The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-05-02
HELEN MANsFIELD's FIGHT.
A True story.


of his cabin, and glanced down the gulch
toward the nsesa-an elevated table land.
The hills on both sides were golden in
the light, while here and there dark
shadows between the high points of rock
gave curiously arabesque effect to the
landscape.
s.Now, wonder" said Steenie, refiec-
lively, whether the gal has reached
home"
Steenie paused, glanced at his boots,
and finding that he had. in a moment Of
abstraction, put on his spurs, resolved to
saddle up and ride over to find out. 1t
did not take many seconds before he was
going slowly down the gulch on his
mustang. Reaching the mesa, he struck
to the south in q lope, and was soon lost
to sight around the base of the hills.
Helen Mansfield stood at the door. Of
her fathers cabin, glancing uneasily
northward. The day before she had
come home, and that morning her father
had started, with his wagon, to make q
trip through the mining towns, leaving
Helen and her little brother, Tom, who
was ten years old, alone on the ranch.
Helen's anxiety was twofold- She had
heard her father talking with some men
Yho were prophesying an outbreak of
the Huallapais, and she was wondering
whether Steenie would come that day or
not The two had been engaged for
some months, and one of the chief OBJ
jects of her visit to Los Angeles when
her father went on to buy goods for his
trade, had been to purchase the neces-
sary things with which to set up house
keeping She wanted to see Steenie on
general principals, and she wanted to
show him what she had bought. OF her
two subjects of thought, imagine that
Steenie's coming occupied her the more,
but as the evening shadows lengthened
she gave up expecting visit from him
{ that day, and turning went into the
house. Tom came in soon afterwards,
and Helen closed up the heavy windows
and doors, put the bars into place, and
began to. think it was time to go to bed.
About eight o'clock she heard eau
tious footsteps outside. Going to the door
and looking through one of the small
holes cut through it, she saw, to her
horror, an Indian standing about forty
feet away. She was a border women.
born and raised on the outskirts of ciyili-
zation, and she needed no man to tell
her what the bright streaks of paint
which stood out so plainly in the moon
lkXuI dCIOts Tic ICQSk1u ldCC 1uccAt-
Hastily calling Tom. she pointed the
Indian out to him and told him to take
down rife and watch the other side of
the house Then taking one of the long
clouded barrels herself, she returned to
her post and VISITED. -
She did not have to wait long. A rap
on the door and a summons to open, de-
Kvered in q mixture of broken English
~, a->11 Hax- AoN fhe Grrhf fcf
be. Helen maintained dead silence.
Another rap, enforced BY strong kick,
followed, and then she heard, with ears
that were straining for the slightest
sound, some quick. sharp orders given
A silence of q few minutes, and then
Helen could see seven or eight Indians
! bringing mp o heavy post to use as bat
tering-fam Cautiously she put the
muzzle of the rifle through the hole in
in the door, and waiting until she got
four of the savages in line, fired. The
fall of three of them, and yells from the
whole party. followed by hasty disper-
sion, and q search for shelter, showed
the effects of the shot. The Indians
were genuinely surprised. They had
supposed that the cabin was empty and
s that there was no danger in attempting
to force it open.
In q moment after the shot there was
not an Indian to be seen, but the fight
I of some score of arrows and the sound
OF three or four rifles, showed that they
were still there Helen knew that the
cabin would stand all the firing at il that
8 far larger force could do, but she also
knew that Indians have many ways OF
fighting and that she could scarcely hope
to keep them of for any length of time.
Instinctiyely, too. her thoughts turned
to Steenie and mingled with the wish
that he was there was the fear that he
would come and fall victim to ths red
skins.
Tom had become wildly excited by the
attack so gallantly repulsed by his sister.
For years he had been wanting chance
to eight Injuns,n and he felt it was 9
shame that they should attempt the side
of the cabin on which Helen was. rather
than that on which he was posted. for be
knew that unlike himself, Helen did no
in the least want 70 take part in diff
Guilty.
~ Tom watched through his peep. hole,
with all his eyes, and in few minute.
was rewarded by seeing q crouchins
form crawling towards the cabin Tht
boy leveled bis weapon, but shook Sc
with excitement that he could not aim
A whispered: s.Steady, Tomr' from hi
sister seemed to bring him, to himself
and as he pulled the trigger the rifle wa
as firm as rock. A copper-coloreC
body leaping into the air with a vel
showed that Toms bullet had struck.
Then there was a long silence ono
more In about ten minutes Helen saw
an arrow, with some mesquit gras
wrapped around it and set on fire, fl
into the air and fall short of the cabin
where it burned fiercely. Another ant
another were shot, until one struck thu
mesquit thatch and went out. Befor'
such q move as this Helen was powerless
She could not see the Indians who wer'
shooting the arrows, and so could not fir
ct them. She knew that she had n,
means of putting the fire out If il ono,
caught. Another and another arrow
with its blazing band of grass. went fyins
through the air, and at last triumphan
yell from the Indians told the anxiou
girl that the roof was on fire at last.
Steenis Burton loped slowly along tn
trail towards the cabin where Helsl
lived. divided in his own mind whethe
his errand was not a foolish one. Itwa
Tuesday, and Helen had said that Wed
nesday, the 18th, would be the earlies
date at which she could return. Yet
with the wild idea that she might b
there, Steenie had started for ten-mil
ride, with the prospectof ten more, If thu
cabin was empty
The rapid change from daylight Z
dark had taken place, and Steenie wa
about mile from the cabin. when b
heard arifie-shot- 1t banished any idei
Of useless errand from his mind in