Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-06-29

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Out in the edge of the woods, where
| the burnt piece which had been cleared
for the schoolhouse bordered the tim
Der, caught glimpse Of some object
crawling slowly forward from behind a
root. .'. fe.... :.
There were dry tire-weeds and sprouts
| in the way. 1 could not see the object
distinctly. But it crawled along to the
blackcned stub Of a great yellow birch,
and Strengthened up behind it, as if about
| to climb it. Then I saw an Indians head
thrust stealthily out from one side Of the
old stump, and the savage looked toward
| the schoolhouse.
cannot describe the feeling that the
sight gave me. 1t flashed into my mind
in ar instant that it was an Indian that I
had seen down at the ''slew" and that he
had waylaid Lettic.
'George!' cried Mr.. Fifield, sharply,
stake your place in the class"
"Mastcr,'' said with very white
face, suppose, there's an Indian out
DOORS"
"What?" exclaimed Mr.. Fifeld.
''Thcre's an Indian with gun, watch
lug the schoolhouse!'' 1 repeated. g.
Mr.. Fifeld started to 90 to the window.
But Clint exclaimed:
Don't look out, master; I wouldn't
look out, master"
II don't believe there are any Indians
watching the schoolhouse," said Mr.
Fifeld, rather sternly, for he was out of
patience with me for behaving as I had
''Then come here, sir" said I, "and look
out of this crack"
Instead of doing that, he walked bold
ly up to the back window, and with his
face close up to the glass, looked out.
The next thing l recollect was hearing
the sharp report of rifle, the shivering
Of glass, the fragments Of which flew
across the room, and seeing Mr.. Fitield
fall back into the aisle He never uttered
word. He was killed instantly.
Two OF three frightful war-hoops came
at the same moment. Imagine if you can,
what panic there was in the school
house! The little scholars all began to
scream,
ssGet down under the benches, out
sight, every one of your shouted Clint,
as he ran to the door to put the "prop'
against it. We had kept a large prop in
the room ever since the reports Of Indians
attacking the settlers come to us. After
putting it up, Clint called Charley to
help him hold it.
1t was hardly in the place before the
door was violently shaken. Then came
heavy thuds against it, as if from a stone
prop held it. But We heard the savages
begin to hack and chop at it with their
hatchets or axes.
l had got my gun from the corner
where Mr.. Fifeld allowed us to set our
guns, but there was only a partridge
charge in it. We could hear the savages
running round the house; and a moment
after a great stone crashed through the
four-pane window on the south side.
Glass and stone flew over the benches.
The whole window was knocked in
The little scholars screamed again.
One of the redskins jumped up outside,
and, catching hold OF the window-sill
with his haRds, thrust in his head and
yelled at us. He was an ugly looking
wretch-more like demon than
human being
The moment his head came IN, almost
without thought, l fired at him. 1t was
only charge of small shot; yet the muz-
zle Of the gun was hardly ten feet from
the savage. He gave a howl, and I heard
him tumble down outside the window.
The scoundrels probably supposed We
were all children, and had no thought
that we had guns. They expected, no
doubt, to get our young scalps without
much trouble.
I had hardly fired at the savage in the
window when the two in the door cut
through and stove in one of the panels.
In came the muzzle Of a gun! Charley
and Clint jumped off the prop and
lodged to one side, as the Indian fired
into the room. Clint ran at once and
seized his own gun.
The next moment the prop slipped
down, and both of the Indians came in,
headlong! One, thick, coarse-faced
ruffian, had an ak; the other, very tall
Indian, had the gun he had just fired
through the door.
The instant they tumbled IN Clint fired
at the one with the ak. Dropping the ak, he
clapped both hands over his stomach, and
with fearful squeal, ran out, half dou-
bled up
I hadn't had time to reload; but l
knew that the tall Indians gun was emp
ty. So 1 raised mine and took aim at
him, as if was going to shoot Out he
went at one leap after the other, to escape
being shot.
We shouted and ran out after them.
and just as got to the door, I saw the
one Clint had shot fall at the edge of the
timber. The tall one had gone in anoth-
er direction, and in moment was out of
sight.
We ran out to the one we had seen fall
He lay amongst the dry tire-weed, just at
the point of death.
Don't touch him!' Clint said.
Then / thought of the one 1 had shot
In the back window, and we ran back to
look for him. He was not there. He
had either run off or crawled away, and
we never found him. ~ ..
The little scholars had come out
from under the benches, and were crying
over Mr.. Fields body. But 1 could
think only of Lettie. 1 was sure the saw
ages had waylaid her, and started for
the "slew" as fast as I could run. expect
ed to find her scalped and dead.
Before had got to the "slew" saw
her dinner-baskct lying in the road. The
sight of it made me cold and sick at heart
Near it was her arithmetic and one of her
scarlet mittens, andB tout in the ditch lay
her geography.
Fairly wild with excitement and grief,
l called to her again and again. There
was no answer. Then searched through
the alder thickets about the "slew" and
out into the timber.