Richland beacon., 1881-09-10
Tsro Brave Little Girls.


two little girls slipped away from the
fort, and went down into q hollow, to
pick berries. It was Emmy, a girl of Z
years, with Bessie, her sister, not yet 8.
All at once, the sun flashed on some
thing bright, and Emmy knew that the
pretty painted things she had seen crawl
ing among the bushes must be hostile
Indians, with cleaning weapons in their
hands. She did not cry out, nor in any
way let them know that she had seen
them. But she looked all about, saw
that some Of the creeping Indians already
were between her and the fort, and
went on picking berries, as before.
Soon, she called aloud to Bessie, with
q steady voice "Don't you think it's
going to rain ?" So they both turned
and walked toward the fort. They
reached the tall grass, and, suddenly,
Emmy dropped to the ground, pulling
down Bessie, too.
"What are you looking for?" asked
the little sister, in surprise.
Then Emmy whispered to Bessie, and
both of them stole silently and quickly
on hands and knees through the long
grass, until they came to the road, when
they started up, ran swiftly to the fort,
dashed through the entrance, and had
the gate safely closed behind them
These girls are quite old now, but
they remember very we'll the day they
saved themselves, the fort which their
father commanded, and the soldiers and
other people in it. beside" Jsck-i,s-
U1e-PulpiI"
He is . handsome little fellow, with
black hair, which curls in silky, shining
rings, and soft, loving brown eyes.
see him almost every ono of these
bright spring days, trudging along be-
side Peter. He and Peter are constant
playfellows, and usually the best Of
friends.
Peters papa is mill-hand; and some.
times Peter and Jack 60 down into the
big mill to watch the sharp saw cut
screaming, through . monster log, sic
ing it up into clean, white boards, JUS
as his mamma slices up loaf of bread
Peter thinks.
At rare times he sits-a!ways will
Jack-on the Leavy log-carriage, which
goes rambling out over the watel
and then back into the mill, carrying it,
burden up to the cruel teeth of the saw
again.
Peter doesn't take these journeys
very often. His papa thinks it is moi
quite safe.
But, best Of all, Peter likes to play al
stream-driving on the logs which are
piled high and dry upon the steep banks
Of the mill-pond, awaiting the time
when, after the ice shall have melted
they will be rolled into the water AND
driven down to the mill.
Once in Q while, among these big
brown-jacketed fellows, Peter and Jacl
find o treasure. This is how it hap
pens.
Sometimes seam opens in a tree u
it stands straight, and green, aud
beautiful in the forest. The pitch, thu
trees medicine, oozes out, soft and
healing. The tree stands through
storm and shine until, at last, along
comes a man with An Ak, who fells 1t
trims of it, branches, and hauls it away
to mill.
Then Peters bright eyes espy it
"gum-log"-and Peters cap is tossed
in air, and Jacks voice rings out Joy
ously.
For doesn't Mr.. Gregg, the trader
give half o dollar . pound for gooe
spruce gum?
One day they found grand prize-a
long seam Just bubbling over with clear
smber-colored nuggets. To be sure, the
log VS. in . dangerous place-just or
y buv of the bapk-sud the snow haC