The Arizona sentinel., 1886-04-03
A PAIR OF SKATES.

How They Helped Young Prisoner to
 Escape from His Indian CaptOrs.
 In a recent number of the WJde A,Oake there is a thrilling story of New Hampshire lad, Daniel Abbott, who, in 1736, when eight years of age. was taken captive by the Indians, giv- en the Indian name of Pea-ha-la and kept prisoner for many months. One day party of braves returned from a tour for plunder, bringing with them, among. other things, several pairs of skates. How Daniel used these to outwit his captors and make his es- cape is told as follows:
 Like lightning thought flashes through the lads brain-but he must be cool and calm. Pointing to the skates with great solemnity, he ex- claims: Behold the gifts of the Great Spirit! What will Ca-hauwuk, my father, and Shin-gas, the Powerful, do with them? My young brothers must now serve the Great Spirit. "
 The Indians look at one another; they crowd around Shin-gas and Ca hau-wuk, shake their heads and look troubled. Pea-ha-la is filled with sudden joy which he conceals; he knows now that the Indians are utter ly ignorant of the use of skates. With an assumption of greater gravity-fcr the perilous life of the New England settlers had made even childhood and youth shrewd and wise beyond their years-he cries: ''Ca-hau-wuk, my father! Shin-gas, the Powerful! listen! I will tell you how, by these gifts, you may call upon the Great Spirit who dwells in the Southwest. He touches the skates with reverent gestures as he speaks.
 ''Let us listen to the pale face,' ' cry the young braves, gathering around Pea-ha-la.
 "Speak, my son. How shall we call the Great Spirit?" answers Ca-hau- wuk, glancing around the assembly with look of command.
 "Come, then, Ca-hau-wuk, my father, and Shin-gas, the Powerful! come, my young brothers! let us go down to the great water. There Twill tell you how to use these mysterious wings in calling the Great Spirit, cries Pea-ha-la, rejoicing.
 The Indians look at one another; doubt, anxiety are struggling on their faces. But Ca-hau-wuk gives the word of command, and they follow Pea-ha la, bearing the mysterious wings" to the lake.
 Bidding four of the young braves sit upon the ice, for the lake was well frozen. the pale face binds the skates on their feet, reserving the best and sharpest pair for his own use. Rising now, Pea-ha-la makes series of wild and solemn gestures, with his arms extended toward the southwest. Then he whirls around in a circle, lowing toward the old chief Then he skates rapidly around the young braves. The group on the shore are watching gravely and in silence these mysterious gyrations. Wider and wider grow Pea-ha-la's circles, till suddenly, flying swiftly toward them, he shouts: ''To your feet! to your feet! to your feet, young braves! the Great Spirit calls you! Follow me! We go, my father! We go, Shin-gas the Powerful! Away! Away"
 In great confusion and swift alarm the young braves try to rise; they fall and stumble one against another in alright. The old chiefs look on in amazement. In the midst of their cries and yells Daniel puts forth his ut most strength and speed, and crying: Away! Away! Follow! FollowF he flies on like the wind, making for bend in the lake, small cape, behind which he will find shelter from possible | arrows.
 "Pea-ha-la! Pea-ha-lar' shouts Shin- gas, passionately.
 "Pea-ha-la! Pea-ha-la!" cries Ca hau-wuk, mournfnlly.
 "Pea-ha-la, La-la-la," answers echo faintly.
 But Daniel needs not. Still calling: l Away! Away! Follow! Followr' every nerve is strained to reach the | small cape; then away he speeds to the | clear ice beyond.
 The young braves on shore level their | bows, arrows go flying, but it is too | late Pea-ha-la is gone. "The Great | Spirit has sent for him. say the old | chiefs, mournfully; and though the young braves doubt somewhat the in- tegrity of Pea-ha-la, all return resigned ly to the wigwam, where the squaws set up a great lamentation, as for the dead.
 Winter is nearly over. In his log house at Penacook, one Sabbath even- ing, Deacon Abbott is reading his Bible before evening prayers. Mother Alb bolt and her boys are reverently listen ing, when suddenly there is commo- tion in the garrison; dogs bark, chil- dren scream, lights are flying to and fro, the sentry has spied an Indian and given an alarm. The Indian approaches boldly and gives a peace signal. He says he brings news from Daniel Alb bolt. A moment later he is conversing and intelligently with the sentry. Before many minutes more glad news flies through the garrison.
 Mother Abbott and the good deacon open their door to listen to the stir. Presently a figure clad in deer-skin, with the Indian leggins and moccasins, rushes wildly toward them. ''It is I, mother. Pea-ha-la. who loves vOul 1t is