The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-06-19

return home, asked permission to take
the little boy home with them to the
camp, saying that he should be brought
back the next day.
"They did not dare show any nnwill-
ingness or fear and George, delighted
with their beads and flying feathers, ana,
more than all, with little dog they had
with them, begged to go. 30, Just as
the sun was setting, the cher LETT the
settlement, with George trotting along
contentedly by his side, holding the dog
by string.
"There wasn't much sleep that night
in the little log house; and guess
there were two pairs Of eyes that looked
often and anxiously down the road that
led from the village to the camp,
through all the morning and early after
noon. Just at shutdown they saw the
chief coming, with George sitting in
great state upon his shoulders-his
pockets and hands full of trinkets, and
upon his feet cunning little pair of
moccasins that one of the Indian women
had given him. "
"What did he have on his feet,
mamma 2"
Moccasins kind of shoe made of
deer-skin, and trimmed with beads"
"Oh, yes know now. Iwish had
'em, said Harry, looking down at his
little feet.
1.-THE old chief shook hands with
grandpa and..grandma, and said, Allen
much brave TO give him boy-good boy
not afraid-make good Indian.
After the little fellow had been
bathed and rested, he told glowing
stories of what they had done to please
him ; how they had danced, and played
on funny little reed flutes, and that he
and the little pappooses had turned
somersaults i'll the grass.
The little aOhat, mother 2"
P9ppooses, Harry the little In
dian children.
Yes, yes, 1 know; go on with your
story, mamma.
They made feast for him that
noon, and had nice soup, of which he
made his entire dinner AT length they
started for home, and he asked if the
little dog might go too. oh, said the
Indian, make SOul)-edt him-much
good for little white boy, ELI ="
"Oh, mamma Trevors - said Harry,
dropping his rolling-pin and dough to
the floor, and staring at her III wide
eyed wonder; Uacie George eat q
dog! should think he'd be shamed
OF hisself -
He stood for moment by his chair,
his eyes cast down in profound thought,
burylng his toes i'll his pie-crust and
then, creeping close to his mother
side, he asked
Will there be chiefs in this town,
mamma and will they want little boys
TO 60 home with them, and eat dog
soup, and get DlOggersOnS on their feet?
| guess, Norah, If you'll get my clothes
for me I'll put them on. If they should
come they'd think L was one of
their little scampoOses. You don't
want little Niniun for your boy,
do you, mamma? I'd rather be your
own little worker and help you make
pies and things, and pump water and
scour knives for Norah. You'd be lone
some If L didn't stay here and muse
you, wouldn't you, Norah ?"
That night, when the curly head and
tired little feet were ready for the crib,
and mamma had told him the prayer,
he looked out from between his fingers
and asked
Mamma, may make little pray
of my own.?" Then leaning his head
down again, he whispered softly If
you please, God, don't let any old In
dian chiefs come and tease me away
from my mother to be their little scam
poose, Or get poor Rover to make dog
soup Forever and ever. Amen. -
Little Corporal.