Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1882-09-05

II would die rather than give her to
you," I cried.
perhaps you viii have the opportunity.
am commanding this little expedition.
When a warrior disobeys me. l run lance
through his body"
TRY it. then. Ny lance and half of my
knife are down yonder; but here are these
Notwithstanding one from my belt
..to repair the stupid blunder l made in
not letting the Englishman break your
head Just now"
''Do you insult me. wretch. Do you
challenge your chief"
"Yesi 1 challenge you. Poise your
lance now. Spur forward your horse
with that wounded limb. I'll show you
how chiefs will be treated who try to steal
a warriors lawful prize" He did not
venture TO advance.
1--WE will see about this the old
scoundrel muttered.
Thank you for the warning" retorted.
As collected and drove before me the
animals had made ready for the journey
When, at last, came up with the main
body. made nv way with all possible
celebrity to the chief of the tribe. He had
always befriended my father and myself.
/ related the whole affair, and knew
could rely on the brave who witnessed the
Sorcerers rescue for confederation of my
statement. I asked permission of the
chief to be the courier who should take
the news OF our success to the tribe the
following morning. He readily consented.
adding that it would be necessary to make
al preparations beforehand, and not lose
sight Of the animals | had captured, as
otherwise he would not be responsible for
them. We marched until midnight, when
we felt little safer from pursuit.
installed my prisoner IN my wigwam
on pile of skins. Cutting off slice of
dried meat, L offered it to her. Shedid not
appear to hear what said A nervous
tremor shook her whole frame.
Eat repeated. 1--WE are to have
long journey tomorrow, and you do not
want to be sick.'
II am not hungry" she replied.
My GIRL l said gravely. sit is not a
case Of Knowing whether or not YOU are
hungry You belong to me, and when
say eat. you must eat"
you Do you think you can intilnidate me !?
Miserable Indian. defy you"
Perhaps she expected that her words
would so enrage me that | would attack
her with the knife. On the contrary. how
ever, they pleased me.
You possess spirit" returned. 80
much the better. Do you expect to make
me angry by calling me an Indian. did
not choose to be one, bnt since am, will
be, every inch. Now eat; as said, the
journey will be rough Tomorrow"
'.Dios she cried, concealing her face in
her hands, "why was | not buried alive ?'?
because one cannot change ones des-
tiny. 1t is quite possible that the soldiers
may overtake us, and kill me tomorrow,
in which case you will be free again. So
don't despair too soon, but eat, l say. One
don't have such clear faculties while fast
ing
We conversed in Spanish, in which
language she seemed well versed, though
] could see, not accustomed to lengthy
conversations. She eagerly caught the
second part of my sentence, and eXcitedly
exclaimed:
us it possible that the soldiers may
overtake US tomorrow ?'
1T is probable /; and it is altogether GER
tain that they will have you only with my
life. Our chances. you see, are about
even. You have scarcely more reason to
grieve than | and in order to be prepared
for everything let us take what rest we
may"
DO not approach me, or else she
seized the stump of knife. and, sprnging
up. branished it with an awkwardness that
moved me to laughter.
Lay aside the knife" | said good
humoredly you are under my protection.
Though you are my prisoner. you have
nothing whatever to fear from me-"
CONTINUED Tomorrow.