The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1892-11-04
FRIDAY MORNING, NOV. 4, 1892

Behind him and clinging to him was a
woman. The horse looked jaded, and
both riders were nearly worn out.
We asked them to sit down and rest,
but the man answered at once: Sap
tain there is no time to lose. Rather get
your shooting irons ready and look to
your animals. You see, we were camped
down the creek a distance of about five
miles, We could see the smoke of your
campfires all the evening. We were
right in thinking this white mans
camp, as the Indians hardly ever use
green wood. There were only three of
us--my partner, his wife and myself.
About two hours ago we stopped to get
supper and get the camp ready for the
night. While we were eating there
came the crash of rifles, My partner
fell over dead, A bullet struck my arm,
but the woman escalVl.
"We didn't stop long, but l put her
on horse, jumped up myself and made
dash for your camp, The pests were
on the other side of the stream, which
gave us some advantage. But look out,
for 1T won't be long before they will be
upon us. They don't know yet that you
are here, and will try to capture us.
Let's give them warm reception when
they come. If you have an extra gun
let me have it, for | want to get even
with them for the killing of my part
ner."
Herewas news indeed. Having come
so far unmolested we did not anticipate
any trouble from Indians so close to the
settlement.
However, we got ready for them. The
animals were brought in closer. Each
man looked to his guns and ammuni-
ton, and double line was formed for
action.
1t was indeed not long before the red
devils appeared on the opposite side of
the stream. They were not little sur
prised to see considerable body Of
armed men ready to fight, and naturally
hesitated to make an attack.
Darkness was now setting in fast, and
care had to be exercised to prevent them
from crossing the stream and making
night attack. But we counted on the
early rising of the moon, now in its full,
and decided to fight it out by moonlight.
fanny fighting was to be done that
night. A few wild shots were ex.
changed without doing any damage on
either side. We had extinguished our
campfires, thus taking away any ad-
vantage the Indians might gain by their
light. We noticed the redskins moving
little further up stream, as if trying
to find more suitable place from which
to attack us or to cross the stream. Bill
Tucker laughed and said, Watch out
for some fun now, boys"
We failed to see any fun before us,
being unable to determine the number
f our opponents. They might be too
lany for us, and possible determination
decidedly anything but funny. But
lddenly the Indians gave one unearthly
I'll, and by the light of the rising moon
could see them dash away over the
ling prairie to the east
Bill laughed again.
81 reckon as what these pesky devils
on't trouble us any more jess now,"
Is all that he said.
Curiosity prompted everybody to find
t the cause of their hasty flight and Of
lis positiveness. He babe us come
tn him and listen quietly and care
ly. When near the stream a peculiar
md could be heard from several direc-
as resembling the ringing of a thou
d bells at once. At times the tones
uld become weaker and gradually die
ny with a peculiar noise resembling
7ep drawn moan. Then they would
rease again in strength, becoming
e resonant and distinct.
ystified, we looked about us for an
o. anation of this strange phenomenon,
failed to find one. Bill finally ex-
ned that the sounds were produced
the waters of the stream running
the peculiar rocks in its bed. There
an old Indian legend of Singing
:" that predicted death for all who
ped on its banks. There had been
"a massacre among warning tribes
at vicinity, so goes tradition, which
.uaue the singing river" dreaded by all
the red tribes thereafter. But it had
saved our lives, and we lost no time in
reaching the settlement after the sun
had risen over the hilltops. De
Lestry in Romance.
Many Millions of Pins.