Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-05-04

close by his side. he stood staring at the
pinched pale face that peeped out from the
worn and faded blanket. There WAS just the
faintest trace of rogueish smile on the little
ssyTho are yous,' blurted out Andy.
81 was once Mary Candy. The Indians call
me white Bird Georgfe-he's my brother
and are prisoners 8 long time
why did you call me Pium BUS? 20
s'You hid in the plum bushes when the Indians
killed your people with arrows.''
CHOW did you know thstf'
1.-THE Indians told it. know their Ian
guage.'.
mo. George and were picking flowers q
long way from our wagons. The Indians came
and carried us away. My mother died before
that. She told me to be good to George
dow big is Georgie?''
Gas tan as I. He is eight and am ten.''
t'Whst will the Cheyennes do with usfi'
''They will sell us TO the white people for
sugar and coffee and tobacco and bright cloth. >,
Couldn't we run away to the white people!'
''And leave Georgie?''
The old, sad face of the child grew sadder and
older. She had violent fit of coughing. NO.
1t is such long way. The Indian hunters
We could not hide from the dogs; they would
find us The very thought seemed to terribly
her. Again she coughed. Presently she con-
tinued
at is hard to stay here. The winter was
long. The snow was cold where we were. There
was not much to eat. Sometimes there was
for Little Wound and me. We had no mecca
sins. No one cared when we cried with cold. II
is a long time since have seen the nice bread
my mother made
''Who is Little Wound?''
''That is brothers. Indian name. he shot at
frog with an arrow, wounded his own loot:
He cried very much. The Indians laughed ahd
named him Little Wound
Just then passing squaw said something in a
scolding tone, and White Bird caught up her
sticks and hurried away.
Somehow the sorrows of Plum Bush seemed
lighter to him after he heard the little girl S
story. His fears were allayed and he had COM
pany in his misery.
ted Antelope and his band, the captors of Mary
and her brother, met with defeat. When the
news came that he snd several OF his braves MAD
been killed there was great mourning. Ante
lope's squaw, Swift Foot, made loud cries and
cut her flesh with knives.
Little White Bird found way to show the
poor sQuaw her sympathy, and in this way
kind feeling grew between the squaw and her
captive. But as for Plumb Bush he received at
this time very cruel treatment from the excited
Indians, which made his life greater burden
than ever. AS the summer advanced the Indians
moved every few days to afford their herd better
pasture and to secure more abundant game and
fish. The great river was very high, but this
fact never prevented them from CLOSING. When
q few ponies had been induced to take the lead
the rest followed, swimming with only their
heads and names out of water. The current was
rapid and the water deep, but no losses were
ever experienced. Many squaw would guide
q pony, sitting on its back, at the same time
towing with lariat the teepe poles made into a
raft, on which were placed robes and blankets
and on top of these children of all ages.
All this time the condition of affairs at Sim
clair farm may be imagined. The dreadful
news of the massacre had been received. Every
penny of a comfortab fortune had been de-
stroyed and, moreover, Mr.. Sinclair had mort