden even from
he piercing gaze of the little Indian maid.
"a Dlsmounting, she unwrapped the
Saooie-oag from the back Of the speckIed
pony and threw 1t over her own shoulders
after which she dismissed the ponies bv
giving each vigorous kick with her
ihoccasned loot; and then, SEALING the
renee, she disappeared in the corGfaId
Hay came INTO the house breathlesa with
eAc!tement, and exclaimed-uqha I'LL
INDIAN girl has stolen the pappoose and
run run. away with the speckled pony, lust to
Very likely" replied.
but what's to be done about it? The
'@ !. W ought to be rescued immediatelvo
NJ we can't do anything,o said 7
4 would be helpless task to att '
s " cesG9 D a little Indian in ffty-acFe