Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-06-15
her girlhood --s'don't you know
you have been quoting 'Pinafore' all
through your sermon, and indeed the poor
children could scarcely help it.
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SCARED.
The hardships and perils Of life upon
the border wave we're not all endured By
our fforefathers. Even now upon the re-
mote frontier there are people living
through hours Of privation and terror,
which we, in our safe and convenient
homes, know nothing Of.
The adventure related in this simple
sketch occurred only a few months since,
upon the Kansas frontier, during the
late troubles with the Cheyenne Indians.
Mr.. HUDSON, former resident of In
diana, had met with business reyerses,
in consequence Of which he determined
to begin life anew in the far west. He
gathered what little household property
was left to him, and in a wagon drawn
by two horses journeyed to his new
home
He selected land far from any railroad
or settlement, because such land was
cheaper, and having built himaelf log
cabin, he managed in much privatlon TO
live through the first year.
The Indian troubles began during the
second year, and caused the family a good
deal of anxiety. They were not molest-
ed, however, and had begun to feel almost
easy again. One day Mr. Hobson had
gone to his nearest neighbours, a distance
Of several miles, with his horses and
wagon. Mrs. Hobson was in the house
boiling hominy, ina kettle in the great
replace She needed bucket Of water,
aud started to get it, when, as she. reached
the door of the cabin, she saw a dozen In
dians coming directly to the house.
They did not see her. Without wait
ing to fasten the door, she caught her
baby, an.infant of eight months, from its
low box-cradle, and in her fright rushed
up ladder which stood in one corner Of
the house to low loft above.
| Laying the baby on a pile of qnilts,
with desperate strength she pulled the
ladder up after her, and shut down. the
trap-door. Then she crouched in cor
ner by the chimney with her babe in her
| arms.
The savages entered the lower room,
and commenced searching and plumber
ing in great glee.
They snatched the clean, blue wooden
coyerlets and blankets from the beds and
wrapped themselves in them, threw the
! the pillows on the floor and sat upon
them, and appeared particularly delight
ed with the feather-bed, which was the
pride of Mrs. Hobson's heart
Through crack in the floor, which
was also the ceiling of the lower room,
Mrs. Hobson watched them. Every in
slant she feared their noisy shouts would
wake the baby; but fortunately the child
was undisturbed by the revel going on
below.
In a few minutes the savagcs discov-
cred the kettle of hominy, and in great
glee it was set upon the hearth, dipped
out into pans, pots, crooks, gourds, any
thing they could lay hands on, and de-
voured. Even in her terror Mrs. Hobson
wondered what their throats were make
Of that they could swallow it so scalding
hot
] It appeared to sharpen their appetites,
for they began to search for more food
potatoes under cupboard.
"PaddYs! paddys!" he shouted, glee-
fully; "Injun roast paddys; make big
fire, get big roast. Big heap paddy!'
Mrs. Hobson knew that many of the
Indians called Irish potatoes ''paddys,'
so; though she could rot see the sack, she
knew what they had found. They re-
turned to the fireplace, and poured the
potatoes down IN heap on the floor
Then they drew the Goals and ashes upon
one side, and soon had nearly a half
bushel Of the potatoes roasting in the
ashes.
! They sat down to wait for their ex.
pected feast and as Mrs. Hobson peeped
through the crack in the floor at them
SO dirty, ugly and repulsive. q way of es
cape occurred to her. What could she
do1
| AS she glanced despairingly round the
low, dark loft, she saw i'll a corner no lit
tic red chest Nov came an answer II
her question:.
sHenry's powder is IN that chest. I
| could only throw some of it down int
the fire and frigten them. or burn then
little!''
II can! CAM she thought the mex
instant eff can get my hand into tht
hole in the, chimney, can"
4. S4COPAAS oOACAy W ClIC SAAAAOJf DIN
put up her hand and felt for the hole
This chimney was built Of mud and
sticks, and up in the loft the mud hat
dried, cracked and broken away in on,
plnce. MI. Hobson had often declared
he must mend that hole, but he was al
ways SO busy it was not yet done, ant
now how glad Mrs. Hobson was that i
was still there.
| She found that the hole was larg,
enough to admit her hand, and then sh'
was sure her plan would work, for sh'
knew that these Cheyennes were the yer
lest coaards, easily scared at what the,
did not understand.
| Very slowly and carefully she crept to
the chest, opened it with the creates
care, and took out the can of powder. II
doing SO she saw small tin mustard
box, which contained some sulphur Til,
very thing she thought. u don't know
what they'll do together, but the sulphur
will nearly choke them to death, In
sure, and I'll try it,
!; She poured part Of the sulphur from