The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-03-18

/" don't feel any BETTER" said Patty
81 want somefin T. eat"
Me, tool" walled Johnny; and no
wonder, for they had eaten nothing since
noon of the day before.
where's my-papa?"
Alas! their father had met some bad
| men on the shore, who invited him to
drink with them. He had become intox
! icated and. in attempting to return to his
poor little children in the night, had been
| drowned But this they would not know
| till next day, and even the thoughtful
elder daughter was now so hungry that
she felt more concerned about her break
| fast than about her father
Have patience, dears,' said she. in
the tone she had often heard her mother
use.
q don't want patience, I want some
| fin & eotP' replied Patty, wiping her eyes
on her shawl. "Wisht this world was
one big doughnut, don't you? and only
US to eat it-no, wisht twas mince. e.piel'
There, there, pas coming" said Nan
ny, c,apping her hands. "Look down
the river and see his canoe"
The children screamed with delight.
There was certainly a canoe coming but,
alas as ii drew nearer, they saw, to their
dismay, that it was filed with Indians.
They've killed papal They've killed
papaw cried Nanny and Patty in chorus;
and, seizing Johnny between them, they
fled into the woods, where they all three
crouched under the bushes, hiding in
breathless fear, like a brood of young
partridges.
The Indians landed, kin1led fire, sat
down around it, and began to cook their
morning meal. After awhile Nanny
ventured to peep out from her hiding
place, but saw nothing of tomahawks or
scalping knives
perhaps they didn't kill father. after
all" thought she; land maybe they
didn't come here to kill us. Anyway, l
guess they aiut very bad Indians, for
their breakfast smells real nice"
The children's piteous cries for food
had pierced her heart and awakened all
her energies.
"They sha'n't starve," said she to her
self. Maybe the Indians will give US
some breakfast if we ask for it, There
are good kinds of Indians and there are
bad kinds; but I'm going to try"
The little ones were amazed when she
bade them come out from under the
bushes and go with her; but her fine
spirit had such sway over them that they
uCNcl tuOuSHt VI uISoDtyluS. NHe tOOk
a hand of each-this brave girl-and led
them fearlessly to the Indian campfire
Please may we have something to
eat?" said she, in low voice.
Fortunately the men understood our
language.
"Where you pappooses come from?"
they asked in surprise, for they knew no
one lived on the island.
Then Nanny told their story, and the
Indians listened soberly, with deep in
terest.
Come, pappooses; come eat; eat
plenty" said they, offering the children
stewed venison and corn-cake.
After what seemed to the hungry little
creatures delicious breakfast, the
friendly red men took them down the
river TO the nearest town and gave them
in charge to some benevolent people,
who kept them until they were claimed
by their Aunt Susan, heir mothers
sister.
[ have often wondered what became of
them in after years, for this is true
story; but it seems TO me if Nanny is still
living she must be right noble woman,
and | would gladly travel many miles TO
take her by the hand.-IoutHs Conn
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