Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1890-08-28

asleep, but pretty soon We heard strange
sounds inside, as though some one was
grooming or trying 10 sing without
knowing how. We were at loss what
to make Of IL Always before the In
dams had come out TO meet US when we
visited the wigwam, and we began TO
feel little bit scared.
Lets go home" whispered Jake.
'sThey amt our Indians.
wait till take a peep" ! said as
lifted one corner Of the blanket door.
But did not have chance to see very
much, for just then a tall Indian, with
stripes of red and black paint across his
cheeks, and long knife in his hand,
showed the blanket aside and jumped
out giving a loud whoop.
Did we run? Well, now, you ought 10
have seen US. We didn't wait to follow
the path, but took a Decline for the
house, straight through the tall rye and
melon patch. Mother saw US coming
and ran out 10 meet US.
Keep away from them" she said,
when we told her. They've been
drinking, and it's not safe to go near
them.
You better believe we kept on the
right side of the door-yard fence all
that day. The next morning the camp
was gone. We waited until we were
sure there were no strange Indians
lettering in the orchard, then we went
down TO the river. The fire was still
smouldering on the sand, and there
were scraps of dried meat under the
tree. All of sudden Jake cried out;
Whats that, Jock?" and my heart
began to thump, for / expected nothing
else but to see a big painted Indian
ready TO grab ne. Jake pointed to the
tree over our heads. piece Of bark
with a string at each end was hanging
from one of the lower branches, swing
ing back and forth like the hammock
there. only great deal smaller than
the hammock. A bundle wrapped in a
blanket was fastened to it with strips
of buckskin. We looked at it awhile
before we spoke. We hadn't quite got
over out scare. Then / whispered:
Lets climb the tree, Jake, and see
what il is.
1t didn't take us long to get where we
could look down on the bundle. And
now what do you think it was? You
can't guess, eh? Well, it was a real live
papoose-an Indian baby-pretty as a
| picture, fast asleep in its bark cradle.
| We didn't dare touch it, for fear the In
dams might be watching us, but we
! climbed down as quickly as we could,
and ran home to tell mother what we
| had found.
They've gone off and forgot 1.-THE
| poor little creature" she said, as she
| tied on her sun bonnet and went with u.s.
When We got back the papoose was
/ wide awake, laughing and Growing in
| fine style. We climbed the tree and
united the strings, while mother held
out her arms and caught it as it fell,
cradle and all. IL cried little at first,
when it saw the strange faces, bending
over it, but mother crooned, and talked
baby talk, and it soon was laughing
again. She carried it to the house and
fed it Then we spread the blanket on
the floor, and Jake and got down on
all tours and played with it. 1t was
such a good-natured little fellow that
we had lots of fun.
Did we keep it? Yes, for couple Of
hours. At the end of that time, just as
| we were in the midst of grand frolic,
the papoose stretched out its hands
toward the open door and began to cry.
| We looked around and saw an Indian
woman standing there. She walked in,
| picked up the papoose, wrapped the
| blanket around it, and walked out
again, without saying word, and that's
the last we ever saw of that baby. III.
| III. Hollands, in Detroit Free Press.