Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1889-06-15
gh aaahta 9alg Eagle Saturday gruius gume Is, 1888

and looked through the latch hole Of the stair
door, so-and-yes, and the Indian was stand.
ing at the window. That window. His two
eyes were staring with wonder on the Two
Brass Kettles he had probably never seen
kettle like these before, and he did not know
what they were.
while he stood staring and wondering.
the kettles began to move. Two little hands
protruded under the bail Of each of them
like turtles paws, for the kettles stood ON
their ears, which lifted them little way
from the floor. One Of the children began to
creep and cry, moving the kettle The other
began to do the same The erie caused the
kettles to ring. Two creeping kettles! They
looked like two big beetles or water turtles,
and such the Indian might have thought
them to be, but they beloved like two brazen
animals, and-did you ever hear child cry
under kettler said Uncle Zebedee, with a
curious smile
We all confessed that we never had
Then, child, you just get under one of
those kettles and holler. You needn't be
afraid-there amt no Indians now TO do We
any harm Holler loudl"
did so.
''Do you hear thatr' said Uncle Zebedee
"You never heard such sound as that be-
fore. Hollow as bell Just like man
with lungs OF brass and no body. There, let
another little fellow try it."
Another child was placed under one Of the
kettles and uttered continuous cry. The
sound rang all over the room
There, said Uncle zebedee, "did any one
ever hear anything like thati It rings all
over the room, scary like.
We'll, the children did not know about the
Indian, and they began to creep toward the
light Of the window, moving the kettles like
two enormous beetles and crying and making
the kettles rumble and rumble al around.
| boom-oom-oom, Just like that The Indians
black eyes glowed like fire, and her ed his
gun and fred at one Of the kettles. But
nothing came Of It,; the shot did not harm the
child under the kettle. 1t frightened both Of
the children, and made them cry the louder
and louder and scream as though they were
frantic. 'Ugh' said the Indian Him no
goot'
"The kettles were all alive now, moving
and echoing He was more puzzled than be-
fore. What kind of creatures could these be
with great brass back and living paws, and
full of unheard Of noises like thosei 'Ughi
ughr said he, Just like that. The kettles kept
moving and sounding, and the Indian grew
more and more excited as he watched them.
Suddenly be threw up his great arms and
turned his back, and-now it all goes from
me again"
'He said 'Cghr and threw up his arms and
turned his back" prompted aunt.
''And the maid opened the stair door and
fred" continued Uncle Zebedee "She drew
lob hoo f@~4
return. The children continued to cry. But
they were safe, as they could not overturn
the kettles and bullets could not reach them.
The family came in an hour In great alarm.
They had seen human blood in the road, but
no Indian.
"a few days afterward the Indians body
was found in some hazel bushes by the brook.
1t was buried in the meadow there, andn-
1.-THE Indians grave" said aunt, prompt
ing. '.f
Yes, used to NOW over it when 1 was a
boy, andn--
THAT is all, Uncle Zebedee," said aunt.
you've got through now"
"Yes, I've got through now / don't think
that shall ever tell that story again, andn-
There was something pathetic, and yet
beautifully prophets, IN the continuance.
The slanting sun shone through the old win
dow, and tho chippering Of birds was heard
in the fields
Uncle Zebedee never did tell the story
again. The final conjunction Of his long,
peaceful life came soon after he told the tale
to me- The violets and moses cover him in
the old Dorchester burying ground. The old
house is gone, the two kettles, the gun and
even the gray stone from the field that rude
Iy marked the Indians grave -Hezeliah
Butterworth in Youths Companion.