The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-07-03


Rolling-pin and pie-crust were sup
piled, and Norah gave sundry little de-
lighted winks and mods at Mrs. Trevors,
as the little warrior, looking like a
something between q Camanche chief
and a picture in a comic almanac, went
gravely to work, rolling and patting the
piece of dough, which soon assumed
colors entirely new in pie-crust !; his
feathers %1uttering, and the red robe
tapping about his white ankles and blue
and-red toes.
When your Uncle George was a lit
tie boy like you, Harry, your grandpa
was sent to new part of the country,
where there were few white people, to
trade with the Indians. I don't think
you would at all like to live as little
George had to. Instead of a nice
house like this, with pleasant p~arlors
and large, airy bedrooms, theirs was
built of rough logs, and had but a sin
gle room below, and a chamber over
head, with a ladder for stairs. When
grandpa was away, grandma used to
take the little children upthereto sleep,
and pull the ladder up after her, SO that
if the Indians came around, they could
not trouble her and the babies. There
was a camp of them only a few miles
from tie settlement, and ore day tbs
chief and some of his men came to the
village to attend to some business with
grandpa f; and when they were ready to
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 unwill-
ingness or fear /; and George, delighted
with their beads and fyingfeathers, and,
more than all, with a little dog they had
with them, begged to go. So, just as
the sun was setting, the chief left the
settlement, with George trotting along
contentedly by his side, holding the dog
by a string.
"There wasn't much sleep that night
in the little log house and l 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 a cunning little pair of
moccasins that one of the Indian women
had given him."
"What did he have on his feet,
mammal"
"Moccasins /; a kind of shoe made Of
deer-skin, and trimmed with beads"
"Oh, yes I; know now. Iwish 1 had
EN-" said Harry, looking down at his
little feet.
1.-THE old chief shook hands with
grandpa anil 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 in the grass"
1.-The little What, mother? :"
"Pappooses, Harry; the little In
dian children"
Eyes, yes, I know go on with your
story, mamma"
"They made a feast for him that
noon, and had a 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 soup-eaf him-much
good for little white boy, ell !"
"Oh, mamma Trevors !" said Harry,
dropping his rolling-pin and dough to
the floor, and staring at her in wide
eyed wonder; Uncle george cat a
dog! l should think he'd be 'shamed
of hisself !" .
He stood for a moment by his chair,
his eyes cast down in profound thought,
burying his toes in his rie-crust /; and
then, creeping close TO his mothers
side, he asked
evil there be chiefs in this town,
mamma ? and will they want little boys
TO 90 home with them, and eat dog