The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1877-07-11

drew nigh 10 spot, where lle young
hunter, Misunderstanding, and the In
dian chief were collected in an earnest
consultation. The former was urgent
in his manner, and seemed TO think
the subject of deep importance, while
Natty appeared to listen, with more
than his usual attention, to what the
other was saying. Mohegan stood a
little on one side, with his head sunk
en- on his chest, his hair falling for
wand, so as to conceal most of his
features, and his whole attitude ex-
pressive of deep detection, if not OF
shame.
sLet us withdraw" whispered Eliz-
abeth: 'swe are intruders, and can
have no right TO listen TO the secrets
of these men,"
"No right !" returned Richard, a
little impatiently, in the same tone,
and drawing her arm so forcibly
through his own as to prevent her re-
treat ''you forget, cousin, that l am
sheriff of this county aud it is my
duty to preserve the peace of the
county, and see the laws executed.
These wanderers frequently commit
depredations; though do not think
John would do any thing secretly.
Poor fellow he was quite booty last
night, and hardly seems to be over 1t
yet. Let us draw higher, and hear
what they say"
Notwithstanding the lady's reluc-
lance, Richard stimulated doubtless
by his nice sense of du4y, prevailed
and they were soon so near as dis
tinctly to hear sounds.
s'The bird must be had," said Nat
ty, "by fair means or foul. | gave
the last farthing, all to that shilling,
to the French trader, this very morn
ing, as / came through the town, fol
powder; so, as you have nothing, we
can have but one shot for it. l know
that Billy Kirby is out, and means to
have pull at the trigger at that very
turkey. John has a true eye for q
single fire, and somehow, my hand
shakes so, whenever l have to do any
thing extrawnary, that | often lose
my aim.
"This," cried the young man witt
an accent that sounded as if he tool
a bitter pleasure in his poverty, whilC
he held a shilling up before his eyes
-''this is all the treasure that | pos
sess-this and my rife? Now, in
deed, have become man of the
woods, and must place my sole dc
pendence on the chase. Come, Nat
ty, let us stake the last penny for Tho
bird; with your aim, it cannot fail t
be successful"
81 would rather it should be John
lad; my heart jumps into my mouth
because you set your mind SO mucl
ont; and I'm sartain that shall mis-!
the bird. Them Indians can shoe
one time as well as another; nothLIiir.
ever troubles them. ] sov Johr
here's a shilling tal..cs my rifle, an
g 15,,t a 'no' ~ ttile big turkey they'v
p'.. up at the stump. Mr.. Oliver
over anxious for the Greater, and II
} sure to do nothing when have owe
/ anxiety about it,"
The Indian turned his head glooon
lily, and, after looking keenly for
moment, in profound silence, at HI
l companions, he replied
r "When John was young, eyesigf
was not straighter than his bulle
| The Mingo squaws cried out at I'll
sonnd of his rifle. The Mingo wa
G riors were made squaws. When eli
, he ever shoot twice The eagle wei
S above the clouds, when he passed tt
i. wigwam of Ceingachgook; his featl
e ers were plenty with the women. BIZ
! see, he said, raising his voice, frol
/ the low, mournful tones in which |
e had spoken, to pitch Of keen e.
t element, and stretching forth bot
Y hands-"they shake like deer at I'll
{ VOLTS howl. Is John old? Whe
was Mohican squaw, with sevent
winters ! No! the white man bring
f old age with him--rum is his tom;
: hawk !"
"Why then do you use it, old man
: exclaimed the young hunter; evil
n will one, SO noble nature, aid the d
vices of the devil, by making himse
a a beast?"
"Beast! is John a beast!' reptile
S the Indian, slowly; Yes, yes-yC
/ say no lie, Young Eagle; John is
V beast"
: "Forgive me, old WARRIOR" cried Il
J. youth, grasping his hand; II shou
n be the last to reproach you. III
e curses of heaven light on the cupidit
that has destroyed such race. r
: member, John, that I am of your fan
n lily, and it is now my greatest pride
d The muscles of Mohegan relaxed
n little, and he said more mildly
e "You are a Delaware, my SOL
Il your words are not heard.-John ca
It not Shoot"
r. 81 thought that lad had India
p blood in him." whispered Richar
It shy the awkward way he handled n
e horses last night. You see, COZ, tn,
d never use harness. But the poor ft
low shall have two shots at the turke
II if he wants it, for I'll give him anot
d err shilling myself; though, perhaps,
e had better offer to shoot for hir
e They have got up their Christina
o sports, / find, in the bushes yonde
d where you hear the laughter ;-thoue
it is queer taste this chop has Fl
S turkey; not but what it is good ca