Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1891-12-24
INDIAN JOBS CHRISTMAS.

"Hsuo. you ,hcrei" called voice ia
broken Indian.
Whirr, whirr. whirscd the whip as Il
tore through the air on iis wicked mis-
sion unheedful Of the interruption.
"Here, you, hello there, whai are you
doing'"
Ash in siucy answer to the Interrupt
ton, whirz went the muhled squeal OF a
deadly arrow.
The white man was now within sight
Of the Indian encampment, and he
looked fcarlessly At the fcathered arrow
pointed at his own defen5elcss breast
"Hugaba manik ?" came the white
mans broken Indian question.
The three huge lndian braves, who
stood now close beside the inieflocutor,
vouchsaicd no reply save low grunt.
The white man, powerful, broad
shouldered six.'oo,er. with the eye OF a
hawk and the sympathetic chin ola strong
woman looked with a slekcning sigh
at the still qaycrng fom Of six'year-
old child whose deiens,icss head had
lust received the arrow Of the tallcst
Indian.
Two other children stood, or rather
cfouchet, behind some brushwoodpecp
ing up Just now to see and hear the
white man. -
"Whai is the matter with these child
rem" asked the man.
"Capuycs," laconically answered the
tall Indian n The Piule tongue.
The Indian turned and were about TO
resume the chas,isement Of the two
Remaining children, when again the
white man intefposed.
LET that whipping 20"
For answer, the whip held by the two
Indians swished down upon the backs
OF the screaming, shivering children
with cruel vigor.
With a gfoan OF anguish at the sight,
the white man touched the arm oi the
tallest brave, and said
Let me buy your captives.'
After a pause Of reflection, the tall
Indian ordered the other two to desist,
and with grin turned the bleeding
backs OF the children TO the panied gaze
OF tue white man TO enforce hts words,
and then said briefly:
'Onc boy for one pony. No buy,
whip boys ull they die
Inc white man understood enough Of
the language to thoroughly understand
the meaning OF the words, and, too, he
Understood the Indian nature well
enough TO know that the threat would he
carried 20 the bitter end II he was un.
able to buy the two captives oil
With hard lump IN his throat, the
white man looked at the three cruel
I.amaniles, then down into the near
valley where the smoke OF tents showed
the encampment OF these people To be
stationed at present With quick calcu'
laiion, his thoughts reverted to his jour
ney home to the distant Great Salt Lake
Valley, nearly hundred miles from
where he now stood, and how OF In what
way he could ever get back, II he sold
his only horse, he could not tell. Even
II he parted with his only horse, there
would still be one child lett to suffer and
bleed under the lash oil these cruel
savages.
As he stood wavering for one briei
instant, whirr whistled the lash as It fell
once more on its death dealing mission
through the air.
Via cry Of veri,able rage and
misery, the white man drew his saddle,
and roll OF blankets and food oil the
tired horses, which stood chopping the
short bunch grass al his side, and then
taking up the child nearest him, he fled
from the scene, too much overcome by
the horror and his own helplcssness 10
endure another moment OF such agony,
Who can tell the strange, protecting
love that grew up in tina, strong mans
heart for the bruised and broken body Of
the child he had to carry for many and
many weary mile between him and his
home In the newly settled Great salt
Lake Valley II was the love OF the
strong for the weak and helpless, and his
affection was returned with the lavish
devotion Of faithful dog by the dark
skinned child who felt himself taken away
from death, prison and despair TO end
less happiness and peace.
What ON earth did YOU bring such q
big care and burden for me 10 carry ON my
broken shoulders for, Is more than ! cat
tell, said his hardwofking wife when The
white man at last set his loot inside hi'
own door. And TO think you traded OF
your only horse, and about the only way
you have OF making your next winter'i
breud Is by carrying the mail, and sucl
upon my life II plumb beats me-"
Fanny, have YOU ever seen III,
righteous iorsakenl"
We'll, I've seen EN- 20 through som,
pretty tight places. And | guess III,
Lord expects ~ to help ourselves nov
as much as lie did IN Ddvids time. ,
but the pleading, haunted look In thos,
big dark eyes Of poor little Joe Wa
more than she could well resist, Tor he
heart was very warm, II little cruste
over with daily cares.
So then, Joe, three apace. To run, /
jump aud TO fear the hand of no mar
ah this was heaven lor Indian Joe. Bu
TWAS not heaven ion his white steI
mother. For Joe, Indian Joe, would nI
work unless really compelled to- and O
Mistress Fanny had small gilt OF govern
ment, and as good Uncle Defgic va
away rom home most oi the time, 10
had things pretty much his own way.
Tie fields, Oil the sweet fields ,
growing gram, where blue genti8ns 1u
wild dalses grew with COY modest
What rapture for the wild son Of III
forest and meadow 10 plunge among d
stalks, needless OF the damage thl
wrought, and pluck with eager han,
the blossoms planted by the dainty har
OF summer and sunshine.upped vii
yellow dusty stems.
Up the course of the wandering CT
Greek, what JOY was his to wade AZ
plunge along the cool, sparkling s,real
his dark feet splashed and spangl,
over with the jewellcd clear water. Ia,