The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1888-01-28

The eyes of the boy twinkled under
standingly. and he disappeared to re-
turn in short time with the Old squaw
who brought piece of broiled meat
we'll covered in ashes
! Skete at once placed the whistle in
the boys hand, and smiled on him so
genially that they were from that min
ute ever after friends.
Thus it happened that Skete was
permitted to become an inhabitant of
their village. and in few days wan
dered at will among them, doing many
odd jobs, and making himself general
ly useful, and every night entertaining
them with his songs.
The Indians evidently thought it
impossible for him to return to his
home, and that he would not attempt
an escape.
Gradually he began to understand q
few of their words and signs. and be-
came more and more friend by his
many kindnesses.
Once, when little child fell ill,
/ Skete watched over it with tenderest
care, and the mother really thought he
J saved its life.
! Again, when young lad fell into a
deep and dangerous pond, striking his
head against rock, Skete sprang af
/ ter him and fished him out.
/ But it was his songs and droll antics
that were tine true cause of their
wonderful and unusual favor. If the
noble red men didn't laugh over some
of his funny dances and songs, they
enjoyed them all the same, as any one
could tell who watched their eyes
twinkle.
But all this time Skete was thinking
and wondering how he was ever to get
away and go back over all those miles
and miles that separated him from his
loved mistress.
Done reckon as 1 could find my way
back ober all dem mountains GoIly,
what long ways dey did fetch me ,
Fore de Lor, / clare / dunno what
eber will become ob Miss Nora De
ranch burned, massa gone, ole Skete
gone, an'-an' desc yer papers gone!
Redskins been pretty good to me, sure.
La, didn't L jes eXpec dey would skin
dis var darkey alibe. Gollv, L was in
luck for once, sure, But l do wonder
what dey would do wild me if l ies got
on one oh dem var ponies an'-an' rode
off home. Better not try it yit while,
dough. Massa Fairleigh say nebber
trust red man. Golly, what's dat
rumpus ober now?"
Well might Skete ask himself that
question; for such an uproar III the
Indian camp he had never heard before.
What it all meant he could not imagine.
but lie crept nearer the bowling, wall
ing beings, and began to realize that
there had been fight, and that they
We're carrying home then dead. The
walls of the widows rose above it all.
Sbete trembled for his own safety,
and crept back out of sight as much as
possible.
Fore de Lor, but amt dey hoppin'
mad Dis var darby better keep
close.
Preparations were at once begun to
send ont large war party; every
brave, excepting the very aged and
very young, joined them. Skete ex-
pected to be compelled to be one among
them. but was delighted to find himself
entirely left out.
Nov 5 my time" he thought, when
all dem redskins git off; den L watch
round an watch round, steal ont pony
an make dnst fly toward Miss Nora an
de ole home. Den, OH den I glib her
desc var papers, an den we go back to
ole Nirginny, where Skete see ole
friends many-many, an dar Skete lib
till lie die"
The war party was some time getting
OFF, and Skete was much alarmed until
he saw the last OF them disappear down
the mountain trail.
He looked about him eagerly; the
day had reached noon, the village had
once more resumed its quiet, the herds
were grazing III the valley, and among
them was one pony that for a long time
Skete had had an eve on.
A little chestnut fellow he was,
strong and young, very swift and sure
! footed. Skete was good Judge of a
horse, and he felt that once mounted
ON that sturdy pony's back he would be
almost sure of reaching home
But how to get off? All, that was
the question, and where was he to Sc
cure any arms? He needed rife and
revolver, because there were danger
Gus animals in the mountains who, no
doubt, would make no difference what
ever between a white man and black
/ one.
/ All the afternoon he skulked around.
I pretending to help at many trifing
4 things, but in reality endeavoring to
/ get hold of fire arms.
/ Only few really good pieces had
/ been left IN the camp, but one of these,
the rifle, was in the tent of an old in
valid brave, but whose eyes were still
sharp.
Skete was not discouraged, though,
+ at the difficulties before him, and re-
4 solved to make the attempt. Just at
{ nightfall, he crept around to where the
/ rifle rested, and, by cutting hole in the
tent, managed to abstract it, along with
/ the accouterments.
Il reckon I'll have to leah the re-
/ volyer, cause / can't find none no.
where. Now, I'm must see about de
pony: golly if dey catch me, devil
burn me sure, if dey don't shoot me
fust.
/ But so carefully and cautiously he
worked, he did succeed in getting of
without arousing the least suspicion,
! and as night set in chill and dark,
I Skete struck out over the mountain
/ trail hravely, going in what he sup
/ posed to be an easterly direction
CHAPTER NIL
- kETE had not started
I0 upon his long and peril
Gus journey wholly I'M
prepared. He possessed