The Hazlehurst signal., 1884-04-17
An INDIAN GIRLS REVENGE.

The legends of the various Indian
tribes Oi South America furnish no more
terrible one than that ot saw ma da-wa,
the BERRY Hunter Young girl pos
Scs,ed of more than ordinary Beauty for
Chief OF the Aburanian tribe of Guate-
lala. she was naturally proud ot her
blood aud station. and revcngrful Of an
insult TO very desperation. Often had
she been woOcd. but never won. The
arrow that was To- reach her breast APP
peared not To- have been feathered until
Carlos Estate. an agent for "a fur house,
took up his abode in the vicinity of her
people and filled her ears with glow
ing account of how Pocahonias had
been respected and treated. Then her
pride awokc rs il never hal before. and
she longcd for such position. Her
fOndncss for attention was BATTERED by
his constant visits to the wigwam Of her
father. and her love of dress pampcred
by his SNOWY presents. She held her
head still higher above her companions
passed them with cold stare and
naughty tread, aud took but little pains
tn disguise her determination 10 become
the wife of the white man.
And, 30 far from other female society
that was at all attractive. IL was very
pleasant. without doubt. for Estalcz to
coaueite with the Indian girl-tD have
her watch for his cOming-to see that
che dressed and decorated herself ex-
rlusiycly for him. and TO feel that she
loved him. But il was very danger
Gus pastimc. The fox was not more
crafty nor the rattlcsnakc more treach-
crous and bitter for him IL he had made
either OF them companion. Yet the
Girl loved him To- alteration. He was
by far the most handsome man that had
ever trOddcn her shores; one, in fact,
that any girl would gladly have accept.
cd for a lover, bringing. ~ he did, the
charms of education aud money to back
those OF manly bearing and beauty.
During the entire winter he had been
attentive 10 the Indian girl, and with
the coming of the warmer months they
often floated over the crystal waters Of
the rivers or wandered through the
evergreen woods. At first Estalez had
thought nothing of her ave rs a pleas
ant companion; but rs the days passed
his STAY protracted, and orders coming
for him 10 remain another year he be-
gan 10 realize she was very necessary
Tor his comfort. and his liking grew
into something very like to love. Then
he built u wigwam of much greater
pretensions than any in the village, and
resolved that she should Till IL; in short,
be- his wife-wife. n such marriages
were viewed by him-that Is, simply
marriages Of conveniences. To be entire
IN ignored by the husband when he de-
parted, no matter though half dozen
balf-breed children had the right TO call
him father.
There was one Of the number that
constituted Carlos party that looked
more clearly and honorably AZ the mat
ter than did Carlos. Old Pedro Miguel
had been trader and trapper among
the red men in that locality for more
than a score of years. He knew their
character TOO well TO Judge them other
wise than Alright, and he shook his head
solemnly as he saw the matter yerging
toward climax.
"What are You taking so much trou-
hle about that wigwam for. Carlos!'
he asked Estalez one day, rs he saw the
rudc but comfortable structure near
completion.
..fo live in. Pedro" was the answer.
.'wasn't the one you wintered In
good enough'"
.No; il was cold and uncomiorta-
BILE"
care you going TO 1.-Two In u aloneP"
asked the old man. turning his head rs
IL ashamed Of the question.
Cant tell yet. But there goes the
Berry Hunter. and want to see her"
And he dashed down to tho waters
edge. hailed her as she was passing In
her canoe. jumped in. and was padded
away toward one OF the little islands
that lined the shore. flashing with their
dense foliage like emcralds SGT In y
changing sheen OF turquoise.
There goes man to his ruin." mutt
tered the old trapper sorrowfully, as he
took up his rifs